Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1916-12-01

in the bottle to kill man. she said. Il toc
him there was, and asked him why he wanted to
know oh / might want to take some if things
don't go right with me- he replied, laughing, and
/ thought that he was merely joking in grim
way"
is that bottle still in your possession?" asked
the detective.
1T u.s." said Mrs. Kane. "At least, have noE
used the drug and it must be there"
ssWhere?"
"On the shelf in the bathroom"
Turning to Dominck Reilly, the detective
asked him to look for the bottle
GeidePs face showed the first signs of alarm.
Here's the bottle" said Reilly "but it's
empty!"
81 thought you said you hadn't used it," said
Dougherty to Mrs. Kane, sharply.
The bellboy's eyes started from their sockets
He had believed the bottle destroyed or lost. He
sank in his chair McGrane did not return the
glance of inquiry is-friend shot toward him. How
much did the detectives know? Geidel looked first
at one face then another. The reddish glow on
Mrs Kanes features showed the anguish she was
in Paul knew she was fond of him. She must
be suffering so because she had been obliged to
tell all she knew about the chloroform. Nc
Cranes features were stolid Geidel knew what
he had told his friend, and to him this meant
that the friend had betrayed him.
Reilly handed the bottle, not to Mrs. Kane, but
to Paul Geidel His tongue Glove to the roof of
his mouth-he tried to speak, but could not
$50 that's where you got the drug to kill Jack
son WITH is it" queried Dougherty. "You are
under arrest"
Every glance, every movement of the prisoner
told of his guilt, yet he did not speak. The de-
tectives did not press him with questions. Dough-
erty was content to let the setting he had ar
ranged-the silent third degree-work his
mind.
Reilly took back the bottle which Geidel had
been examining with the horror he would have
shown had deadly adder been placed, wriggling,
in his hands.
They took him to police headquarters. All the
way downtown Geidel was living again the scene
in the little room, lit by the reddish CLEAN from
the lamp. A score of times he lived again that
moment when the detective, with horrible dra-
matte force, had stepped out of the bathroom, in
his hand that bottle which the youth had forgot
ten to Destroy
Before he was sent to his cell Geidel said to
Reilly: 81 did it. Can they hang me for this?"
Geidel was convicted
"Abe" Rueff's Experience.
An early form of the silent third degree, in that
no questions were asked, was practiced on ABE"
Rueff the San Francisco political boss, who was
convicted of graft. i
Rueff was in prison awaiting trial. William j.
Burns was handling the and was making
every effort to wiring confession from the
prisoner.
There was a keeper in the prison named Nc
Carthy, who was on duty near Rueff's cell. Burns
discontinued his calls and instructed this man
to Waken Rueff every night at two o'clock sharp
This Mccarthy did by banging on the wall with
heavy stool. Rueff, the first few nights, did not
pay much attention to the disturbance, merely
turning over and going to sleep again. At last
it got on his nerves. He would jump off his cot
at the first sound and demand, what was that?'
Mccarthy would make no reply, and Rueff
would run to the barred door of his cell and
look out, to see the keeper apparently asleep.
Sometimes he would waken the keeper and
say "Didn't you hear anythng?"
"Not sound" Mccarthy would answer.
This formula was gone through night after
night until on enc occasion Rueff leaped from bed
to find Mccarthy wide awake.
Didn't you hear anything at ala" asked the
prisoner.
"Nothin' but you talkin in your Sleep" said
Mccarthy.
"What was I talking about?" said Ruef
alarmed.
."The graft cases. said Mccarthy
"NIy heavens!" cried Rueff. Gam going crazy?
NY mind must be getting unsettled. / want to
see Burns tomorrow
Next day the detective called the prisoner
Rueff tried to bring up the graft cases. but Burns
turned to other subjects until at last Rueff
broke down and half shouted Look here Burns
you've got to listen to this! It's my confession !"