New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1913-12-17

ten seen him at his place OF employ
ment. He was transferred from the
West 6Sth street station to the staff
OF the District Attorneys office, and at
once set about to trail Mrs. Vogt, who
was a cook in restaurant in West
125th street.
Shortly before Q o'clock last night,
Connolly, who had concealed himself in
a doorway across the street from the
restaurant, saw Mrs. Vogt leave the
place on her way home. The woman
walked leisurely toward Third avenue.
followed by Connolly. as he had done
a dozen nights before.
When Mrs. Vogt boarded south
bound elevated train the detective sat
across the aisle. The woman left the
train at the ODD street station, with
Connolly behind her. Reaching the
street the wife walked down Third
avenue. with Connolly lodging in and
out Of doorways, convinced he was
close upon an arrest in case which
had baffled the entire Police Depart
ment for days.
Just as Mrs. Vogt reached 22d street
Connolly saw a man step from dark
ened hallway and take her by the arm.
The two walked off together, and Con-
molly. walking to the side Of the man,
peered into his face.
Voat Gives Battle in Street.
Satisfied the man was Vogt. Connolly
placed his hand on the mans arm and
said:
We'll. oscar. I guess I've got you.
You may as well come along with me.
You know what want you for"
Quick as flash Nogt turned and
recognized Connolly. With lightning
like movement he brought up his right
hand and landed a stunning blow on
the detectives jaw, sending him reel
ing backward.
Connolly barely had time TO regain
his balance before the man drew
razor and lunged viciously at Con-
nolly's throat. The blade missed its
mark narrowly, and the next moment
the two men were engaged in herce
struggle for the weapon.
Connolly. trained in the art of jiu-
jitsu, gripped Vogt's right hand ana
twised the wrist backward, compelling
him TO drop the razor. Vogt, though
a frail looking man, was a demon IN
strength, and while Connolly was still
wrestling with him he kicked the de-
tective in the abdomen, causing him to
double up with pain.
Seeing his prisoner was desperate
and fully match for him, Connolly
drew his revolver and fred into the
air to intimidate Vogt 1t only had the
effect Of making the man more determ-
ined TO escape. however, and instead
of submitting Vogt stopped and again
grasped the razor.
He rushed toward Connolly, flourish
ing the razor and making savage
lunges. Connolly then fired point
blank at the mans head the bullet
entering the right temple and plough
ing furrow through the flesh, but not
piercing the brain The shock Of the
wound stunned Vogt, and he fell to the
curb, his head striking with great force
the stone tagging and cutting cash
In his scalp.
BY this time a great crowd had col
lected about the struggling pair, and
somebody sent in a call to the East
ODD street station for the reserves.
Mrs. Vogt disappeared in the mean
time. After DR.. Proctor. Of Bellevue
Hospital. treated Vogt, he was hustled
to the prison ward. where his injuries
were said to be slight.
Refuses to Admit Killing.
Surrounded by detectives, Vogt sat
on a bench in the hospital and eyed
them calmly. A dozen times he shook
his head when asked to tell how he had
killed Mrs. Guth. He refused TO be
trapped into any statement which
would show ne had been responsible for
her death.
The chef said he had left New York
and gone TO Hoboken a few hours after
the murder. He remained in hiding
across the river until December 10,
he said, and then returned, taking a
furnished room at No. 416 Third ave-
nue..
Knowing the police Of the entire city
were looking for him, the chef only left
his room after nightfall, TO meet his
wife, who continued to work in the
Harlem restaurant. After these brief
strolls with her Vogt would again re-
tire 10 his room, reading newspaper &C
counts Of the murder.
After Vogt had been locked up on a
charge of homicide, George Palmer. Of
No. POS East 21st street. walked into
Bellevue Hospital and asked TO be
treated for a bullet wound in the left
hip. He said he was present when
Connolly and Vogt were fighting in the
street, and that the first bullet from
the detectives revolver hit the side
walk and, glancing up, had struck him.
The wound was slight.
Mrs. Agnes Guth. a mlliner, known
TO her customers as Mime. Agnes" was
slain in her home, at No. 206 West
S4th street. December 3. She was
found by her son August, and the
room told Of a desperate struggle
Chairs were overturned, and q strand