The evening world. [volume] (New York, N.Y.) 1887-1931, 1908-12-21
PAID BILL, THEN
SLID DOWN ROPE
= :, FROM HIS HOTEL
GastonMeyer, Of Birmingham,
Can't Explain His Queer
Exit Prom Hosiery.
TAKEN FOR A BURGLAR.
Policeman Who Saw Him Was
Waiting in the Street With
Gun in Hand.
TAKEN FOR A BURGLAR.

1atroaman McCrossin, Of the Adams
street station, was interestedly watch
ing two oats DO ostt,e for the perQs,ls-
kAa Of an ssh can as he leaned against
one wall OF the Commerce Hotel. No. SIS
Fulton street. Brooklyn. at O'Clock
this morning. when he felt something
strike his hat aud glance of STOPPING
down. he picked up n hair brush.
He was Strengthening UP again when
other articles descended on him-cloth-
ins. shoes, toilet articles. Then a. he
tilted back his head TO look up an open
dress suit case fluttered down on his
face.
And Then a Rope.
McCrossin muttered a gentle Brook
Ign cuss word and brushed of the Dire IS
suit case. Stepping to one side, he
looked up again. AS he did 50 a coil OF
rope dashed down through the air, the
end OF II whipping out, Shaping him In
the face ana wreath!ng around his
neck.
With an angry ejaculation AcCrossin
extricated himself from the rope and
ceive soap box and shoe brush on the
nose and chin.
II WIS very dark. but focusing his eve
up the loosely swinging rope. he de-
serted the figure OF a man descending
II that crook amt got nerve"
saeped McCrossin. uullHberlug his sun
md niGhtstick. Then. standing at t.
safe distance from under the rope. he
peevishIy waited for the supposed bur
glar TO descend.
Faces Policeman's Gun.
The man came down slowly and care
fully, hand over hand Within three
feet OF the pavement he dropped lightly
to the ground. McCTossin grabbed him
and poked the muzzle of his gun in his
ear.
Il got yer" said McCrossin
The prisoner made no reply and
looked blankly at McCrossin
Where am l." he asked finally
"Cut that stuff out" retorted the po-
fceman. You know where you are all
right. You come down that rope out OF
that third-story ROOM
why. is that so?" said the man.
Did / really come down that rope?
Now, what do You think Of that Are
you sure l came down that rope, Mr..
Policeman"
Am eure?" snorted McCrossin with
ineffabLe scorn. "Oh. no. ! amt sure.
I'm dreamin. l guess you come out OF
tl.at eggshell over by that ashcan, an
suppose you didn't steal that stuff YOU
spilled down in my face But come on
inside TIL ! md out who you have been
robbin'."
Drass Captive Into Hotel.
urgently McCrossin dragged his cap
tive into teh hotel Office
DO you know this guy?" he asked the
clerk
why. yes, he's a guest" said the
clerk
"A guest" said the astonished police
man. Well. If he's guest. he's try!n'
TO beat his board
oh. no" replied the clerk. he paid
McCrossin was baffIed. Looking his
prisoner over. he saw that he was ex-
pensively dressed and that his clothes
lifted him exquisitely. Also he wore q
quantity of handsome jewelry on the
register he had signed the name Gus
tave Meyer. Birmingham; Ala. Fur
thermore, he was an elderly. gray
But Mr. Meyer OF birmingham could
not explain why he mad left his room
IN such mysterious manner. Inquiry
revealed that no one In the hotel had
been robbed or molested. The affair
was 80 strange that McCrossin took Mr..
Meyer TO the Adams street station and
locked him up.
Had Money and Bank Books.
When searched a great roll OF bills,
bank books and check books were found
In his pockets. There were other evil
dences that he was a man OF wealth
There was not the slightest indication
that he had been drinking.
Arraigned in the Adams Street Court
to-day, the prisoner said that he did
not recall leaving his room by the
rope fire-escape until McCrossin had
poked the gun in his ear
IT have been visiting friends here
abouts for several weeks" he said,
and intended TO go home to Birming-
ham to-day. / am sometimes subject
TO spells. when / do queer things"
The Magistrate said 1t was a very
strange case, but that as It couldn't be
explained. he would have to discharge
the prisoner.