6 la a SYNOPSIS. Hi i\* rrl Jeffries, banker's son, under tli • :1 Influence of Hubert Cnderwood, « fell. -student at Yale, leads n life of dissipation, marries the duughter of a nibler who died in prison, and Is dis owned by his father. He tries to get work and fails. A former college chum makes H baslne:.* proposition to Howard which requires $:,(*«) cash, and Howard Is broke. Robert t'nd( rwood, who bus been re fills' d by Howard's wife, Annie, in his college days, and had once been engaged to Alicia. Howard's stepmother, lias cpartments at the Astruria. Howard de cides to ask Underwood for the JL'.IKK) he needs. Underwood, taking advantage of his intimacy with Mrs. Jeffries, Sr., be comes a sort of social highwayman. Dis covering his true character she denies him the bouse. Alicia receives a note from Underwood, 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 I nderwood for 12,000 and is told by the latter 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 draws a screen around the drunken sleeper. Alicia enters. She demands a promise from him that he will not take his life, pointing to the disgrace that would attach to herself. Underwood re fuses to promise unless she will renew lu-r 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 sing his predicament he attempts to (lee and is met by Underwood's valet. How ard is turned over to the police. CHAPTER IX.—Continued. "Hut what's the good of sitting here in this death house?" protested How ard. "Take me to the station if I must go. It's intolerable to sit any longer here." The captain beckoned to Maloney. "Not so fast, young man. Before we goto the station we want to ask jou a few questions. Don't we, Ma loney?" The sergeant came over, and the captain whispered something in his ear. Howard shivered. Suddenly turning to his prisoner, the captain shouted in the stern tone of com mand: "Get up!" Howard did as he was ordered. He felt he must. There was no resisting that powerful brute's tone of authori ty. Pointing to the other side of the table, the captain went on: "Stand over there where I can look at you!" The two men now faced each other, the small table alone separating them. The powerful electrolier over head cast its light full on How ard's haggard face and on the cap tain's scowling features. Suddenly Maloney turned off every electric light except the lights in the elect rolier, the glare of which was inten sified by the surrounding darkness. The rest of the room was in shadow. One saw only these two figures standing vividly out in the strong light—the white-faced prisoner and his stalwart inquisitor. In the dark background stood Policeman Delaney. Close at hand was Maloney taking notes. "You did it, and you know you did it!" thundered the captain, fixing his eyes on his trembling victim. "I did not do it," replied Howard slowly and firmly, returning the police man's stare. 'You're lying!" shouted the captain. "I'm not lying," replied Howard calmly. The captain glared at him for a moment and then suddenly tried new tactics. "Why did you come here?" he de manded. "I came to borrow money." "Did you get it?" "No —he said he couldn't give it to me " 'Then you killed him." "1 did not kill him," replied Howard positively. Thus the searching examination went on, mercilessly, tirelessly. The same questions, the same answers, the same accusations, the same denials, hour after hour. The captain was tired, but being a giant in physique, ho could stand it. He knew that his victim could not. It was only a ques tion of time when the hitter's resist ance would be weakened. Then he would stop lying and tell the truth. That's all he wanted —the truth. "You shot him!" "I did not." "You're lying!" "I'm not lying—it's the truth." So it went on, hour after hour, re lentlessly. pitilessly, while the patient Maloney, in the obscure background, took notes. CHAPTER X. The clock ticked on, and still the merciless browbeating went on. They had been at it now five long, weary hours Through tht blinds the gray daylight ouh-id> was creeping its way In All the policemen were exhaust ed. The pi i-oner was on the verge of col la pile Maloney and Patrolman Delaney were dozing on chairs, but Capt. Clinton, a marvel of iron will Hnd pby ical strength, never relaxed fui UK-int-nt Not allowing himself ►•!) 0| BliuW > of lutlgU'), !