Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1911-10-20


loftily:
Il am Ferris, Mr.. Underwoods man
sir" Suspiciously he added; Are
you friend of Mr. Underwoods s, sir7"
He might well ask the question, for
Towards disheveled appearance and
CHASTITY face still distorted by terror,
was anything but reassuring. Taken
by surprise, Howard did not know
what to say, and like most people
questioned at a disadvantage, he an.
swered foolishly:
Matter? No What makes you
think anything is the matter?"
Brushing past the man, he added
It's late. I'm going"
Stop a minutei' cried the man
servant. There was something in
Towards manner that he did not like.
Passing quickly into the sitting room,
he called out: stop a minute!" But
Howard did not stop. Terror gave
him wings and, without waiting for
the elevator, he was already half way
down the first staircase when he
heard shouts behind him.
"Murder Stop thief! Stop that
man! Stop that mani"
There was a rush of feet and hum
of voices, which made Howard run
all the faster. He leaped down four
steps at a time in his anxiety to get
away. But it was no easy matter de-
scending so many flights of stairs. 1t
took him several minutes TO reach the
main floor
BY this time the whole hotel was
aroused. Telephone calls had quick.
ly warned the attendants, who had
promptly sent for the police. BY the
time Howard reached the main en-.
trance he was intercepted by a mob
too numerous to resist.
Things certainly looked black for
him. AS he sat, white and trembling
under guard in a corner of the en-
trance hall, waiting for the arrival OF
the police the valet breathlessly gave
the sensational particulars to the rap
idly growing crowd of curious on
lockers. He had taken his usual Sun
day out and on returning home at
midnight, as was his custom he had
let himself in with his latchkey. To
his establishment he had found this
man, the prisoner, about to leave the
| premises. His manner and remarks
were SO peculiar that they at once
aroused his suspicion. He hurried into
| the apartment and found his master
1Yfiy. Il -. Il
blood. In his hurry the assassin had
dropped his revolver, which was lying
near the corpse. As far as he could
see, nothing had been taken from the
apartment. Evidently the man was
disturbed at his work and, when sud
denly surprised, had made the bluff
that he was calling on Mr.. Under
wood They had got the right man.
that was certain. He was caught red
handed and in proof of what he said,
the valet pointed to Towards right
hand, which was still covered with
! blood,
How terriblel" exclaimed a woman
bystander, averting her face. sc
young, tool"
It's all mistake, / tell you. It's
all a mistake" cried Howard, almost
panic-stricken. I'm a friend of Mr.
Underwood's."
Mice friend!" sneered an onlooker
Tell that to the police" laughed
another.
"Or to the marines!" cried a third
Its the chair for hisn!" opined a
fourth.
BY this time the main entrance hall
was crowded with people, tenants
and passersby attracted by the I'M
wonted commotion. A scandal in high
life is always cayiare to the sensa-
ton seeker Everybody excitedly In
quired of his neighbor:
What is it? What's the matter?'
Presently the rattle of wheels was
heard and heavy vehicle driven furi-
ously, drew up at the sidewalk with
a jerk, 1t was the police patrol
wagon and in 1t were the captain of
the precinct and q half dozen police
men and detectives The crowd
pushed forward to get better view
of the burly representatives of the
law as, full of authority they elbowed
their way unceremoniously through
the throng. Pointing to the leader, a
big man In plain clothes, with a
square, determined jaw and bulldog
face, they whispered one to another:
That's Capt Clinton, chief of the
precinct. He's terror. It'll go hard
with any prisoner he gets in his
clutches!"
Followed by his uniformed mgr
midons, the police official pushed his
way to the corner where sat Howard,
dazed and trembling, and still guard
ed by the valet and elevator boys.
What's the matter here?" demand
ed the captain grufiy, and looking
from Ferris to the white-faced How
ard. The valet eagerly told his story:
Il came home at midnight, sir, and
found my master, Mr. Robert Under
wood, lying dead in the apartment,
shot through the head" Pointing to
Howard, he added; This man was
in the apartment trying to get away.