Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1928-09-30

glared around at them all as the door
was finally closed behind him-a fero-
cious figure, with red, murderous eyes.
masses of unkempt hair, unshaven and
with every appearance of having slept
in the disreputable clothes he was
wearing.
"Yous planted this on me, you buzz
Zard!" he shouted as the sergeant mo-
toned for him to be brought forward.
You always meant getting me, you
blasted tec!" he added, making a des-
perate effort to reach Brooks. You'll
get into trouble over this, though. I'm
not going to swing for nothing"
Better hold your tongue" Brooks
advised him. The sergeant will read
over the charge to you
The latter did as he was invited and
signed the sheet.
Take him to No. T." he ordered.
The man looked around. For the
moment his turbulence had departed.
Fear was in his eyes.
Look here" he said, you've brought
me in before and I've made no fuss
| about It. I knocked her out a few
months ago and I'm not denying that
I've done it before. but as for killing
her-I was never fool enough for that"
Keep your mouth shut" the sergeant
admonished. "There'll be time enough
for you to talk, if you're fool enough to
do it, when you're brought up before
the beak or at the inquest You'd bet
ter send for your lawyer, anyway.
Whom do you want? Pussy Grimes?'
YES" the man answered sullenly.
you send for Grimes and look sharp
| about it. You've planted this on me,
all OF you" he added. You wait
blast you'll"
He was led off, once more blasphem-
ing. They could hear the echoes of his
surly shouting all the way to the cells
Even Pussy Grimes" the sergeant
observed. will have to perform mir
acle this time. Eds had cunning
enough to stop before, but it was the
odd glass of whisky that did it."
RENSKIN and Brooks re-entered their
~ car and drove to the scene of the
MURDER strengthening building in a
street little south of Marylebone road.
There was a curious crowd standing
outside and policeman at the door.
rs the inspector still upstairs?"
Brooks inquired
| Still there, sir, and the doctor"
They mounted flight of stairs and
pushed open door on the first landing,
also guarded by policeman. Inside
was an ordinary lodging house sitting
room. furnished tawdrily, but more ex-
penslvely than the outside of the house
might have suggested. There were
saddle-back touches and easy chairs, a
plush carpet, thick rug, choice COL
lection of oleographs upon the wall, a
sideboard upon which were half a
dozen bottleS-and on the hearth rug
something covered with a shroud
| A doctor who had been on the point
Of departure the inspector and Brooks
talked together in a corner Benskin
strolled curiously round the room, pay
ing attention to everything except the
concealed figure. He glanced through
some illustrated papers. thrusting one
of them in his pocket. Presently
Brooks detached himself from the
others.
Nothing more doing here" he re-
marked. DO you want to look at the
body?"
Benskin shook his head. "The doc
tors evidence is clear enough, 1 sup
pose?"
Brooks nodded.
Its Eddie Higgins knife, all right"
he conf1ded. Its there now-one clean
blow. Left his pipe on the table. too
They drew the cork of fresh bottle of
WHISKY, lie WeIlC Oh, nOClOnlng TO the
! sideboard, land it's three parts empty
The landlady saw him come in and go
out and heard them scrapping. It's
the gallows for Edward Higgins this
time"
Benskin nodded indifferently. Th,re
were very few on the staff at Scotland
Yard who were ignorant of the mans
record and fewer still likely to bestow a
single sympathetic thought upon him.
! Yet there was one slight circumstance
that puzzled Benskin. 1t fingered in his
memory, hour after hour. so that later
| in the day he decided upon somewhat
unusual course. He left the Yard early
and paid call upon the advocate, COM
monty known as Pussy Grimes. The lat
ter, whose offices. were conveniently situ-
ated near Bow street station welcomed
his unexpected visitor cordially. although
with some surprise.
We'll, Mr. Benskin, sir" he said,
when one of you gentlemen comes TO
see me, I'm naturally curious about 1t.
What can l do for you?"
| Nothing very much, am afraid"
wasthe doubtful reply. i suppose ]