Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1916-05-03

of the entire country Herr Hochmeister
and his plots was only a small cog in
the wheel of a gigantic engine of ruthless
destruction
Which about explains the point of view
of an alert young assistant district at
torney at the Federal Building on lower
Broadway, New York. when the alien
quarry. overpowered In Murdoch street,
Philadelphia, was unCeremoniously pre-
cipitated into his office by August w,
of the Secret Service, and Craig Andrews
Dazed from the wild ride across Jersey.
the prisoner stupidly looked at the prose-
cutor. Federal marshals had relieved him
of Monte's gag, the silence-compelling folds
of the Princes cape, and many windings
of rope the strength of the latter showing
in great red welts round the mans huge
forearms.
Where is the judge?" he asked in
broken English, evidently under the influ-
cedure.
II am the Judge" replied the young as.
sistant, "at least so far as you are now
concerned"
In France the Napoleon Code provides
an examining judge who considers all eVi.
dence and personally interrogates the
accused before prosecution actually be-
gins. In our country we have the grand
jury to receive the preliminary evidence,
but on account Of the immunity from
prosecution that runs TO those who appear
before that body, 1t rests with district at
torneys through their assistants to per.
form the functions OF an examining judge,
When the public at large finally under
stands this wholly proper kink in Amer
ican criminal practice, many mists will
have rolled away.
Examine him Agent W." continued
the young assistant You are familiar
with the whole case. I can call an inter-
prefer IL we need one"
Turning to the Philadelphia lawyer ne
said, Glad to meet you. Mr., Andrews,
Is this prisoner the chief. the one you call
the '0rosSer-gebo :"
mo. He Is not Hochmeister."
That is really too bad. Take seat
at my desk"
Andrews moved out into the full light
of the cluster of electric lamps over the
prosecutors desk, The prisoner stared
hard at him, and then started violently,
He glanced swiftly toward the door as II
premeditating escape.
However faithfully one may write out
the incidents of an examination of this
character 1t conveys to the reader no more
idea of the scene than a photograph gives
the effect of an outdoor lanscape. One
can put down on paper the words as they
fall from the lips of the actors but one
can never adequately give expression in
language to the repressed movements, the
manner and the swift glances of hatred
and suspicion flashed out from guilty
accused.
THE game is up, 6s," beloved Agent
w, advancing toward the prisoner, his
dark, penetrating eyes never once leaving
the face of the man, He went on with
a rasping roar
You did right to start with surprise on
seeing that gentleman. We've got you dead
to rights, He will swear you are the
devil who put emery in the gear box of
the big blue automobile at Crispen, Pa,
the day the iron works were blown up"
What of it?" the prisoner replied saw.
agely, evidently taken completely off his
guard. He had either expected a much
more serious charge to be made against
him or he had decided that his presence
that day at the iron works was of no
especial consequence.
you can do nothing with me here" he
growled, that was in another State"
Without waiting for the inhuman brute
to recover from the effects of the initial
sledghammer blow w. came closer, and
shaking a clenched fist in the prisoners s
face shouted:
CONTINUED TOMORROW