Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-11-16
Housewife Locates Intruder by
0dor of Strong Drink.
RUG OUT OF PLACE ALSO
She Awaits Husbands Return Before
Alarm Is Given.
"1'M DRUNK" MAN EXPLAINS
Thought Himself Home, He Declares.
and Frequent 1fisdemeanant.

Mrs. Richards knows exactly how ii
feels to find a man under her bed.
Mrs. Richards dwells at 134 18th street
northeast and is the wife Of w. II. Rich
ards. George Harris is the man who was
under the bed and who is now In a cell
at the ninth precinct station, charged
with burglary.
displaced rug met her observant eyes
as the odor Of alcohol assailed her keen
olfactory nerves when Mrs Richards en-
tered a bedroom on the second Moor OF
her home about Z o'clock last evening.
Her curiosity was stronger than her
alarm and she investigated.
The cause of these unusual conditions
was traced to his lair. Harris, under the
bed, had disarranged the rug and exuded
the smell OF booze
The police got Harris and his odorous
breath. Mrs. Richards Strengthened the
rug and resumed her composure.
Mrs. Richards Story.
This is Mrs. Richards narrative Of the
stirring event In her household:
Il can't say ! am a timid woman: I
never was OF fearsome disposition. But
when / saw that rumpled rug II un-
nerved me 80 that there asn't q part of
me inside that wasn't in a tremble."
For It was the rumpled rug that she
had left SO straight and trim by the bed
side that first caused this good house
keeper to look under the bed.
Il had been out all day and returned
with my husband between and ) clock.
l went downstairs and he did some work
1nGtAtra hA kAI ls4xf~
business to attend to in the neighborhood.
"As he went out he asked me IL had
left the front door open. OF course. I
had not. / am very careful about the
latch.
so went out for The Star where the
boy had thrown it on the porch and then
went upstairs to see that everything was
all right ! never think Of looking under
the beds, but / didn't like the idea of
that door being open.
around. and then went in the middle room.
That roughed-up rug caught my eye first
thing. Then l shifted the smell of strong
drink.
II went close to the bed-about a half
yard oh-and peeped under. ! saw some
thing that looked like q big bundle.
Waited for Husbands Return.
II didn't open my lips. but went out
to the steps with my nerves-well, can't
tell you how felt.
AT the steps reflected that had bet
ter be sure, though I knew there ought to
be no bundle under that bed So 1
stopped again and looked under. Then
I was certain.
Il didn't know what to do, but | went
in the parlor and waited a quarter of an
hour until my husband came back. He
went across to the drug store and tele-
phoned the police, and they came and
dragged the man out. He pretended to
be drunk. Maybe he was
mo, / never was Of a fearsome dis
position, but / certainly am unnerved to-
day.
1t puzzles my brains how he got i'm.
and what he meant to do. Maybe he
dldn have proper training when he was
a child. II boy has the right bringing
up he's pretty sure to go right when he's
q man."
Blames It on Drink.
Bicycle Policeman Broderick responded
to the call for police. He arrived at the
Richards home, he went to the bedroom,
caught Harris by the feet and pulled
him from under the bed. not even draw
ing his revolver to brighten him.
Harris. suffering from strong drink, de-
clared he was In the house by mistake
Il thought l was in my house in
he stated.
you're a long way from GEORGETOWN"