The Washington herald., 1919-02-02


Drew eyed this last with furrowed
brow. He pocketed it finally and
studied the cartridges
twenty-five. cupronickle. center
hre,' he announced with a hard
smile. That forges another chain.
| We're getting there. He was loaded
for something. Delaney"
"S re and he was. Look at those
handouts. chief I made them tight
as could"
Drew handed up the cartridges and
fuses and ratified the cuffs. The pr1s-
oner protested by turning partly over.
His eye-lids nuttered and opened full
upon Doris- She shrank back be-
tween the curtains. Her hands went
up to her face in voiceless fear
please keep away" said Drew
This man is always dangerous.
want to trim his claws before 1 take
any chances with him. Delaney" he
added. get my overcoat and bring
me those plaster casts This case
grows interesting. ! wonder who the
fellow Is? Albert Jones' doesn't con-
vey much. He is friend and tool
OF Morphy. Poor Morphy! wonder
what he'll say when the governor
gets this evidence? He's buried now
for twenty long years OF penal serv-
ice. He picked a good tool. though.
A smart man.
Theprisoner did not brighten TO any
extent under the professional nattery.
His eyes closed. The cuffed wrists
dropped down upon his chest He
breathed slowly as Drew took the
overcoat Delaney brought, and found
the photos Of the finger prints which
Fosdick and the expert at headquar-
te-s rad both declared were not on
record.
a little ink" Drew said to the op-
erative. We'll smear this fellows
thumb and see il his print answers to
the print / found in the booth al
Grand Central I'll venture that It
does"
Nichols extended a fountain pen
which the detective opened. spongei
on the corner Of handkerchief, and
returned with a chuckle OF satisfac-
ton.
All" he said. gripping the prisS
oners hand and smearing a thumb
J with a rolling motion across the back
Of the print. 'Ah, Delaney, see here.
The same whorls and loops The
same tiny V-shaped scar One, two.
: three-center right This is the man.
J We have him deeper in toward the
} place with the little green door. He
knows what / mean"
I The prisoners lips closed to a thin.
hard line. A tiny spot Of hectic FIRE
burned in the center Of each cheek as
Drew completed the searching and
rose
Foot prints, now" he said with a
snappy order. Compare those plaster
casts you took at the junction box
ha rE NJ L.
same? There's a series Of four screw
holes in his rubber heels. Delaney.
Do they compare with the casts.
Measure them
Sure and they do" said the big
operative, rising and pointing TO the
small projections. This lad. chief.
was the only one around that juno
ton box till after the snow froze and
drifted over. That's my idea. chief.
1t caught him, didn't it, chief?'
Every little helps to forge the
chain" Drew said. He's in bad now.
His only chance is 10 tell US what
he knows about Morphy? What was
, said over the telephone wire? What
did Frick say?''
1t was this way. chief" Delaney
said. I'm waiting talking with the
drug clerk when there's a ring on the
slot booth phone. It's Jack Nefe a,
GramerCy Hill. He says to me that
FTck had just 'phoned and said tha,
Morphy had come out of the guard
room, looked around. then. after
Ginning with a keeper at the front
gate. he had started going over a
telephone book for a number. Nefe
said for me TO hold the wire Then
l gets a number. chief Its Gramercy
booth in the new Broadway subway
at Forty-first street. ! piles into a
cab and arrives there Just as this
fellow had finished boring a hole be-
tween the two booths-llG7S and
1879. waits behind slot ma
! chine. Some one rang up when hc
coupled the wires. listens. then asks
Gramercy Hin central for this phone
here in Miss Stockbridge's room. YoJ
see the game. chief"
Go on said Drew. BE very
E clear"
This fellow was connecting Morphy
at State prison with this hous,
through the two slot booths.
sneaked up and waited for him tc
finish. He's busy with a pair ot
pliers. ! falls on him like a ton OF
bricks. Then after ] get the cuffs
on. I listen in. It's MorThy ROARING
there. with that big bull voice Of his
' He's mad cause he gets no answer
He shouts over and over. chief-'Bert
Bert! Bert, Is it planted i'm hcl
room. Is it there Delaney paused
and stared about the sitting room.
What does he mean. chief?" hc
asked huskily. What is that it 3''
Go on" said Drew terseIv.
Il got Morphy off the wire. chief
l got Frick and then Frick got the
warden He's good fellow. He
listened TO me. then he calls some
guards and they drag Morphy through
the prison and down to the coolers. ]
guess they're down in the ground
somewhere. Anyway. chief. he's
gone for Eood-unIess they send him
to the chair for his part in the muir
der Of StockbridEe."
Hell go, What want to know
now. Delaney. is this fellows right
name. Morphy said Bert" eh7"
sure he did. chief. Bert, Bert!
Bert" That's close to Albert. Albert
Jones. likes in the letter"
NO! That would be a throw-off
He's some other kind Of a Bert. Let
me see his cap"
Delaney picked the prisoners cap
from the rug and passed it over 10
Drew. The detective examined It,
ripped the silk, and looked under the
lining. He straightened and handed
it to Harry Nichols.
Can you make that name out?" he
asked Your eyes are younger than
mine Perhaps Miss Stocllbridge can
read It. It's Spanish. I think. 'Gusfa'
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