The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1909-04-09

the woman, who nodded.
I'VE heard-a da one" she said, In
the midst of her moaning. HE make-a
da foot on da floor. on da floor, an
make-a da door go bang. We hear
for sure"
Detective Birsch started suddenly
into the next room, the sleeping quar-
tiers of the parents, and the living
room of the family as well. On the
way he raised the praying little 1tal-
ian by the collar, and, carrying him
along, deposited him on a chair.
Then carefully closing the connecting
door he gazed sternly at the fright
ened countenance of the man who in
the neighborhood was known as Tony
the Barber.
Look here" he said, with all the
weight he could put into his manner,
didn't l say you mustn't let liv-
ing soul know you had received let
ter from the Black Hand? Yet here
you go and tell it"
Mon, non, l no tal-a!" the Italian
interrupted. You tal-a me no tal-a
anybod'. l tala nobod', for sure. Da
boy he ask for why clos da wind
sosh da hot night, l no tal-a da boy.
l tal-a nobod'. non non!"
well, but it's a sure cinch they
were on the lookout for us, or the
thing wouldn't have been pulled off
so slick. They must have been onto
the game for fair, however they got
there. Why, here was Murphy at the
foot of the stairs, Ffnnegan almost
right at your keyhole, and myself
in the alley under your window; yet
this slick gazabo scoots in, bangs the
bomb and slides to cover without any
trouble. The thing is impossible. It's
impossible any way you look at it.
Now"
The detectives puzzled gaze hap
pened at this moment to light upon
Murphy, who was poking around in
closet with his nightstick, and a
CLEAN Of surprised intelligence shot
into his face. He paused abruptly
in his speech and stood considering.
Then he looked at his watch. I'll
leave this to you, Murphy for the
present" he said, finally. You know
what to do, and I'll see you later. I
am due somewhere else now" And
he went out.
"Dr. Furnivall," said Detective
Birsch, "here is something that will
interest you, or l am nightly mis-
taken"
He passed letter to the celebrated
psychologist as he spoke, his thin,
clean-shaven face flushed with eager
ness. DR.. Furnivall, sitting back In
his chair, glanced at his visitor, and,
taking the dirty sheet of paper, read
slowly aloud:
Tony, you gotta four thous-a dol
lar wat we gotta get from you
Wednesday, sure. We donna wan no
foolin'. We media da mon bad, an
gotta get it by this-a time Wednesda'
da 10 July, or we kil-a you. We kil-a
da boy frs an da wom' Thursda'
we kil-a da boy if we donna gotta da
mon Wednesda'. You sen in letter
to Jon Kilbraith, General Delivery,
San Francisco, Calf. We mean-a da
biz now, an we donna wan no chin
about da mat. You sen da mon or
we kil-a sure"
Heading the sheet were a rudely
drawn black hand and coffin. DR..
Furnivall regarded it in silence for
some seconds after finishing the read
ing. Then he examined the detec-
tive through his colored spectacles.
"Well?" he asked.
Detective Birsch leaned forward in
his chair.
"A week ago yesterday" he said,
speaking rapidly and in a low voice,
as if fearing possible listeners, "Tony
Macaluso, the barber, brought this
letter to our station. He had Just
received it by mail. 1t seems he has
saved up $4,000 to put his son, who
graduated from the Latin school last
month, through college in Rome and
make a priest of him. Now, the
strange thing is that nobody but Tony
and his wife knows he has this money,
not even the boy, for they intended
it for a surprise for him on his birth
day, which comes next week. They
have lived so poorly in order to scrape
the stuff together that they are sup
posed to be about down and out. So
it's a puzzle from the start who
could write that letter. We told
Tony to hold his grip on the cash,
and We would see him through First
we sent dummy letter to the San
Francisco general delivery, and then
notified the police there to look out
for it. At this end of the line we
could do no more till yesterday, Thurs
day, because nothing was threatened
against the boy until then. We kept
the whole family covered all day, and
last night hid myself under the fire.
escape, within eight feet of Tony's
windows; another man, Murphy,
sneaked around in the lower hall,
where he could see everybody that
went over the stairs, and still another
man, Finnegan, laid on the landing
almost right at Tony's door. Just the
same, at two O'clock this morning,
nobody being seen going In, we all
heard an explosion. which turned out
to have been in Tony's room. Ffnne-
gan heard a door open and shut right
on top of the explosion, saw a man
Jump out of Tony's rooms, and heard
him running down the stairs towards
the front door, where Murphy was
posted, and out goes ,Ffnnegan from
the hall window, dropping right in
front Of the door. There stands Muir
ply, rubbering it up the stairs, be-
cause he heard some noises. But
when Finnegan asks him for his man
he swears he has seen nobody!"
The detective paused and looked