The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1911-04-06

of DOORS There is no question about
his guilt. Lock at his hands. We
caught him trying TO get away"
The coroner rose. He believed in
doing things promptly.
81 congratulate you, captain. Quick
work like this ought to do your repu-
tajion good The community owes a
debt to the officers of the law if they
succeed in apprehending criminals
quickly You've been getting some
pretty hard knocks lately, but l guess
you know your business"
The captain grinned broadly.
Il guess do Don't we, Maloney?"
Eyes, cap.,'' said Maloney, quietly.
The coroner turned to go.
well, there's nothing more for me
to do here The man is dead. Let
justice take it's course" Addressing
the undertaken, he said:
You can remove the BODY
The men set about the work i'm
mediately. Carrying the corpse into
work of laying it out.
Il suppose said the coroner, that
you'll take your prisoner Immediately
to the station house, and before the
magistrate tomorrow morning?"
mot just yet,' grinned the captain.
Il want to put few questions to him
first" a.
The coroner smiled.
You're going to put him, through
the third degree, Ell? Every ones
heard of your star-chamber ordeals.
Are they really So dreadful?'
"Nonsense!1 laughed thei captain.
I'VE wouldn't harm a.baby, would we,
Maloney?"
The sergeant quickly Endorsed his
chiefs opinion.
mo, cap"
Turning to go, the coroner said:
We'll, goodnight, captain"
Goodnight. Mr. Coroner"
Howard listened to all this like one
transfixed. They seemed to be talk
ing about him. They were discussing
some frightful ordeal of which he was
to be victim. What was this third
he remembered. He had heard of in
nocent men being buIlied, maltreated,
deprived of food and sleep for days,
in order to force them to tell what
the police were anxious to find out.
He had heard of secret assaults, of
midnight clubbings, of prisoners being
choked and brutally kicked by gang
of rufffanly policemen, in order to
force them into some damaging adj
mission. A chill ran down his spine
as he realized his utter .helplessness.
If he could only get word. to a lawyer.
Just as the coroner was disappearing
through the door, he darted forward
and laid hand on his arm
"Mr.. Coroner. won't you listen to
me?" he exclaimed 49,. l
The. coroner startled, drew back
81 cannot interfere he said coldly.
MIR. Underwood was friend of
mine" explained Howard. Il came
here to borrow money / fell asleep
on that. sofa. When / woke up he
was dead l was frightened / tried
to get away. That's the truth, SO
help me Cod"
The coroner looked at him sternly
and made no reply. No one could
ever reproach him with sympathizing
with criminals. Waving his hand at
Capt Clinton, he said:
Goodnight, captain"
Goodnight, Mr.. Coroner
The door slammed and Capt. Clin-
ton, with a twist of his powerful arm,
yanked his prisoner back into his
seat. Howard protested.
you've got no right to treat me
like this. You exceed your powers.
l demand to be taken before magis-
trate at once"
The captain grinned, and pointed to
the clock.
Say, young Teller, see what time it
is? Two-thirty a. m. Our good mag
istrates are all comfy in their virtu-
Gus beds. Well have to wait till
morning"
(To BE CONTINUED
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