<G MAEIOBA'DWE (DC iRfIEPGSdDTOiQTOM HDFB THIRD DEGREE KLEIN Y Arthur 0 hornblow Y IL LUST RATI ON $ BY RAY WALTERS COPYRIGHT, 1900, BY G.W DILLINGHAM COMPANY Hp kept pounding tho unhappy youth with searching questions. By this time Howard's condition was pitiable to witness. His face was white as death. Ills trembling lips could hardly articulate. It was with the greatest difficulty that he kept on his feet. Every moment he seemed about to fall. At times he clutched the table nervously, for fear he would stumble. Several times, through sheer exhaustion, he sat, down. The act was almost involuntary. Nature was giv ing way. "I can't stand any more," he mur mured. "What's the good of all these questions? I tell you I didn't do it." He sank helplessly onto a chair. His eyes rolled in his head. He looked as if he would faint. "Stand up!" thundered the captain angrily. Howard obeyed mechanically, al though he reeled in the effort. To steady himself, he caught hold of the table. His strength was fast ebbing. He was losing his power to resist. The captain saw he was weakening, and he smiled with satisfaction. He'd soon get a confession out of him. Sud denly bending forward, so that his fierce, determined stare glared right into Howard's half closed eyes, he shouted: "You did it and you know you did!" "No—l—" replied Howard weakly. "These repeated denials are use less!" shouted-the captain. "There's mm m "Why Did You Come Here?" already enough evidence to send you to the chair!" Howard shook his head helplessly. Weakly he replied: "This constant questioning Is ma king me dizzy. Good God! What's the use of questioning me and ques tioning me? 1 know nothing about it." "Why did you come here?" thun dered the captain. "I've told you over and over again. We're old friends. I came to borrow money. He owed me a few hundred dollars when we were at college to gether, and I tried to get it. I've told you so many times. You won't be lieve me. My brain is tired. I'm thor oughly exhausted. Please let me go. My poor wife won't know what's the matter." "Never mind about your wife," growled the captain. "We've sent for her. How much did you try to bor row?" Howard was silent a moment, as if racking his brain, trying to remem ber. "A thousand —two thousand. I for get. 1 think one thousand." "Did he say he'd lend you the mon ey?" demanded the inquisitor. "No," replied the prisoner, with hesi tation. He couldn't-—he —poor chap— he —" "Ah!" snapped the captain. "He re fused—that led to words. There was a quarrel, and —" Suddenly leaning forward until his face almost touched Howard's, he hissed rather than spoke: "You shot him!" Howard gave an involuntary step backward, as If he realized the trap being laid for him. "No, no!" he cried. Quickly following up his advantage, ('apt Clinton .shouted dramatically: "You He! He was found on the floor In this room -dead. You were trying t<: get out of the house with CAMERON COUNTY PRKSS. THURSDAY, APRIL 13, 1911. out being seen. You hadn't eVpn stopped to wash the blood off your hands. All you fellers make mistakes. You relied on getting away unseen. You never stopped to think that the blood on your hands would betray you." Gruffly he added: "Now, coine, what's tho use of wasting all this time? It won't go so hard with you if you own up. You killed Robert Underwood!" Howard shook his head. There was a pathetic expression of helplessness on his face. "I didn't kill him," he faltered. "I was asleep on that sofa. I woke up. It was dark. I went out. I wanted to get home. My wife was waiting for me." "Now I've caught you lying," inter rupted the captain quickly. "You told the coroner you saw the dead man and feared you would be suspected of his murder, .and so tried to get away un seen." Turning to his men, he added: "How is that, Maloney? Did the pris oner say that?" The sergeant consulted his back notes, and replied: "Yes, Cap", that's what he said." Suddenly Capt. Clinton drew from his hip pocket the revolver which he had lound on the floor near the dead man's body. The supreme test was about to be made. The wily police capt:;in would now play his trump card. It was not without reason that his enemies charged him with employ- ing unlawful methods in conducting his inquisitorial examinations. "Stop your lying!" he said fierce ly. "Tell the truth, or we'll keep you here until you do. The motive is clear. You came for money. You were refused, and you did the trick." Suddenly producing the revolver, and holding it well under the light, so that the rays from the electrolier fell directly on its highly polished surface, he shouted: "Howard Jeffries, you shot Robert Underwood, and you shot him with this pistol!" Howard gazed at the shining sur face of the metal as if fascinated. He spoke not a word, but his eyes be came riveted on the weapon until bis face assumed a vacant stare. From the scientific standpoint, the act of hypnotism had been accomplished. In his nervous and overfatigued state, added to his susceptibility to quick hypnosis, he was now directly under the influence of Capt. Clinton's stronger will. Ho was completely re ceptive. The past seemed all a blur on his mind. He saw the flash of steel and the police captain's angry, determined-looking face. He