The New York herald., 1921-01-06
Tells story of Murder.

utes until she had recovered her COM
posure.
Tells story of Murder.
Under questioning by Mr.. Cummings
Mrs. Mott told this story Of what hap
pened in her home ON the day or the
murder.
II was in the house that Sunday morn
ing with my two children. My husband
was asleep in the bedroom in the attic,
which he occupied on the days the chill
dren were at home. Wade, who was
mlkman. and Johnston came in the
back door about eight o'clock. both OF
them carrying milk bottles. I
'"rhey came up the stairs, through
the kitchen and into the dining room.
The children were in other rooms. Wade
took a seat in the hall and 1 stood in
the doorway, with Johnston little dis
tance away.
Wade and Johnston took their shoes
off in the back hall because they did
not want to disturb my husband, who
was a light sleeper. 1 heard the door
bell ringing and I knew 1t must be the
paper boy. 1 went to get the news
papers. leaving Wade and Johnston In
the dining room.
"As l came back up the stairs john
ston ran by me and out the back way.
He disappeared. l did not notice any
thing in his hands. but after he had
gone I found the hatchet on the ice
chest.
Gust as Johnston ran out heard
shot up stairs in the attic bedroom and
l heard my husband YELL was then
at the top of the stairs leading to the
street floor. The next thlns l saw was
Wade and my husband coming down the
stairs My husband was first WAGE
was above and behind him. hitting MN
over the head with an iron bar.
my husband saw me and yelled
Help me. Brownie Help" AS the two
men reached the landing at the foot OF
the stairs l tried to separate them, put
II was no use. Wade was beatihs
away with his iron bar and one OF
the Blows intended for my husband
struck me on the head.
At this point Mr.. Cummings asked:
did you call for help?"
mo" said Mrs. Mott. III the nelgh-
bors didn't, respond to his own call for
help I knew it wouldn't be any use TOT
me to holer. He was making more
noise than could make"
you say he called you Brownie, anu
asked you to help him?"
Called Her Pet Name.
eyes. Brownie was his pet name for
me. l couldn't do any more than was
doing, though. tried to separate them,
but couldn't / staggered into one OF
the bedrooms as my husband sank down
upon the stair landing, and waited there
until Wade came In little later
Did you see Wade stab Nott?'
mo. I just saw him with the pistol
and the iron bar"
What did Wade Say to you when he
came into the bedroom?"
~He said, Well, it's all over'"
did you help Wade bring the trunk
containing your husbands body upstairs
when Wade was trying to push it up on
his knees?"
NO" said Mrs. Mott. absolutely not"
Mrs. Mott said she and Wade talked
for an hour in the parlor of the Mott
home after the murder, and that wade
cautioned her not to say anything to
any one. She denied she cleaned up the
blood stains, and said that Wade and
Johnston came back later and removed
the trunk.
The State introduced surprise wit
ness when Mr.. Cummings called William
Rooney Of Water street. formerly a milk
pedler and a friend of Wades for sew
eral years. He testified that Wade and
Johnston and Mrs. Mott had several
times engaged him to beat Mott with a
hatchet, but that he was never able to
find the broker. He abandoned the job,
he said, when Wade told him to kill
Mott.
WADE came to me about August l."
said Rooney, "and asked me If wanted
to make a few hundred dollars. I said
sure l did. Then come with me, he
said and l went with him and we met
Mrs. Mott. He explained that / was to
beat up Mrs Motifs husband.
"'I'll take the job, told him.
Hired to Beat Mott.
1T went with Wade to the Mott home.
Mrs. Mott let us in the back door and
l went down the front stairs and waited
at the bottom. / had hatchet. I
waited from s o'clock until long after
midnight Mrs. Mott sat on a chair at
the head of the stairs. Twice / fell
asleep and she woke me up. Finally
she said TO give up waiting, for her hus-
band apparently was not coming home
that night That was on the Saturday
night n week before. the murder
II returned with Wade to the Mott
home the following night. That was
Sunday. / went In the back way and
took my place at the foot of the stairs.
What shall 1 do when Mott comes
in?' / asked Wade.
"'Kill him of coursev Wade said 10
me-
II dropped the axe then and walked
cut the door. That was going too far
for me. l would have beat a man up.
hut didn't want to kill one"