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SYNOPSIS.
Howard l. ffri s, banker's son, under
th • evil iull .--nee of Hubert Underwood,
«J fallow-student :it Vali', leads a life or
dissipation, marries the daughter of a
ml r who died in prison, ami is dls
nv . liy his father. Hi- trios to £et work
and 1 -s: 14. A former college ilium malus
n In; 'nc -i- proposition to Howard which
ronuiies SJ.in.o cash, ami Howard is broke.
Robert t'nderwood, who lias been re
pi:l <d by Howard's wife, Annif*. in his
ooili'),'" days, and had once been engaged
to ' licia, Howard's stepmother, has
spirt men:* at the Aatruria. Howard do
on:. s to ask Underwood for the $2,000 lie
needs. Underwood, taking advantage of
his intimacy with Mrs. Jeffries, Sr., be
comes a sort of social highwayman. Dis
covering his truo character she denios
him ttie house. Alicia receives a note from
Vridorwiiod, threatening suicide. Art
dealers for whom he has been acting as
commissioner, demand an accounting. He
cannot make good. Howard Jeffries
calls In an intoxicated condition. He asks
Underwood for $2,000 and Is told by the
lattor that he Is in debt up to his eyes.
Howard drinks himself into a maudlin
condition, and goes to sleep on a divan.
A caller is announced and Underwood
drafts a screen around the drunken
Bl'-epi»r Alicia enters. She demands a
promise from hitn that he will not take
his life, pointing to the disgrace that
would attach to herself. Underwood re
ft'.ses to promise unless she will renew
her patronage. This she refuses to do.
Underwood kills himself. The report of
the pistol awakens Howard. He stumbles
over the dead body of Underwood. Reali
zing his predicament he attempts to llee
and is met by Underwood's valet.
CHAPTER Vlll.—Continued.
Howard was at no time an athlete,
and now, contrasted with the burly
policeman, a colossus in strength, he
seemed like a puny boy. His cringing,
frightened attitude, as he looked up in
the captain's bulldog face, was pathet
ic. The crowd of bystanders could hard
ly contain their eagerness to take in
every detail of the dramatic situation.
The prisoner was sober by this time,
and thoroughly alarmed.
"What do you want me for?" he
cried. "I haven't done anything. The
man's dead, but I didn't kill him."
"Shut your mouth!" growled the
captain.
Dragging Howard after him, he
made his way to the elevator. Throw
ing his prisoner into the cage, he
turned to give orders to his subord
inate.
"Maloney, you come with me and
bring Officer Delaney." Addressing the
other men, he said: "You other fellers
look after things down here. Don't
let any of these people come upstairs."
Then, turning to the elevator boy, he
gave the command: "Up with her."
The elevator, with Its passengers,
fchot upward, stopped with a jerk at
the fourteenth floor, and the captain,
once more laying a brutal hand on
Howard, pushed him out into the cor
ridor.
If it could be said of Capt. Clinton
that he hnd any system at all, it was
to be an brutal as possible with every
t>i.'ly unlucky enough to fall into his
hands. Instead of regarding his pris
oners as innocent until found guilty,
as tiny are justly entitled to be re
garded under the law, he took the di
rectly opposite stand. He considered
nil his pri: oners as guilty as hell until
they had succeeded in proving them
selves Innocent. Even then he had
hi:t doubts. When a jury brought in
a verdict o f acquittal, he shook his
head and growled. He had the great
est contempt for a jury that would ac
quit and 'he warmest regard for a jury
which convicted. He bullied and mal
treated his prisoners because he firm
ly believed in undermining their mor
al and physical resistance. When by
depriving them of sleep and food, by
choking them, clubbing them and
frightening them he had reduced
them to a state of nervous terror, to
the border of physical collapse, he
knew by experience that they would
no longer be In condition to withstand
hu men-Herts cross-examinations. De
moralized, unstrung, they would blurt
out the truth and so convict them
selves. The ends of justice would thus
be served
t'apt. Clinton prided hlnnself on the
thorough manner in which he conduct
ed these examinations of persons un
di r arrest, it wa a laborious ordeal,
but always succesful. He owed his
present poltion on the force to the
• 1:111 with which hi bio*l.eat hi.-' pris
oners Into "confessions." With his
third degree" eance* he arrived at
r> fihi- iietter and more quickly than
in ,ii v oth-*r way. All his conviction*
hid bet n ecured by thciu. The press
and tie-Idling buaylmdl .< called his
nvtieui barbarous, a revival of the old
lime torture ehr tuber. What did h<»
ear* whu' the people said as lon* as
he convicted hU .1 m,' Wasn't that
to find the nmrde-er, an I he «IIK go
li t? to do il
M. n I <1 his way Into the apart■
ttiettl, liilliiwi-i( < r lo>e|) by Vlalon&y and
tnait till lay whore h bud fallen
IA W
TiSIRD DBGECC
ARTHUR HORNBLOW Y
ILLUSTRATIONS BY RAY WALTEfIS
OOPYKXTWT, 1909. &Y G.W. DILLINGHAM COMPANY
The Persistence of His Stare Made Howard Squirm,
for the undertaker. You can call up
headquarters so the newspaper boys
get the story."
