The Washington herald., 1915-12-12
CASEY THE COP
Hov He Was Abducted and Escaped.

six feet square and over the square hole
was drawn stout wire netting. The
door of this closet opened into the room
and 1t had lock and stout bolt.
was to be locked in there. while one Of
room day and night. =
II had been pretty badly used up by
the blow. l was covered with blood ana
still bleeding and was weak and faint.
they dragged me into the closet and shut
and locked the door. I tainted away and
was in that state for an hour or two.
When I came back to the world. I tried
The counterfeiters had got me dead to
rights and there didn't seem to be one
chance In a thousand. 1t was necessary
window to see IL was guarded. I could
hear a man moving about the larger
ROOM
at was tight box for you. Mr.. Casey"
mo man viii ever be in . tighter one. >.
he replied. MY son. do you know what
II is to want water? Do you know what
it is to want food? Do you know what II
Well / suffered them all for three days
and 1 was out of my mind q good part
of the time. / did not stand on my rect
interval I lay next to q brick wall and
II was that wall which seemed to be as
sound as ever any laid by a mason, which
proved my salvation. 1t was a ten-inch
they used mud for plaster in order to
make a little more graft.
"One night about midnight, when l lay
in a stupor and knew that my end would
hand reached through a hole in this wall
and was laid on my face. 1t was a shock
to rouse me up, but was not very clear
headed. i grabbed at the hand and knew
that IL belonged to a woman and heard
a voice whisper:
Make no noise, Keep very quiet!
We shall get you out"
And I heard the bricks being with
drawn from the wall. and by and by.
when the hole was large enough, hands
reached through and gave me a pull.
There was a man and woman on the
other side. and the other side was a
large room without any furniture In
it. I am not. and never will be. exactly
clear as what followed. / remember OF
being helped down two or three pairs
of stairs and then walked or. rather.
street. Then I was put into a carriage.
driven for a mile or two, and lifted out
and laid down on the sidewalk. l didn
even hear the vehicle when It departed;
heard the steps OF a policeman. They
came nearer and nearer and nnally
stopped. and an officer bent over me
and exclaimed:
.Whew! Drunk a. a boiled owl,
And he thought he going to bed
in his own home! Say. you. you have
got to get out of this Up with. you
and see II you can stand on your feet.
Nebbe the bar-keep gave you knock
out drops""
He lifted me up" said Officer Casey.
but sank down again. For wonder
jured 1t was in the days before the
patrol wagon. and he routed out an ex-
pressman from somewhere and had me
loaded in and conveyed to his station.
as the drunkest man he had seen in
Ave years. It was whom they carried
me in and were about to deposit me in
that / was but little better than a
dead man.
"Of course. the surgeon was called
and after he had done his work 1 was
later before 1 could tell my story and
two weeks later before I could leave
the hospital. My story didn't amount
to much in the way of furnishing any
il was the work of the friends Of the
who had gone to prison.
They had had plenty of time to get
away and had taken ADVANTAGE or IT.
the Commissioner granted me a
leave Of absence and I used
every day of the time hunting for the
place had ,n been taken to f,r,e by sD.nt sns
in vain. l don't believe that twenty !
detectives could have found II. So. my |
son. am without satisfaction yet" !
But about those who helped you to I
.scape?" was asked. /
st am Just as much in the dark as you |
are" was the reply. They were no
friends of the counterfeiters and that
was plain: but as for coming forward I
10 the police and giving their identity |
away they Were not the people to do it. |
they extended their aid out of
pity and perhaps 1t was to revenge on
the counterfeiters. ! don't know and
never shall I got out of a bad scrape in
a comparatively easy manner and I am
not puzzling my brains and having head
aches over II. Once in awhile. when
speculate about II. I call myself fool
for being taken in as I was but there is
the consolation of knowing that ninety
nine patrolmen out of 100 would have
made Just as big a fool of himself as
lid. That's all. nv SON. Come here un-
der the light and I will take of my he'll
met and show you the finest old scalp
wound of a scar you ever saw in your
life"