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

The clock licked on, and still the
merciless browbeating went on. They
had been at It now five long, weary
hours. Through the blinds the gray
daylight outside was creeping It's way
| In. All the policemen we're exhaust.
ed. The prisoner was on the verge Of
collapse. Maloney and Patrolman
Delaney were doing on chairs, but
Capt. Clinton, a marvel of iron will
and physical strength, never relaxed
for a moment. Not allowing himself
to weaken or show signs of fatigue,
he kept pounding the unhappy youth
with searching questions.
BY this time Towards condition was
| pitiable to witness His face was
white as death. His trembling lips
| could hardly articulate. It was with
the greatest difficulty that he kept on
his feet. Every moment he seemed
about to fall. At times he clutched the
table neryously, for fear he would
stumble. Several times, through sheer
exhaustion, he sat down. The act was
almost involuntary. Nature was Civ
ing way.
Il can't stand any MORE" he muir.
INJURED, whats the good OF all these
questions? | tell you | didn't do It."
He sank helplessly on to chair. His
| eyes rolled in his head. He looked an
If he would faint
STAND up!" Numbered the captain
angrily.
Howard obeyed mechanically, Al
though he reeled In the effort. To
steady himself, he caught hold of the
table. His strength was fast ebbing.
He was losing his power to resist.
The captain saw he was weakening,
and he smiled with satisfaction. He'd
soon get a confession out OF him Sud
denly bending forward. so that his
fierce, determined stare glared right
into Towards half closed eyes, he
| shouted:
| "You did 1t and you know you didl"
Mol" replied Howard weakly.
These repeated denials are use
less!" shouted the captain. There's
already enough evidence to send you
to the chair!"
Howard shook his head helplessly.
Weakly he replied:
This constant questioning Is ma
king me dizzy. Good Godl What's
the use of questioning me and ques-
| tioning me? | know nothing about
It,"
"Why did you come here'" thun-
dered the captain.
| I've told you over and over again.
We're old friends | came to borrow
money He owed me few hundred
| dollars when we were at college to-
| gether, and tried to get 1t. I've told
you so many times. You won't be-
lieve me. My brain Is tired. I'm thor
| oughly exhausted. Please let me so.
| My poor wife won't know what's the
matter"
Never mind about your wife,"
growled the captain. We've sent for
her. How much did you try to Dor
row."
Howard was silent a moment, a. II
racking his brain. trying to remsm-
Der
L
get I think one thousand"
did he say he'd lend you the mon
ey?" demanded the inquisitor.
NO" replied the prisoner. with hest
tation. He couldn't-he-poor chap
| he"
"Ah!" snapped the captain. He re
tused-that led to words There was
quarrel, and" Suddenly leaning
forward until his face almost touched
Howards, he Kissed rather than
spoke: You shot him!"
Howard gave an involuntary step
backward, as II he realized the trap
being laid for him.
mo, mol" he cried.
| Quickly following up his advantage.
Capt. Clinton shouted dramatically:
"You lie! He was found on the
door in this room-dead. You were
trying to get out of the house with
out being seen. You hadn't even
stopped to wash the blood on your
bands All you fellers make mistakes.
You relied on getting away unseen.
You never stopped to think that the
blood on your hands. would betray
you" Gruffiy he ADDED NOW come
what's the use of wasting all this
lime? II won't so 80 hard with you
4 you own up. You killed RssssS
Underwood"
CONTINUED next week.