felt he was powerless to resist that will any longer. He stepped back and gave a shudder, averting his eyes from the blinding steel. Capt. Clinton quickly followed up his advantage: "You committed this crime, Howard Jeffries!" he shouted, fixing him with a stare. To his subordinate he shouted: "Didn't he, Maloney?" "lie killed him all right," echoed Maloney. Ills eyes still fixed on those of Ills victim, and npproaching his face close to his, the captain shouted: "You did it, Jeffries! Come on, own up! Let's have the truth! You shot , Kobert Underwood with this revolver. I You did it, and you can't deny It! You know you can't deny it! Speak!" h« thundered. "You did It!" Howard, his eyes still fixed on the shining plstix, repented, as If recit ing a lesson: "I did it!" Quickly Capt. Clinton signaled to Mnloney to approach nearer with his note-book. The detective sergeant took his place immediately back of Howard. The captain turned to bis prisoner: "You shot Robert Underwood!" "I shot Robert Underwood," re peated Howard mechanically. "You quarreled!" "We quarreled." "You came here for money!" "I came here for money." "He refused to give it to you!" "He refused to give it to me." "There was a quarrel!" "There was a quarrel." "You drew that pistol!" "I drew that pistol." "And shot him!" "And shot him." Capt. Clinton smiled triumphantly. "That's all," he said. Howard collapsed into a chair. His head dropped forward on his breast, as if he. were asleep. Capt. Clinton yawned and looked at his watch. Turning to Maloney, he said with a chuckle: "By George; it's taken five hours to get it out of him!" Maloney turned out the electric lights and went to pull up the window shades, letting the bright daylight stream into the room. Suddenly there was a ring at the front door. Officer Delaney opened, and Dr. Bern stein entered. Advancing into the room, he shook hands with the cap tain. "I'm sorry I couldn't come before, captain. I was out when I got the call. Where's the body?" The captain pointed to the inner room. "In there." After glancing curiously at How ard, the doctor disappeared into the inner room. Capt. Clinton turned to Maloney. "Well, Maloney, I guess our work is done here. We want to get the prisoner over to the station, then make out a charge of murder, and prepare tli*e full confession to submit to the\magistrate. Have everything ready bV o'clock. Meantime, I'll go down\and "see the newspaper boys. I guess tVere's\a bunch of them down there. Oft course, it's too late for the morning pVipers, but it's a bully good story for the afternoon editions. De laney, you're responsible for the pris oner. Better handcuff him." The patrolman was just putting the manacles on Howard's wrists when Dr. Bernstein re-entered from the in ner room. The captain turned. "Well, have you seen your man?" he asked. The doctor nodded. "Found a bullet wound in his head," he said. "Flesh all burned —must have been pretty close range. It might have been a case of suicide." Capt. Clinton frowned. He didn't like suggestions of that kind after a confession which had cost him five hours' work to procure. "Suicide?" he sneered. "Say, doc tor, did you happen to notice what side of the head the wound was on?" Dr. Bernstein reflected a moment. "Ah, yes. Now I come to think of it, it was the left side." "Precisely," sneered the captain. "I never heard of a suicide shooting him self in the left temple. Don't worry, doctor, it's murder, all right." Point ing with a jerk of his finger toward Howard, he added: "And we've got the man who did the job." Officer Delaney approached his chief and spoke to him in a low tone. The captain frowned and looked toward his prisoner. Then, turning toward the officer, he said: "Is the wife downstairs?" The officer nodded. "Yes, sir; they just telephoned." "Then let her come up," said the captain. "She may know something." Delaney returned to the telephone and Dr. Bernstein turned to the cap tain: "Say what you will, captain, I'm not at all sure that Underwood did not do this himself." "Ain't you? Well, I am," replied the captain with a sneer. Pointing again to Howard, he said: "This man has just confessed to the shooting." 1 At that moment the front door opened and Annie Jeffries came in es corted by an officer. She was pale and frightened, and looked timidly at the group of strange and serious-look ing men present. Then her eyes went round the room in search of her hus band. She saw him seemingly asleep in an armchair, his wrists manacled in front of him. With a fright ened exclamation she sprang forward, but Officer Delaney intercepted her. Capt. Clinton turned around angrily at the interruption. "Keep the woman quiet till she's wanted!" he growled. (TO 810 CONTINUED.) 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