The Parma herald. (Parma, Idaho) 1903-1917, 1912-03-07

OF doors. There is no question abou,
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 a
debt to the officers of the law If thew
succeed in apprehending criminals
quickly. You've been getting some
pretty hard knocks lately, but | guess
you know your business"
The captain grinncd broadly.
i guess do. Don't we, Maloney r.
yes, cap.,' said Maloney, quietly.
The coroner turned to 60
We'll, there's nothing more for me-
70 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 it out.
i suppose" said the coroner chat
your take your prisoner Immediately
70 the station house, and before the
magistrate tomorrow mornfng?-
Not just yet" grinned the captain.
i want to put few questions to him
first"
Inc coroner smiled.
You're going to put him through
the third degree. Ell? Every ones
neard OF your star-chamber ordeals.
Are they really so dreadful?"
NONSENSE" laughed the captain.
We wouldn't harm baby, would we,
Maloney?'
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 ruffianly policemen, in order to
force them into some damaging adj
mission. A chill ran down his SHINE
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.
cannot Interfere" he said coldly.
Mr.. Underwood was a friend Of
mine,' explained Howard. 81 came
here to borrow money. | fell asleep
on that sofa. When l woke up he
was dead. l was frightened. | 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 sympathizing
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
Ike this. You exceed your powers.
demand to be taken before a magis-
rate at once"
Inc captain grinned, and pointed to
he clock.
Say, young Teller, see what time It
81 Two-thirty a. m. Our good mag
ssrates are all comfy in their yirtu-
Jus beds. Wen have to wait till
morning."
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