Bisbee daily review., 1914-09-30


 "He was only a boy as I remember him." suggested the Inspector, "and somehow he impressed me as truthful. although the evidence convicted him of the crime"
 There's lots of boy wonders among the crooks replied the detective. There's the Boston Kid. Little Jimmie Moran. Baby Bernstein and a whole raft of them that's just out of short pants"
 Well, everything is pretty quiet now" said the inspector, "and we might just as well spend a little time on the Montgomery escape. Do you think you can find himI"
 "l gotta good start on the job" Kearney replied. We got his record. He can grow whiskers, change his name and hide where he wants to, but if | ever get the print Of one of his fingers and check up on it he comes back to Mulberry street with me"
 It is only part of an hours jour rey from the Grand Central station, in Forty-second street, to the prison village of Ossiuing
 Detective Lieutenant Michael Rear ney presented himself fin the warden's office at Sing Sing at 10:3O o'clock the morning after the escape ot convict No. GOlOS
 He showed his authority to the warden and said abruptly. We put him in here for life, and we want to get him back here and keep him here"
 The warden flushed. but controlled his anger
 Well, this isn't exactly the place to hunt for No. GO1OS," said be- He left here about n o'clock last night"
 Did he have any help from the out sidey' asked Kearney.
 None that we know of. He man. aged to slip out in a box with lor of machinery"
 Did he get any inside hepT
 None that we know Of"
 "Did he have cellmateY
 He did"
 "rd like to talk with him."
 In few minutes the great hulk oe Bill Hawkins showed in the door Of the office
 Kearney had taken chair with his back to d window filled with sunlight
 The old convict saw him. but could not make out his features because of the glare in his eyes, He seused the human bloodhound in him, however He recognized the big feet and droopy form of the plain clothes man and was fully acquainted with the old trick of sitting with the back to the light
 Bill nodded to the warden
 "Hello. Bill" was Kearney's greet. ing. The detective had recognized him as an old offender.
 Bill turned Co him and walked so that the light would not be directly in his eyes From a better position he studied the detectives face a moment ''The detective here would like to ask you some questions" said the warden.
 How much more time you got to serve, Bill| asked Kearney.
 'Ten years and then some," was the answer.
 Marks against yOuY'
 The old burglar hesitated.
 "He ain't got no stripes on his arm. warden" said Kearney. Would you mind finding out what the prison charges were against him?"
 The deputy warden furnished the record. It showed that on his own confession he had been found guilty Of planning to escape and had suf- fered the addition of more than two years extra time to his sentence. A suit of clothes had been found m his cell. the report of the conviction re- lated
 You got the suit stl warden" ask ed Kearney.
 "Yes."
 The deputy was sent for it.
 '"Try on the coat. Bill, ordered Rear ney when the clothes were brought him.
 Bill, a smothered volcano of anath- emas. did as he was instructed The sleeves of the coat reached barely be- yond the elbows of his gorilla-like arms, and so light was 1t that buttons and buttonholes were a good six inch es apart
 You didn't expect to escape in thatT asked Eearney.
 The convict Ignored the question.
 "You made 1t for your cell mate who did escape" the detective said sharply
 What are you kicking abouti' de mauded Bill, his sunken eyes flashing hate as he spoke "Ain't l taking the extra ume3'
 "But you don't have Co. Bill," coaxed Kearney. "You can get that time talk en of and then some of the original sentence. too, 1T you will help us out" The bribe was offered.
 Bin sneered and looked to the warden as if in supplication that Kearney be kicked from the room.
 The warden had no sympathy with the claso of work bis detective visitor was indulglng in. He made a motion with his hand to the convict, sign to him to control himself.
 Nothing doing," said the old bur srIar fO K carney