While the sergeant went to the tele
phone to carry out these orders, Capt.
Clinton turned to look at Howard, who
had collapsed, white and trembling, in
to a chair.
"What do you want with me?" cried
Howard appealingly. "I assure you I
had nothing to do with this. My wife's
expecting me home. Can't I go?"
"Shut up!" thundered the captain.
His arms folded, his eyes sternly
fixed upon him, Capt. Clinton stood
confronting the unfortunate youth,
staring at him without saying a word.
The persistence of his stare made
Howard squirm. It was decidedly un
pleasant. He did not mind the deten
tion so much as this man's overbear
ing, bullying manner. He knew he was
innocent, therefore he had nothing to
fear. 15ut why was this police captain
staring at him so? Whichever way
he sat, whichever way his eyes turned,
he saw this bulldog-faced policeman
staring silently at him. Unknown to
him, Capt. Clinton had already begun
the dreaded police ordeal known as
the "third degree."
CHAPTER IX.
Fifteen minutes passed without a
word being spoken. There was deep
silence in the room. It was so quiet
that once could have heard a pin drop,
iiad a disinterested spectator been
there to witness it, he would have
been at once impressed by the dra
matic tableau presented—the dead
man on the floor, his white shirt front
spattered with blood, the cringing,
frightened boy crouching In the chair,
the towering figure of the police cap
tain sitting sternly eyeing his hapless
prisoner, and at the far end of the
room Detective Sergeant Maloney
busy sending hurried messages
through the telephone.
"Whut did you do It for?" thundered
the captain suddenly.
Howard's tougue clove to his palate.
He could scarcely articulate. He was
Innocent, of course, but there was
something in this man's manner which
made him fear that he might, after all,
have had somethitiK to do with the
tragedy. Vet he was positive that he
was asleep on the bed all the time.
The question Is, would anybody believe
him? He shook his head pathetically.
"I didn't do It. ileally, I didn't."
"Shut your mouth! You're lying,
•md you know you're lying Walt till
the coroner comes. We'll fix you,"
Again tin re wa. silence, and now be
Kan a long, tedious wall, both men re
ainiuK the same positions, the cap
in watching his prisoner as a eat
I watches a mouse.
Howard* mental anuulhh was al
IUOJ-I wieiidtiiable. lie thought of hi
, or wife who must he waltiiiK up for
, inm all this tlniu, wondering what had
• come of him. She would Imagine
I h' »"%i't, ami (here waa no teiling
i that »h might do If only he could
j I word to her I'erhup* »h« would
He able in evplain things. Then h
I ibought of his father Th. y had «|uai
I ti'l***!, M wiiii trti« , but ullvr'ui! Il
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CAMERON COUNTY PRESS. THURSDAY, APRIL 6, 1911
to Annie without delay. Summoning
up all his courage, he said boldly:
"You are detaining me here without
warrant In law. I know my rights. I
am the son of one of the most In
fluential men In the city."
"What's your name?" growled the
captain.
"Howard Jeffries."
"Son of Howard Jeffries, the bank
er?"
Howard nodded.
"Yes."
The captain turned to his sergeant.
"Maloney, this feller says he's the
son of Howard Jeffries, the banker."
Maloney leaned over and whispered
something In the captain's ear. The
captain smiled grimly.
"So you're a bad character, eh? Fa
ther turned you out of doors, eh?
Where's that girl you ran away with?"
Sharply he added: "You see I know
your record."
"I've done nothing I'm ashamed of,"
replied Howard calmly. "I married
the girl. She's waiting my return now.
Won't you please let me send her a
message?"
The captain eyed Howard sus
piciously for a moment, then he turned
tg his sergeant:
"Maloney, telephone this man's wife
What's the number?"
"Kighty-six Morningside."
Maloney again got busy with the
telephone and the wearying wait be
gan once more. The clock soon struck
two. For a whole hour he had been
subjected to this gruelling process,
and still the lynx-eyed captain sat
there watching his quarry.
If Capt. Clinton had begun to have
any doubts when Howard told him
who his father was, Maloney's infor
mation immediately put him at his
ease. It was all clear to him now.
The youth had never been any good.
His own father had kicked him out.
He was in desperate financial straits.
He had come to this man's rooms to
make a demand for money. Under
wood had refused and there was a
quarrel, and he shot him. There was
probably a dispute over the woman.
