New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1917-02-09
Assassin Enters Home
by Ruse and De-
mandS Money
VICTIM RECEIVES
SLIGHT WOUND
r. p. Cantrell Had Said S.
Friedman, Millionaire,
Had Ruined Him

u. and Mrs. Solomon Friedman, OF
r... Ejghtieth Street, last night when
,b.v found an ambulance standing at
,h. Friedman door. AS they alighted
from their limousines the doors OF the
friedman home swung open and two
rolicemen, bearing a blanket-covered
.,rstcher. walked slowly down the
items TO the waiting conveyance. Be-
,.s,b the blanket lay Bale P. Can
,,su of PSI Eighteenth Street, Brook
lvu. president Of rsincoat manufac-
,uring company at 3 West Nineteenth
Street. dead with bullet wound IN
his head.
Inside. the guests found the hallway
crowded with detectives, and from
somewhere upstairs came the odor Oh
nowder smoke. Mrs. Friedman was
bsinr treated By her family physician,
Dr. George Meyer, for nervous shock
while Dr.. Lampe, ambulance physician
Of Flower Hospital, was dressing an
ugly. though not serious, flesh wpun6i
where q bullet had graZed the chest OF
Mr. Friedman. =
This is the story gathered by In
spector Cray and the guests from MI
and Mrs. Friedman and their servants:
Mr.. Friedman is retired cotton
broker ffty-seven wears old, and re-
puted TO be worth several million ooi-
i,rs He Is now the head of cotton
soods house 81 10 West Third Street
He was waiting in the, library on the
third floor to receive the guests "nch
the telephone bell rang shortly aiter
$3.50. The butler answered u ana
man inquired if Mr.. Friedman was at
home. When told that he was, he
said:
~This is Mr.. We'll. of Chicago. Tell
him III be right over"
Arrives with Bouquet
Ten minutes later a well dressed,
midle-aged man rang the doorbell. In
one hand he carried large bouquet OF
aowers and with the other he searched
ior his eardcase. He handed the but
Ter the flowers with instructions TO
p-esen. them to Mrs. Friedman, and
extended a card which bore the name
~Morel We'll, Chicago"
Mr. We'll is an old business asso-
eiate and friend Of the retired broker.
Mr. Friedman directed the butler TO
show the visitor upstairs. The butler
conducted him as far as the library
door and returned to admit the eH-
pected guests.
A moment later Martha Rund, a
maid. heard Mrs Friedman scream
and met her as she rushed excitedly
from the library.
~ .n
cried Mrs. Friedman.
As The maid took down the receiver
there came a shot. Then there were
four more in quick succession and, tol-
lowing a slight pause, final one
The butler, hall men and other serV-
ants rushed 70 the library while the
terrified maid called Police Headquar-
nS.
Pstrolman Joseph Vail was the hrst
70 reach the house. He was directed
10 the library. where he found the
frightened servants standing about the
body Of p man lying on the floor. A
revolver was still clutched IN the man, s
hand. There was a small wound IN his
night temple.
"Whe-e is Mr.. Friedman ?" anxiously
asked one Of the servants, beginning
10 look about the room. He was IN
here"
Vail hurriedly searched the room
bat found no one. Then his eye Tell on
closet door. Four bullet holes had
been drilled through its panels. lie
opened the door and there on the moor
sat Mr. Friedman, a crimson blotch on
his shirt front. Vail summoned an
ambulance from Flower Hospital and
the man on the hoor was pronounced
dead bv DR.. Lampe, who men turned
his attention 20 the broker 20 ma that
bis wound was not serious
Pursued for MOaths
sThat mans right name is Cantreil,
aid Mr. FRIEDMAN. Until three years
ago. when he failed. he was cotton
broker on a small scale. For some rec,
son he blamed his failure on me ana
began 20 follow me about ana can a.
ny home until l finally had to refuse
him sdmittance. ] had TO hire private
detectives 70 keep him away, ana even
then he bobbed up at my summer nome
and demanded that | give him posi-
ton. The servants had been gwen or
eers not 20 admit him, but he had
shaved OF his mustache and they dldh
recognize him
nv sNk Npe +flln lNfOutH b'fHS ."
bei's card Ss a ruse. He must have
found out that We'll vas an old frlend
q mine and had some cards engraved.
~ soon a. he got in the room he began
abusing me and accusing me OF causing
nm 70 lose money, the return Of which
ne demanded. Then he drew revolver.
mat Was when my wife screamed and
rushed from the room. He fired at me,
Dut the first bullet missed and ! darted
mo the closet and closed the door. lie
esgsn firing through the door. The first
sHilet. struck me In the chest and l
dropped 70 the floor. That was what
ssFtd ny life The others came TOO
s'za. He evidently had saved the last
bullet for himself"
me police, however, found another
revolver, fully loaded, and nearly fifty
ssftridges. In the mans possession, az
ssl a. pistol permit issued by Bsgis-
iSts AcAdoo 70 y. r. Cantre.l at the
brooklyn address. A. The police we're
saving women IN evening gowns and
snsir sseortE were still coming In, and
iShg line Of bmopsines extended along
sntieth Street and even around into
'IM Avenue.
tsntfell left several letters, one OF
sh'eh was addressed 20 his wife, at
.a.f Brooklyn home. In IL he gave
ih.'fnstion Of his plans 20 either yet
"seman's money or end his life.