The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1911-04-07

OF doors. Thare is no question about
his guilt. Look at his hands. We
caught him trying to get away"
The coroner rose. He believed in
doing things promptly.
Il congratulate you, captain. Quick
work like this ought to do your repu-
tation good. The community owes q
debt to the officers of the law II 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.
II guess l do. Don't we, Maloney?"
Eyes, cap" said Maloney, quietly.
The coroner turned to go.
We'll, 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 inn
mediately. Carrying the corpse into
the inner room. they commenced the
NOih II VI laying IL Oul.
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.
II 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?"
"Nonsense!" laughed the captain.
I'VE wouldn't harm a baby, would we.
Maloney?"
The sergeant quickly indorsed 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
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 ruffianly 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 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
The coroner startled, drew back.
II cannot interfere" he said coldly.
Mr.. Underwood was friend of
mine" explained Howard Il came
here to borrow money. l fell asleep
on that sofa. When l woke up he
was dead. was frightened l 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 sympathizins
with criminals. Waving his hand at
Capt. Clinton, he said:
Goodnight. captain"
Goodnight, Mr. Coroner"
The door slammed and Capt. Clin-
ton. with 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 feller, see what time II
is? Two-thirty a. m. Our good mag
istrates are all comfy in their virtu-
Gus beds. Well have to wait till
morning"
CTo BE CoNTINUED.)