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


command of the situation. Turning
to q police sergeant at his side, he
said:
"Maloney, this fellow may have had
an accomplish. Take four officers and
watch every exit from the hotel. Ar.
rest anybody attempting to leave the
building. Put two officers to watch
the fire escapes. Send one man on
the roof. Col"
Yes. sir" replied the sergeant, as
he turned away to execute the order.
Capt. Clinton gave two strides for
ward, and catching Howard by the col
lar, jerked him to his feet.
Now, young Teller, you come with
me! Wen go upstairs and have a
look at the dead man"
Howard was at no time an athlete.
and now, contrasted with the bury
policeman, colossus In strength, he
seemed like puny boy. His cringing,
frightened attitude as he looked up In
the captains bulldog face, was pathet,
lc. The crowd of bystanders could hard
ly contain their eagerness to take in
every detail of the dramatic situation.
The prisoner was sober by this time,
and thoroughly alarmed.
What do you want me for?" he
cried. 81 haven't done anything. The
mans dead, but didn't kill him"
Shut your mouth" growled the
captain
Dragging Howard after him, he
made his way to the elevator Throw
ing his prisoner into the cage, he
turned to give orders to his subord.
mate.
"Maloney, you come with me and
bring officer Delaney" Addressing the
other men, he said You other fellers
look after things down here Don't
let any of these people come upstairs."
Then, turning to the elevator boy, he
gave the command: up with her"
The elevator, with its passengers,
shot upward, stopped with jerk at
the fourteenth floor, and the captain.
once more laying brutal hand on
Howard, pushed him out into the cor
rider.
If it could be said of Capt Clinton
that no had any system at all, 1t was
to be as brutal as possible with every
body unlucky enough to fall into his
hands Instead df regarding his pris.
oners as innocent until found guilty.
as they are Justly entitled to be re-
garded under the law, he took the d.
rectly opposite stand. He considered
all his prisoners as guilty as hell until
they had succeeded in proving them
selves innocent. Even then he had
his doubts. When a jury brought In
verdict of acquittal, he shook his
head and growled. He had the great
est contempt for jury that would ao-
quit and the warmest regard for Jury
which convicted He bullied and NAL.
treated his prisoners because he firm
ly believed In undermining their NOR
al and physical resistance. When by
deprivjng them of sleep and food, by
choking them, clubbing them and
frightening them he had reduced
them to state of nervous terror, to
the border of physical collapse, he
knew by experience that they would
no longer be In condition to withstand
his merciless cross-examinations De.
moralized, unstrung, they would blurt
out the truth and so convict them
| selves. The ends of justice would thus
be served.
Capt. Clinton prided himself on the
thorough manner In which he conduct
ed these examinations of persons I'M
der arrest. It was a laborious ordeal
but always successful He owed his
present position on the force to the
skill with which he browbeat his pris-
oners into confessions" With his
third degree" seances he arrived at
results better and more quickly than
In any other way All his convictions
had been secured by them The press
and meddling busybodies called his
system barbarous, a revival of the old
time torture chamber What did he
care what the people said as long as
he convicted his man? Wasn't that
what he was paid for? He was there
to find the murderer, and he was GO
ing to do It,
He pushed his way into the apart
ment followed closely by Maloney and
the other policemen, who dragged
along the unhappy Howard The dead
man still lay where he had fallen.
Capt Clinton stopped down, but made
no attempt to touch the corpse, mere
ly satisfying himself that Underwood
was dead. Then, after a casual survey
of the room, he said to his sergeant:
I'VE won't touch thing, Maloney,
till the coroner arrives He'll be here
any minute, and he'll give the order
for the undertaken. You can call up
headquarters so the newspaper boys
get the story"
While the sergeant went to the tele-
phone to carry out these orders, Capt,
Clinton turned to look at Howard, who
had collapsed, white and trembling, In
to a chair
What do you want with me?" cried
Howard appeallngly Il assure you
had nothing to do with this. Ny wlfe's
expecting me home Can't go?"
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