Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1916-05-04
MONTE CRISPEN
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days ago our branch Office in Cbicae,
wired east that poor Lumely was dom
for. His body had been fshed out of tbe
drainage canal. 20 miles south Of the
But what prompted YOU to accuse ss
of his murder?" interrupted the younr
prosecutor.
"A long shot in the dark" said the
Government agent, "and 1t rang the bulls
eye. See here. whatever was he doing
with this passport and these newsnaneT
clippings in his pocket?"
w tossed a formidable-loolting docu-
| ment and some recent cuttings from Chi
| cago newspapers upon the prosecutors 9
I desk. The clippings related the finding
OF an unknown body in the drainage
canal there being no marks of violence
| on the corpse. and said that no one had
called at the Morgue to make an denti-
| fcation.
| Ihe Government agent explained tina
| ms western associates had purposely left
bumleys body unrecognized hoping to
lure to the marble slabs and damp chill
OF the Morgue an intrepid member of the
SlBNaN Gang. No one had come and the
mah-trap remained empty of its prey
81 am satisfied sentence of death went
out against Lumley the day he went before
the Grand Jury for us and gave testi-
| mony against Hochmeister," said Agent
w. He continued
"SiNty.eight clearly belongs to the gun.
man type of Europe such character a g
one might find in the East End of London.
La Nillette section of Paris or the slums
of Brussels, Berlin or Vienna. A rather
ordinary criminal! Powerful? Yes.
Brains? No. lie Is just the sort of
scoundrel to have been commissioned for
the task of tossing Lumley into the Chi
cago River from a bridge. a man to
carry out detail in a crime plan but
one without the cunning to devise the
scheme. His head packs too hard to his
shoulders, straight up at the back These
observations plus the contents of his
pocket were my reasons for the murder
accusation, gentlemen"
How did you know he was the man
who stuffed the gear-box of the automo-
bile with emery, and later telephoned his
so doing to Lumley at the Exchange?"
asked Andrews.
Because his agitation when you step.
ped into the light betrayed that he had
seen you before" said w. He was in the
crowd at the gate when you and Crispen
arrived at the iron works I believe in
telepathy, the thought transference of the
contents of weak minds to their mental
masters, creek emptying into river
When 6S recognized you, that instant his
mind registered fear and clicked the scene
at the iron works. got his brain waves
and the rest was easy"
Trying to make out Andrews and I
have dry rot gray matter. eh?" bantered
the young prosecutor. I'VE got no psychic
message from the prisoner"
"As lawyers your minds are highly de-
veloped notwithstanding engines" said
w. with persistence. while | only pos
sess powerful receiving station. Been
years perfecting it,"
II daresay you're right" commented
Andrews dryly. TOO bad Mr.. Crspen
missed your pyrotechnics with his pris-
oner. Come to think of it, John Mont. !
gomery must have had Broadway in mind /
when he had me draw up the will that has |
his nephew in Philadelphia All! |
Well, here we have situation that seems |
TO be a tale of three great American |
cities. Sixty-eight-bah That is not a !
name. He must have another"
AT any rate, here is a clue to a proper
nonicker for him." remarked the bright !
Young prosecutor picking up the passport
eft on his desk. He began to examine !
/ carefully.
At 10 o'clock the next morning "ss, the