The Birmingham age-herald., 1915-07-06

 he shouted at the top of his voice: MT. Morgan. upstairsl''
 Heard Strange Voice
 The party in the breakfast room heard this strange voice. and surmised that one of the servants had become suddenly insane So the three. MT and Mrs. Nor gan and Sir Cecil Spring Rice, rushed to the central staircase which they ascend ed, Sir Cecil running eastward, while MT. and Mrs. Morgan ran westward In the room at the western end of the hall and directly above the room where the chill dren had been, MT. Morgan and his wife found an old Irish nurse and demanded to know what was the matter thinking she had made the outcry. Finding that the old woman knew nothing, they turned back to the staircase.
 At this moment Holt, who had quilted the childrens room, dashed up the stairway. On seeing MT. Morgan approaching, he yelled: Is that MT. Morgan? I've got you At the same time leyeling both pistols.
 In an instant Mrs. Morgan had slipped past her husband and throwlf herself bodily on the man. She clung to him until her husband showed her aside and himself clasped Holt around the body, pinioning both of his arms tc his sides.
 There was a desperate struggle be- tweenthe stalwart financier and his wiry and frenzied assailant Mrs. Nor gan, crowded into the background, kept trying desperately to reach one of Holts pistol hands
 As the two men swayed in their struggle Holt's right hand worked revolver slowly around to MT. Morgan s thigh. There was an explosion with the gun barrel almost against the financier's groin. A second shot fol- lowed in a moment but by this time MT. Morgan had caught Holt's right rist and deflected the weapon so that the shot passed through the fleshy up per part of the leg. Then MT. Morgan forced Holt backward until the assail ant fell with a crash flat upon his back upon the bloodstained floor with his arms extended and the financier lying directly over him.
 By some curious turn, as the two men fell the financier found himself lying on his own back directly atop Holt, who was thus pinioned to the floor The latter had lost the weapon from his right hand during the struS- gle, but still clutched the other re- volver in his left hand
 Then Mrs. Morgan and the Irish nurse cast themselves upon the floor trying to wrench the pistol from the intruders grip. Sir Cecil Spring Rice by this time had reached the scene and he, too, caught at a pistol hand SC that, although they could not re- lease the weapon. they at least made sure that it could not again be direct ed at Mir Morgan.
 Had Dynamite
 Meanwhile a muffled voice came from beneath Mir Morgan weakly cry ing: q have stick of dynamite in my pocket. Take care of it." The dyna- mite afterward was found in the pocket
 Servants then appeared in numbers and foremost among them was one who had picked up large lump of coal from scuttle as he ran up the stairs. One smashing blow on the head with the coal subdued Holt, his grip on the pistol relaxed, blood poured from his head. and he became insen- sble In few moments the servants had him trussed up with ropes
 Meanwhile MT. Morgan had struggled t. his feet bleeding profusely He walked to a telephone, called his of flee in New York.
 I've been shot through the stom- ach," he said. when answered Get the best doctor you can" Then he was induced to lie down and was undressed revealing a second wound in the les of which he had been unconscious
 Physicians were soon on the scene and after a preliminary examinations directed that search be made for the bullets. Both were found in the hall-