Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1911-10-27

prisoner.
Caught him red-handed, eh? Who
10 her
Howard was about to blurt out "a
ply, when the captain Numbered.
"Silencei"
To the coroner, the captain az.
planned:
Hes the scapegrace SON Of How.
ara Jeffries. the banker No good
bad egg. His father turned him oar,
Of doors. There Is no question abou,
dis guilt Look at his hands. we
caught him trying to get away"
The coroner rose. He believed IN
1oing things promptly
81 congratulate you, captain. Quick
work like this ought to do your repu.
tstion good. Tue community owes a
debt to the officers of the law II thew
succeed In apprehendins criminals
quickly You've been getting some
pretty hard knocks lately. but guess
Fou know your business"
The captain gTfnnsd broadly.
Il guess do, Don't we, Maloneyr-
Yes, cap" said Maloney, quietly.
The coroner turned to 20.
Well, there's nothing more for me
to do here The man is dead. Let
Justice take its course" Addressing
the undertaken, he said:
You can remove the body"
The men set about the work i'm
mediately. Carrying the corpse into
the inner room, they commenced the
work of laying 1t out.
Il suppose" said the coroner. that
you'll take your prisoner Immediately
TO the station house, and before the
magistrate tomorrow morning?"
Not Just yet" grinned the captain.
want to put few questions to him
first"
The coroner smiled.
You're going to put him through
the third degree, eh? Every ones
heard OF your star-chamber ordeals
Are they really so dreadful?
"Nonssnsel" laughed the captain.
we wouldn't harm baby, would we,
Maloney7"
The sergeant quickly Endorsed his
chiefs opinion.
mo, cap"
Turning to CO. 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
degree they were talking about? Now
he remembered He had heard of in
nocent men being bullied, 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 a gang
of rufianly policemen, in order to
force them into some damaging ad-
mission. A chill ran down his spine
as he realized his utter helplessness.
II he could only get word to 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
met" he exclaimed
The coroner startled, drew back.
II cannot interfere" he said coldly.
Mr.. Underwood was q friend of
mine," explained Howard. Il came
here to borrow money. | fell asleep
on that sofa. When I woke up he
was dead. was frightened. l tried
help me Godl"
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.
demand to be taken before a magis-
trate at once"
The captain grinned, and pointed to
the clock.
Say, young Teller, see what time 1t
Is? Two-thirty a. m. Our good mag
istrates are all comfy In their virtu-
GUS beds. Well have to wait till
morning"
But what's the good Of sitting here
In this death house" protested How
ard. Take me to the station II I
must go. It's intolerable to sit any
longer here"
The captain beckoned to Maloney.
mot 80 fast, young man. Before
we go to the station we want TO ask
you few questions. Don't we, Ma
loney?"
The sergeant came over, and the
captain whispered something in his
ear. Howard shivered. Suddenly
turning to his prisoner, the captain
shouted In the stern tone Of COM
mand:
a.