The Washington herald., 1912-09-03
CHORUS INvlDEs
POLICE BUREAU
Gwendolyn, Lillian, and All the
Other Girls Interested in
Murder"
LIEUT.. EVANS Is eALLAHE ONE.

Twenty chorus girls, who looked as II
they had Just fallen out Of a musical
comedy, invaded the central bureau al
police headquarters last night, looked
over the place. and then said:
Good night This is no place for U.S.
Lieut.. Charles Evans. night chief of
detectives, sat in his private ONCE, In
tently studying a sheet Of finger prints
when the buzz Of feminine voices and the
patter of dainty feet caused him to re-
volve quickly and TX his gaze on the
door.
The door slowly swung open. and q
pretty face. framed in picture hat. ap-
peared. Another face peered around a
corner of the door. and another and an
other, until Lieut.. Evans rubbed his
eyes and looked again. and this time
the door was a frame for q dozen femi-
nine faces, and the color scheme Of their
hats was dazzling. Evans arose from
his chair. but was too astonished to
speak. Such an intrusion was unprece-
dented. He was afraid to talk. His
voice might dispell the vision.
Evans Obliging Sort.
Then a voice. silvery. distinctly femi-
nine, and a bit timid. asked: May we
come ing'
Evans jumped as though he had been
touched with a magic wand Of life.
Certainly; come right in." he said in
his best Evans manner.
The girls grouped themselves in pic
turesque attitudes against the railing
around Evans desk. and after watching
him mop his brow for a few seconds,
the spokesman said:
'We're chorus girls. with the -
Company, and we just struck
town to-day. We've hired some buzz
wagons to make a little sightseeing
trip. and We want to know the speed
limit. We want to go the limit while
We're In Washington, but not too fast,
y'know."
Lieut.. Evans sighed with relief. He
started on a lengthy dissertation con-
cerning the speed laws. In a few min
utes the score of beauties knew just
how far they can go in this town and
Just how-Sast. Then a little girl. who
had peered from the background.
picked up her courage and her WELL
fitting skirt and advanced to the spot
light, asking:
Lieutenant. what do you do when
there's a murder?"
Evans started to reply. but before he
could speak. two loud reports in quick
suCCtSsiOH. like TtNOlNt. SHOlS, CdLle
through the window from the street
just outside the window. was heard.
Evans jumped. He landed at the
window. He could see nothing that
looked like a murder.
Some One Is Murdered.
He pressed a button. The door swung
open with a slam and Detective sergta
Harry Warren and Charles Mullin
strobe through the midst OF the fright
ened stage beauties and stood at at
tention before Evans. Somebody's shot
out in the street. Get out on 1t, will
your said Evans.
I'VE heard it, said the detectives.
making a break for the door.
Evans lifted the telephone receiver,
and while the score OF girls gazed and
listened i'm fascinated wonderment, be-
gan shooting orders over the wires in
rapid succession. In a few minutes all
necessary instructions had been issued
and Evans turned to the girl who had
asked what he did in case Of murder.
That's what we do said Evans.
II suppose your question Is answered"
The telephone rang, and Evans picked
up the receiver. Policeman Price. OF the
First Precinct, was talking from the
other end.
Those revolver shots. lieutenant, were
explosions of little torpedoes put on the
car tracks by some boys. The woman
whose scream you heard was passing
IN an auto. and she yelled from fright.
No one hurt. Good-by.''
To the eagerly awaiting girls Evans
explained the cause Of the excitement
and after thanking him and bidding him
good-by they trouped out, one OF them
"Gwendolyn. 1 think he just pulled
that OF to kid u.s."