The evening world., 1908-12-21
PAID BILL, THEN
SLID DOWN ROPE
= !, FROM HIS HOTEL
CASTOR Meyer, 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.

3atroanau McCrossin, OF the Adams
street. station, was interestedly watch
ing two oats do osttie for the perq4iis-
re- 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 hair brush,
He was strengthening UP again when
other articles descended on him-cloth-
ing. shoes, toilet articles. Then as he
tilted back his head to look up an open
dress suit case fluttered down on his
caoe.
And Then a Rope.
McCrossin muttered a gentle Brook
Ign cuss word and brushed OF the DIRE SIS
suit case. Stepping to one side, he
looked up again. AS he did 30 coil OF
rope dashed down through the air, the
end OF II whipping out. Shaping him in
the face ana wreatE!ng around his
neck.
With an angry ejaculation llcCrossin
extricated himself from the rope and
looked up once more. Just in time to re-
ceive soap box and shoe brush on the
nose and chin.
II WIS very dark. but focusing his eye
up the loosely swinging rope, he de
serted the nGure OF man descending
II that crook amt got nerve"
sasped McCrossin. unl!m beIius ms .;un
End niGhtstick. Then. standing at t.
safe distance from under the rope, he
peevishly waited for the supposed bur
slar TO descend.
Faces PoIiceman'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 -" he asked finally.
"Cut that stun out" retorted the po-
fcemsn. You know where you are all
right. You come down that rope out of
that thirds story room"
why, is that so?" said tho man.
Did l really come down that rope?
Now. what do You think Of that Are
you sure / came down that rope, Mr..
Policeman"
Am sure" snorted McCrossin with
ineffabLe scorn. ''Oh, no, ! amt sure,
I'm dreamin'. l guess you come our of
tl.at eggshell over by that ashcan, an
suppose you didn't stea! that stuff You
spilled down in my face. But come on
inside TIL md out who you have been
rcobin"
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. a guest" said the
clerk.
"A guest" said the astonished police
man. Well, II he's guest he's try!n'
TO beat his board"
oh. no. replied the clerk. he paid
McCrossin was baffled Looking his
prisoner over. he saw that he was ex-
pensively dressed and that his clothes
quantity of handsome jewelry. on the
register he had signed the name Gus
, ,hss Meyer sirmngnam ajas A2 Eur
haired hne-looking man.
But Mr.. Meyer OF birmingham could
not explain why he mad LETT his room
y
revealed that no one in the hotel had
been robbed or molested. The affair
was 80 strange that McCrossn took Mr.
Meyer to the Adams street station and
locked him up.
Had Money and Bank Books.
When searched great roll OF bills,
oank-books and check-books were found
In his pockets, There We're other evil
dences that he was a man OF wealth
There was not the slightest indication
that he had been drinkinE
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.
81 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 10 discharge
the prisoner.