Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1914-05-15

his mind and was coming aft
er him.
But to the disgust OF both patroimen
the cripple's chair seemed to take on
a sudden acceleration Of motion. O'sul-
liyan walked faster. Yes. there was
no doubt of it. Although to his eye
the wheel did notgeem TO be revolving
more rapidly. yet the distance be-
tween himself and the peculiar vehicle
was materially increased. Then. re-
membering that the man would un-
doubtedly stop at Mr.. Staples house,
he proceeded more slowly and permit
ted Mulcahey to catch up with him.
They were about Ave hundred yards
behind when the chair came to a stop
outside the millionaire's residence.
They saw the crippled figure leave 1t
and move painfully up the steps with
the aid Of two crutches. Long before
they had come up the door had closed
on the man, and, when at last they ar
rived, the empty chair was buzzing
amiably upon the curb.
II guess this story was straight
enough-there's no use waiting, Muk,"
sale Patrolman O'Sullivan. Mulcahey
shook his head doubtfully. He was
not sure; he was not by any means
sure that, even II the cripple's exit
were orderly and peaceful, he would
not arrest him on the chance Of hay
ing picked up an ex-convict. But even
while he debated the front door few
open and the cripple came hurrying
down the stairs with the aid of his
crutches, while from within the ball
resounded the screams of the maids.
mingled with the shouts of the finAn-
cier.
AS the patrolman dashed to seize
the fellow Staples came bounding
down the steps.
ARREST himl" he yelled, purple with
fury. Hes an escaped convict and
he's got FIVE thousand dollars Of mine,
damn him, in his coat pocket. Held
me up with pistol and made me open
my safe. Hold himi"
We're holding him." answered Null
cahey grimly, as he clutched the man
by the collar, while O'Sullivan extract
ed from his pockets bullying wallet
and a revolver. Loaded in every
chamber" he exclaimed, inspecting
1t. Hey, youse must be mad, young
Teller. This amt no wild west show
this is Brooklyn!"
The cripple's face remained entirely
impassive as the policeman bundled
him back into his chair. Followed by
the wrathful cries Of the financier
they prepared to wheel him to the sta
ton house.
my money!" cried Mr.. Staples. Fl
identify that. He stole 1t from mo a
minute ago"
Sorry, Mr.. Staples" replied Mulca
hey respectfully, but you'll have Il
get 1t from the sergeant, sir. That's
the law, Mr.. Staples, and I'll have tC
take 1t with me. You can reclaim II
any time, sir" he continued. "0r Il
you care to come along now"
He had turned his back on the chR!l
as he began to speak, while O'Sullivan
holding the pistol and the wallet, was
pushing back the crowd which had in
stantly assembled, his arm resting up
on the hand-wheel in order to keeI
the vehicle motionless. OF a sudden
quick as a flash, the cripple's mighty
right arm shot forth and clutched hin
as in a wise; an instant later, and the
chair had shot down the street with
the force of tornado, the wedge from
scattering the mob right and left, hurl
ing them upon the sidewalk and iniC
the street. AS O'Sullivan went dowT
he felt the wallet torn from his clutch
before he could recover self-possessior
enough to fire, the vehicle was no
where in sight; only far down the rose
spiral column of dust showed the
course 1t had taken.
The two patrolmen stared dismally
at one another; Mulcahey from the
curb, where he stood staring helpless
ly after the machine, O'Sullivan from
the road, where he lay, dusty and torn
From the steps above Mr.. Staples
stormed for his money.
O'Sullivan held up a bleeding hand
1t looked as though 1t had been torn b.
pincers OF steel.
Its gone, Mul," he said in hollow
tones. "He got it away from me- MY
God, he muet have been travelling a
fifty miles an hour"
Mulcahey laughed derisively. FIFTY
miles. eh?" he said. sneering. Don
you suppose I'd hit him If he'd beer
going at fifty? Why, that was two
hundred IL 1t was one; the fellow wal
out Of sight before could draw mt
gun"
Then, dashing through the Immense
crowd which had blocked the roadway
he ram into a nearby telephone booth
Hello! Mr. Frank Staples has beef
held up and robbed at No 3742 Pros
pect Park West by a man In an auto
wedge-shaped, running ON a singh
wheel Got that7 Yes, single wheel
Machine is making for Fulton stree
down Flatbush, meaning, Of course. t,
cross into Manhattan and gain tn
country. Telephone all stationary post
and branch Offices; call the bridge
Manhattan side, and have rope
stretched across the carriage road an
footway or he'll get free. You've go
less than three minutes to do 1t IN. F"
He hung up the receiver an
slouched back like broken man. a
indeed. he felt himself to be. Thi
meant the finish of his career rs
member Of the police force. "1hre
minutesi" he muttered yiciousl!
Three seconds. more like. I'll be
he's over the bridge already. Unless
de added, with q glimmer OF hope
"he's had a collision"
But the man in the chair wag to