The Kansas City sun. (Kansas City, Mo.) 1908-1924, 1914-05-09


Mulcahey laughed derisively. FIFTY
miles, eh7" he said. sneering. Don't
you suppose I'd hit him IL he'd been
going at flfty7 why, that was two
hundred II It was one; the fellow was
out Of sight before l could draw me
gun"
Then, dasbing through the immense
crowd which had blocked the roadway,
he ran into a nearby telephone booth
"HelloI Mr.. Frank Staples has been
held up and robbed at No. 3742 Pros
pect Park West by a man In an auto,
wedge-shaped, running on a single
wheel. Got that7 Yes, a single wheel.
Machine is making for Fulton street
down Tatbush, meaning, of course, to
CROSS into Manhattan and gain the
country. Telephone all stationary posts
and branch Offices; call the bridge,
Manhattan side, and have ropes
stretched across the carriage road and
footway Or he'll get free. You've got
less than three minutes to do 1t In"
He hung up the receiver and
slouched back like a broken man, as
indeed, he felt himself to be. This
meant the finish Of his career as 8
member Of the police force. Three
minutes!" he muttered vlciously.
Three seconds, more like. I'll bet
he's over the bridge already. Unless"
de added, with a glimmer of hope
he's had a collision"
But the man in the chair was too
sagacious to collide with any vehicle
that afternoon; the slightest Jar of
wheel against wheel would have
plunged him, travelling at that fearful
rate. to immediate death. And 1t was
by reason of this sagaciousness that in
point Of fact the police actually were
enabled to stretch ropes across the
middle of the Brooklyn bridge before
the strange vehicle arrived.
AS soon as he had shaken off his
p%ursuers and passed from the quiet
residential section into the traffic
haunted region Of F1atbush avenue the
cripple displayed a singular indiffer-
ence, as though he were supremely
confident of his ability both to outwit
and to outrun his enemies. He had
sped toward Fatbush avenue ut the
rate of a hundred and fifty miles an
hour, whirling SO fast that he was com
pletely hidden from sight in the clouds
of dust flung up by the wheel. But
when he reached that artery of traffic
he had slowed down to not more than
fifty miles. He whizzed past the traf-
fic policeman who attempted to stay
his progress, turned into a maze of
small side streets, constantly dimin-
ishing his speed, and finally emerged
upon Court street, gliding no faster
than a mar OF a bicycle. Ho looked
right and left for the fraction of a
second 10 he neared Fulton street. 1t
had been his intention to return across
the Brooklyn bridge to Manhattan, but
he had not calculated upon the pres
ence of the two policemen, and it oc-
CURED to him that others might be
waiting for him at the other end. But
that risk was smaller than the ono
which would ensue should he become
isolated upon Long island in a Gordon,
and so he swung into Fulton street
and headed toward the East river,
travelling at about twenty miles an
hour. The wheel glided Upon a rail of
the ca tracks, to which it adhered i'm
mediately without a single guiding mo-
ton of the drivers arm, and the pace
began automatically to increase imme-
diately. But the route became OBJ
scured by the approach of an uptown
car, and the cripple swung his chair
of the line again, upon which ne had
run merely as @ test end proceeded
in a leisurely manner past Clark and
Pineapple streetg and 30 to the bridge
entrance, where he disconnected his
running gear and began to move by
hand power toward the passenger track
that crosses the center o. the bridge.
None OF tho crowd was idle enough
at that hour to examine the strange
looking vehicle closely, and 1t was OBJ
vious, from the lack CT interest which
the wayfarer5 displayed, that the news
OF the robbery had not yet become pub
lilo property. The cripple patted his
pocket as he moved deity through
the crowd toward the bridge footway.
There, snugly ensconcea in the leather
wallet which he had taken from Mr..
Staples lay ten thousand dollars In
bills-his money, long overdue, of
which he had been robbed when Sta
pies had aided the land gang to rail-
road him TO prison five years before.
But no would not let his mind dwell
upon that for the present, lest his
anger invalidate his judgment; just
now he must concentrate all his forces
upon the endeayor to escape. And,
once across the bridge and safe in
Manhattan, he knew that nothing
could prevent his progress.
He had threaded the crowds and
was moving toward the footway when
he heard shouts behind him. The news
had Just been telephoned to the sta
tionary policemen on duty at that
point, one OF the fat elderly police
men who are detailed in their last
yearD of duty to the lighter offices.
The man was racing after him, putting
heavily as he ran. Hio tunic was IN
buttoned and In one hand he held a
heavy revolver, which he pointed as
he ran, with no sure aim.
"Stop!" he yelled. stop right there
or I'll fill you full of lead"
In the depths OF the chair the Grip
pie had another revolver, but he did
not attempt to seize it He had no
quarrel with the officers of the law.
only with the men who had league6 to-
gether to obtain his inheritance and
put him away In the penitentiary at