Evening journal. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1907-1913, 1912-09-19
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Copyright 1872, a. Z. AoGlu1g & Co..
Continued from yesterday

The contents Of the pockets were
not significant The letter he had
been so anxious TO secure and destroy
twas the only letter, apparently, he hao
carried There was d chcque-book on
a Chicago bank, and there was wal
let containing II small sum Of money
in bills, and a few business cards Of
importing houses, which We took to
indicate that the pcssessor was still
desultorily engaged in trade, or some
species of smuggling. with the Malay
states and the Straits settlements as
his field, since most of the cards made
reference to goods of such origin.
That morning, which succeeded the
might of exciting events already de.
tailed, was crowded with another sue
cession of happenings scarcely less
sensational.
3leep! he echoed when | had
mace my apologies. I haven't had a
wink, myself. I've been with the boys
all night doing as pretty d roundup
as you ever see. We've got the bunch
right this time, Mr. Clyde, and there'l
be clearin' out down there in China
town such as hasn't been known since
the Chinks discovered DOyers street"
Yes" l said. encouragir ely.
Its another war Of the longs" be
went on. They have EN- periodically,
you know, and there's always a few of
the moon-faced boys snuffcd out, which
amt much loss nohow. But this time
they interfered, you see, with you anC
Miss Grayson, and they beat up thai
driver of our buZz-carriage something
fierce; and the Commissioners issued
orders to put the whole yellow popula-
ton on the pan if necessary to get the
ones what is responsible
Were any arrests made?" I in
quired.
OHara smiled. Were any arrests
made?" he repeated In tone that in
dicated supreme pity for my ignorance
"Why, We took EN- in by the whole
SALE We lowered the net and dragged
1t and you ought to see what come up
There was one fellow. a skinny old
geezor half-breed, neither Chink nor
white man, but a Shiny mixture of all
that's bad in the two. We've had him
on the gfiddle all night Talk about
the third degree! He got 1t good, and
he's made enough admissions already
to send him straight to the chair"
And Murphy" l suggested.
Hes q tough one, that lad! When
they'd brought him to- they figured
they'd get him to convict himself In
the same old way. But there was
nothin' doing. He just shut his trap.
and not word would he answer one
way or the other. But his turnll come
all right I've got it on him, Mr.. Clyde.
While I've been shadowin' him for the
past month I've picked up a bunch of
stuff that will come in good To be
gin with, his name amt Murphy. It's
Pat Moran, and his mugs at head
quarters"
His mug?"
Sure! in the Rogue's Gallery. And
his records there too. He's done time
already"
For what?"
For stabbin' a man in the back"
1t requires no great mathematical
ability to put two and two together
The result is always either four OF
twenty-five. So, in logic, the answer T.
invariably either right or wrong. Muir
ply had stabbed q man in the hack.
AIcNIsa carried the scar of a knife
~ound under his shoulder blade There
were the two and two
What We're tie facts % l asked.
with kindled interest. Whom did he
stab? Wien? Where?"
The bloke's name.o O'Hara an
swered, after moments thunbing of
his note book, was MacNiehol-Do
lass MacNichol. 1t was In Buffalo. in
1900"
My putting together of names could
hardly be coincidence.
Pat Moran served five years in Au-
burn, the detective added.
You don't know what became of
McNish-I mean MacNichol
No"
Nor any facts about the cause Of
the stabbing?"
That's easy got" OHara informed
me. But it amt in the record at
headquarters. What is there, though,
IS that Moran had lived in Chinatown
IN Frisco, and was arrested there and
tried for smuggling opium, but was ac-
Quilted for lael: of evidence"
For moment | slipped my coffee in
thoughtful silence.
The skeleton guy knows Moran, all
right, OTIara broke in.
You mean the half-breedo"
Eyes. lie give that away"
what does he call himseH?"
Hes known in Chinatown as join
Soy. He says he's a cook"
Once again was busy with two and
two. Unless all signs failed this John
Soy and Peter Johnson and the Eura-
sian cook Of the Sable Lorcaa were d
Eir-le entity