Bisbee daily review., 1914-09-20

hinged to one of its walls. He tmeo himself on a dirty twisted blanket. hi. body worn out and his mind bluu. His stomach called for food. but he dared not ask for any. The lunch hour tramping Of feet above 1ulipd hiu into oblivion. His tired eyes closed and he slept
 A voice, sounding very faintly at first but gathering volume until his ears ached. awakened him.
 q thought you was dead" be heard the turnkey say. Here. take this"
 The prisoner dropped his legs over the iron pallets edge and held out his hands.
 The turnkey had brought him large tincup filled with beef stew, and the savor of it made the boys brain reel with the delights of anticipation He lifted the cup to his lips and drank from it eagerly. The turnkey handed him piece of bread He clutched 1t. stuck 1t into the stew and ate of lt with little gruuts of animal satsfac- ton.
 Montgomery heard the cell door slam and the key turn in the lock. As the welcome process of digestion started the starved, tired lad forgot his sor- rows and remembered his miseries no more in dreamless and refreshing slumber.
 simple as was the food. and only too slight for a famished youth, it started the blood coursing healthily through his veins once more This second sleep brought back his strength. and the fog that had come to his brain while he was undergoing the strange hardships Of identification began to lift When he wakened again be found that nature, replenishcd with fuel had cast off the dread load of despair that bad settled upon him.
 He knew not whether it was day or night. He rubbed his face briskly, talk ins a dry bath and equalizing the sur face circulation of his blood. He threw out his arms and legs vigorously, re moving the kinks in his muscles.
 Through the bars of the cell he saw the yellow smear of light and the turn key sitting beneath it smoking a pipe. He was debating the adyisability of asking the day and hour when the door of the barrel rattled and his keeper bestrred himself
 A man in uniform was admitted The turnkey placed his pipe in his chair and came to Montgomerys cell
 "Get your hat" be ordered as be unlocked the door,
 Montgomery groped about for his cloth cap, found it and stepped out of the cell.
 "Its time for the lineup" he was in- formed. "They want you upstairs"
 In charge of the uniformed man he made his way mp the winding stair way and stepped into the binding sunlight which flooded the assembly room of the detective bureau. The room was large and wainscoted high with racks of pictures-the old rogues' gallery. In the center of the room was a clump of fifteen men and three wo- men. They made up the police crop of the night before Yeggmen, bur glars. plckp0ckets. confidence men and a black brOwed Sicilian bomb thrower were included in the group. The wo- men, blowsy frowsy and insolent, were common thieves
 Montgomery was put in this herd and told tO wait there. Half a dozen uniformed policemen were doing duty as doormen.
 After a few minutes of anxious, nerve wearing delay door opened and on the threshold appeared man in the garb of a citizen, Montgomery felt the prisoners about him turning i'm one direction and he turned and looked. He saw the man in the door. There was something uncanny about his appearance, and he looked more closely. The mans face was covered with a black mask. He stepped into the room and another masked man ap- peared on the threshold.
 The prisoners in the center of the room drew closer together There was a snicker of contempt from several of them and a whispered anathema as the plain clothes men gradually began to crowd the room. Montgomery counted the first and then the second dozen and still they came, silently. and showing hideous black patches where human faces should have been.
 The detectives peered steadily at the faces and forms within the circle, studying their "peculiarlties of Habit and Action" The hunters would know their quarry again when time came to break open new leads, but the Quar-