Alma record. (Alma, Mich.) 1878-1928, 1915-04-22
CONTINUED from last week }


Mn outside. had heard the old man
On mot, Ranscombe wanted to die in har'
, Aid. r He was old. but he knew his job
structedad plenty of virility.
Fights g new commissioner was entirely
lthacjlitical appointee. The lid had
been kept on New York little too
long and the gamblers and others who
made their fortunes by violating the
law had squeezed down on the mayor
An election was at hand. and the may
or had TO obey or retire TO private life
for the rest of his days.
The scowl that had frightened many
crooked detective lay heavily on his
forehead. and i'm his eyes. as Rams
combe selected his personal papers
from those that were departmental.
was CLINT of bitter protest.
There was "a tap nj the door.
"Who is it? What d'yuh wantT he
growed angrily.
Kearney showed his face in the door
ytimidly.
"Come in, bossf" be asked
Ranscombe nodded and returned 10
his desk.
II found him, boss" began kearney.
Found whs?" snapped the inspec-
tor. Get il out of your system and
beat it,"
"Jim Montgomery, who escaped from
Sing Sing" explained Kearney. twist
ing felt hat nervously in his hands.
The inspector looked up in surprise.
Jim Montgomery he repeated. as
he reached for a telegram on his desk.
Eyes. sir, but didn't bring him back
with me-"
"Oh. you didn't? That was consider
ate. | guess you found out that we
had the wrong man in STIR chr
mo. sir 1t wasn't that. | found that
\ he was on the level all these years. He
\ was Just married, and he changed his
measurements so that all | could get
e 10 prove he was the man was his finger
prints. When | tried TO get them from
him he stuck his hands in some ma
chinery and
~ What
The inspector half rose from his
chair. His heavy jaws came together
with snap
Yes. sir He'd made a good name,
and rather than disgrace II and his
wife and the people he lived among
"D'yuh mean to say that you let him
make that sacri6ceT
The inspector face was splotched
with the purple of mighty wrath
II didn't know he was going TO do
II. boss" Kearney replied in choking
voice. I'D "a thrown down my job
before Id a stood for that"
Ranscombe brought his right fist
down on his desk and shot out his low.
er Jaw as be stared at Kearney.
you bloodhound he half screa med.
Kearney sat down In chair beside
the desk and half covered his face with
his big. red paws.
Boss" he groaned, Montgomery
was the kind OF man who would be
crucifed for those he loved"
"How did you trail himT'
II went to his home town and found
that his mother was dead" explained
the man hunter. II looked up the
cemetery and found that the keeper
was being paid for caring for the
grave. I traced the letters inclosini
the money and found that the SON
Didn't you have heart enough o.
brains enough to stopY
when J reached, him | wapted {,
stop. J, wanted to stop. boss But yo'
trsised me never to let up"
r, ~Ranscombe kicked back his chat
and paced the room. holding in hi
hands the telegram he had taken frou
his desk. He shuddered when be paus
ed before his sleuth whom he haC
trained so well.
READ that" he said. handing hin
the telegram
Kearney scratched his head as h
read the words OF this message:
Tucson. Arizona.
Ranscombe, Chief Detectives, New York
Harry CUTLER. old yegg, dying here O
consumption, confesses murder Of True
blood. bank Waterman. New York, eleve
years ago. Ex-convict named Hawkin
found him In bad lands and brought hir
IN ALSOP. Chief.
The inspector had gone TO a window
and was staring out OF it abstractedly
Kearney read the telegram a secon,
and then a third time. He looked NJ
at the broad back OF his chief. places
the telegram on his desk and move,
gfngerly from the room. He did no
lift his eyes or speak a word as b
passed Jimmy Dunn. perched roun'
and cherub-like on a chair at the bi
desk of the assembly room. His travel
ing bag lay outside. He picked II u
without stopping and departed iron
headquarters.
3 Kearney took a trolley to Duan
street and transferred to a horse ca
TO the farther east side
The dust and CRIME OF long trave
were still on him. In the return iron
the last lap in the long man hunt tina
had taken eleven years he had had to
many things to think over TO bottle
about wash basins and combs an
brushes. On the stoop Of the old fash
toned house in Oliver street he foun
group OF old Irish women Of tn
neigbborhood. He knew their face
and nodded TO them.
They huddled In a tighter knot o
worried humanity.