Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1910-11-25

l less enough, but somehow lacked the
nerve to perform.
Step by step Jones became drowsy.
The stepson strove to rally him to his
senses. Jones closed his eyes. What
might have been a phantom o. over
heated Imagination now became a
fearful reality. The stepson was now
almost paralyzed with fear as Jones
| slipped from his chair to the floor.
Was he dead or alive7 He uttered
a low and suppressed moan as his lank
| and livid body was laid upon the bed
and stripped OF all its valuables. The
stepson, thoroughly In earnest, wanted
to take Jones overcoat, but Reed said
1t would be dangerous, as 1t might
lead to detection.
/ now leave the horrors OF this occa-
sion to the imagination OF the reader.
The two survivors suddenly left the
hotel and crossed over to Jersey City
and took lodging at Taylors hotel,
where they registered under assumed
names, as they had done previously at
the Merchants. It was late in the
evening when they went to bed.
| They had left the Merchants hotel
late in the afternoon. Jones, the sup
posed drugged countryman, was not
quite as dead as the Judges stepson
thought him to be. He. too. was a
skilled pretender.
Soon after his entertainers had ta-
ken their departure he. possum-like,
came to life, got up and took drink
from the brandy bottle that was left
upon the table, and made his way at
once to the government secret service
office, where he told the story Of his
adventure and received further In
structions. This so-called Jones was a
detective of marked ability. He could
assume almost any character and de-
ceive the best educated criminal yet
withal an honest, faithful servant to
the government.
At an early hour on the following
| morning at Taylor's hotel Reed pre-
| tended to be taken suddenly sick with
cramp in his stomach. He left his
| roommate and went below. A short
| time afterwards he rushed back into
the bedroom and informed the judges
stepson with a trembling voice that
| they must get out of the place in a
hurry or they would be arrested. Reed
said that while downstairs he had torn
a slip from a newspaper. He handed
1t to the judges stepson, who, on
glancing at 1t hastily, at once sprang
out of bed.
1t was a sensational article and bore
the appearance Of having been clipped
from a newspaper. AS a matter OF
fact, however, 1t had been printed at
| the New York Tribune Job office. II
was a nice piece of deception and read
as follows:
A Brutal Murder and Robbery.
Another OF those outrageous and
dastardly murders which have SO
recently startled the community
occurred in this city yesterday af-
ternoon, the particulars Of which
| are as follows: II appears that
l shortly after dark last evening a
we'll dressed man. apparently
thirty-five years Of age, was found
| by the police lying near the foot
II
BILE condition. He was taken to the
police station, where restoratives
were administered, and when he
had revived sufficiently he stated
that his name was P. R. Jones and
that he was from Fort Wayne,
Ind.
Mr.. Jones was removed to the city
Il al 1aa ha hn-
came delirious and died about nine
o'clock. The police are on the
track of the murderers, who are
supposed to be from Baltimore or
Washington, as the clerk at the
hotel states that they came in just
after the arrival of the Washing
ton train. The clerk is positive he
can identify them.
A frightful ghost had risen and wa
standing in its most horrible form be
fore the now half-crazed stepson. Thu
rope of the hangman was looming VI
before his eyes. He did not evel
take time to wash his face, 30 grea
was his anxiety to leave New York be
hind him. Even the very air b
breathed seemed tainted with the fou
odor of his crime. 1t was thought t
be dangerous to travel by rail at first
and they started away on foot. an
finally concluded to make their wa
to New Orleans.
Reed was. Of course. the rulin
spirit and was carrying out the pla
they had agreed upon. They double
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ting imaginary pursuers OF the tracl
Reed was seeking delay for the pul
pose of gaining time. When the pal
arrived at New Orleans about the irs
thing that met their eyes was hant