Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-12-15
Spouse, in quiet conversational tones.

Spouse, IN quiet CONVERSATIONAL tones.
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Inspector Byrnes arose from his chair
at this point in the interview, and going
| over to the table picked up the pistol and
began to fondle 1t lovingly. He walked
over to MeGloin and put the weapon In his
| hands. -
"A fine revolver. efl p"
No response. s6F =
lust the thing to kill a man with. eh7.
| McGloin shuddered and pushed the
! spector. -
Once more Byrnes sat down in his chair
facing McGloin.
More silence.
PRESENTLY the inspector spoke again:
we've got a man who was q witness
| OF the murder on West 26th street"
At that moment, by a pre-arranged Sig
| nal. two officers crossed the courtyard
guarding MeGloins pal. Thomas Moran.
McGloln could see him distinctly and he
became SO excited that he could scarcely
| sit still in his chair.
That's not ALL continued the chief.
| we have another man WHO was present
on the night of the murder"
And at that psychological moment two
| other guards appeared in the courtyard
with Frederick Banfield walking between
| them.
! ing down into the yard with bullying eyes.
The cold sweat stood out in little beads
on his forehead.
| I'm fact" resumed the inspector, I'VE
| really have three men who know all about
the murder and who are probably prepar-
| ed to tell all they know.
The guards appeared again, this time
leading Robert Morrisey.
McGloin turned to his inquisitor The
| look in those steely eyes seemed to hold
| every detail Of us awful secret, He could
stand the strain no longer. He threw
| up his hands and fell on the floor in a
heap, crying out:
II did it! did it! Stop! For Gods sake.
| stop!'
II X
Thus ended. the most dramatic interview
ever held in a police headquarters What
| followed was merely detail. AS soon as
McGloin recovered his self-possession he
| sat down and confessed in detail the story
Of the murder Of Louis Hanier.
| 1t appears that the four rowdies had
been sporting" the shop of the French
wine seller for many days. They be.
lieved that he would have a large sum
Of money in the house at the close Of the
holiday trade, and hey deliberately con-
ceived the plan of robbing the old man.
They knew enough about the.- unlawful
trade to get into the shop without diff
Guilty. They had been drinking. At any
rate. they made so much noise they rous-
ed Hanier from his slumbers He an
peared on the landing at the head of the
stairway. partly dressed McGIoin. who
was at the foot OF the stairs. instinctiveiy
reached for his revolver. and pulling tho
trigger fired at the defenseless shop
keeper. The aim was only too true. The
| bullet entered the heart of Lea Hanier
and he rolled down the stairs a lifeless
| lump Of clay.
This, in substance was the confession
as 1t was CLEANED from the lips Of the
murderer and. his confederates. His one
cry to Inspector Byrnes was:
"Save me! Save me! Do not let them
hang mel" -,.sf..
But the grim detective. who had forced
the truth from unwilling lips, made no
reply to this hysterical appeal, and In
due course of time. after trial. McGloin
was convicted and received the full pen
atty of the law as 1t was then admins
tered.
He was hanged by the neck until dead.
Next week: Chief Kelly and the Dc.
serted House.")