Ah, yes, he remembered now'. This
!?lrl he married was formerly a sweet
heart of Underwood's. Jealousy was
behind it as well. Ilestdes, wasn't he
i aught n d handed, with blood on his
hands, trying to escape from the
apartment? Oh, they had him dead
to rights, all right. Any magistrate
would hold him on such evidence.
"It's the Tombs for him, all right,
.ill right," muttered the captain to
himself; "and maybe promotion for
me."
Hudth nly there was a commotion
at the door The coroner entered,
followed by the undertaker. Tin two
melt adtunii-d quickly into the room,
and took a look at the body. Alter
making .1 liuty exumlnatloa, tlie cor
• ile r turned to C'upt. 1 lilitoii
"Well, captain. 1 gue»* li s dead,
all riKlit "
• 'Ye*, and w. ve got our man, too"
'I lie ror<uier turned iu look at the
| iiri*uHer.
1 ' < light hill) it u handed, eh * Who
ll<*ttid mum about to blurt out a rt
Mly. when iite i-aptalH thuarf«r«Nl;
'Hi 1 the grace tun of How
ir«t J> Arte*, tltc baulk r. No *•««!
< Hi# lather twiM-4 him um
of doors. There is no question about
his guilt. Look at his hands. We
caught him trying to get away."
'I lie coroner rose. He believed in
doing things promptly.
"I congratulate you, captain. Quick
work like this ought to do your repu
tation good. The community owes a
debt to the officers of the law if they
succeed in apprehending criminals
quickly. You've been getting some
pretty hard knocks lately, but i guess
you know your business."
The captain grinned broadly.
"1 guess I do. Don't we, Maloney?"
"Yes, cap.," said Maloney, quietly.
The coroner turned to go.
"Well, there's nothing more for ma
to do here. The man is dead. Let
justice take its course." Addressing
the undertaker, he said:
"You can remove the body."
The men sot about the work im
mediately. Carrying the corpse into
the inner room, they commenced the
work of laying it out.
"I suppose," said the coroner, "that
you'll take your prisoner immediately
to the station house, and before the
magistrate to-morrow morning?"
"Not just yet," grinned the captain.
"I want to put a few questions to him
first."
The coroner smiled.
"You're going to put him through
the 'third degree,' eh? Every one's
heard of your star-chamber ordeals
Are they really so dreadful?"
"Nonsense!" laughed the captain.
"We wouldn't harm a baby, would we,
Maloney?"
The sergeant quickly indorsed hiss
chief's opinion.
"No, cap."
Turning togo, the coroner said:
"Well, good-night, captain."
"Good-night, Mr. Coroner."
Howard listened to all this like one
transfixed. They seemed to be talk
ing about him. They were discussing
some frightful ordeal of which he was
to be a victim. What was this 'third
degree' they were talking about? NoW
he remembered. He had heard of in*
nocent men being bullied, maltreated,
deprived of food and sleep for days,,
in order to force them to tell what
the police were anxious to find out.
He had heard of secret assaults, of
midnight clubbings, of prisoners being
choked and brutally kicked by a gang
of ruffianly policemen, in order to
force them into some damaging ad
mission. A chill ran down his spine
as he realized hia utter helplessness.
If he could only get word to a lawyer.
Just as the coroner was disappearing
through the door, he darted forward
and laid a hand on his arm.
"Mr. Coroner, won't you listen to
me?" he exclaimed.
The coroner startled, drew back.
"I cannot interfere," he said coldly.
"Mr. Underwood was a friend of
mine," explained Howard. "I camo
here to borrow money. I fell asleep
on that sola. When I woke up he
was dead. I was frightened. I tried
to get away. That's the truth, so
help me God!"
The coroner looked at him sternly
and made no reply. No one could
ever reproach him with sympathizing
with criminals. Waving his hand at
Capt. Clinton, he said:
"Good-night, captain."
"Good-night, Mr. Coroner."
The door slammed and Capt. Clin
ton, with a twist of his powerful arm,
yanked his prisoner back into his
seat. Howard protested.
"You've got no right to treat me
like this. You exceed your powers.
I demand to be taken before a magis
trate at once."
The captain grinned, and pointed to
the clock.
"Say, young feller, see what time It
is? Two-thirty a. in. Our good mag
istrates are all comfy in their virtu
ous beds. We'll have to wait till
morning."
(TO NI: CONTINUED.)
Profitable Glass Eye.
"Nobody Is going to poke out a good
eye just for the sake of gutting a
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three times a year on business. While
thero he does a little trading in jew
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ward trip that lie turns his glaits eye
to good account In the cavity back
of It he carries two or three small but
valuable diamonds Half thu duty
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Two Irishmen occupied beds in the
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An hour later Patrick woke up
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