Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1910-01-10


story to the desk sergeant behind the
rail. The desk sergeant listened disin-
terestedly until he heard mentioned
the name Cradlebaugh. At that juno
ture he held up his hand. placed a
warning finger on his lips. nodded to-
ward the drowsy doorman and toward
two of the reserve squad in the room
and. looking Keogh in the eyes. whis-
pered:
Officer. speak low. The most impor-
tant thing is just where the body was
found. Be exact now If possible. It's
important"
Keogh went on to givela minute de-
scription and wound up by saying:
'The man was dragged. all right,
after he was dead"
The desk sergeant's eyes narrowed to
pin points as he demanded:
'In which direction?"
ITO the west"
The desk sergeant shook his head
portentously and observed:
Looks for sure like this was pulled
off in Cradlebaugh's."
"That's what Ive been telling every
body" returned Keogh.
The desk sergeant shot out his fore
finger and exclaimed.
1.-THE least you have to say about the
matter the better. This is not case
for you or for me, but for the captain
in the morning."
The captain appeared unusually ear
ly in the morning with some half doz.
en- papers in his hand. Shaping the
morning editions, scare heads upper.
most, in front Of the sergeant, HI
blurted out:
"What's this hereY
The sergeant glanced at the topmost
sheet.
Don't know where they got the
facts, but it looks like they got 'em
right"
The captain looked out of the win
dow. He was bordering deeply. Final
" he inquired:
"What did you do?"
The desk sergeant grinned.
mot a bloomin' thing" he answered
The captain shot glance Of ap-
prevail at his inferior.
For once, by gum" he conceded.
you hit the nail upon the head. This
isn't case for the police-not yet"
"Then for who?" The desk sergeant
looked dubious.
"For Peter Broderick." said the cap
tain, nodding.
whats Peter Broderick got to do
still doubtful.
The captain seized the telephone.
but paused to explain:
"Peter Broderick has got everything
to do with it, since the people put this
blatherskite MurgatroNd into the prose
cutor's Office. You know as we'll as l
do that there's been too many
rumpuses in Cradlebaugh's-and Muir
gatroyd sent word from the court
house that the place would be closed
up. cleaned out, If there was any more
trouble there"
'And Broderick?" persisted the SER
geant.
Frederick gave me orders TO be tip
ped off hard when anything happens
to Cradlebaugh's-no matter what
And that" concluded the captain, lis
enough for you and me. We've got to
obey orders. See"
He removed the receiver from it's
hook and was about to talk to central
but changed his mind. hung up the re
ceiver. wheeled around on the sergeaDl
and asked:
Were you going home?"
The other stretched his arms and
yawned
Yes. Why?"
The captain passed over two black
cigars.
Smoke 'em. They'll keep you awake
And, say" he went on. placing his
hand soothingly upon the others arm
you wouldn't mind looking up Chair
man Peter Broderick. would you? 1t
isn't everybody can trust"
He seized IL pad and wrote hastily
for moment and finally. handing the
slip of paper to the sergeant. added:
First try these four addresses. If
he's not at any of these. then try his
home. You'll/be sure to find him there.
But see him. Don't take no for an an
swer. and after you have told him the
whole story get his orders. See?"
1t took an hour and half to locate
Chairman Peter Broderick. The SER
geant found him home-in his rooms
on the ground floor Of the Iroquois
club. He waited for some time before
he could gain access to that estimable
gentleman, for Peter Broderick's hour
for rising was high noon. The boy
who aroused him awakened slumber-
ing lion. The Iroquois club covered
when Broderick woke up. Others cow
cred too. Broderick's word was law
everywhere. and yet he wore no badge
of authority. held no office. He did not