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CHAPTER X.
The clock ticked on, and still the
fcerclless browbeating went on. They
had been at it now fire long, weary
hoars. Through the blinds the gray
Jayllght outblde was creeping its way
In. All the policemen were exhaust
fd. The prisoner wag on the verge of
tollapse. Maloney and Patrolman
Delaney weie dozing on chairs, but
Capt. Clinton, a marvel of iron will
nd physical strength, never relaxed
for a moment. Not allowing himself
to weaken or show signs of fatigue,
he kept pounding the unhappy youth
with searching questions.
fly this time Howard's condition was
pitiable to witness. His face was
white as death. His trembling lips
could hardly articulate. It was with
the greatest difficulty that he kept on
bis feet. Eve.y moment he seemed
about to fall. At times be clutched the
table nervously, for fear he would
(tumble. 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 on to a chair. His
ryes 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
Fteady 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, I
and he smiled with satisfaction. He'd '
toon 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 I " replied Howard weakly.
"These repeated denials are use
lens!" shouted the captain. "There's
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? I know nothing about
t."
"Why did you come here?" thun
deied 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. I think one thousand."
"Did he aay 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
fusedthat led to words. There was
go down and see The newspaper oos.
1 guess there's a bunch of them down I
j there. Of course, It's too late for the
i morning papers, but It's a bully good
story for the afternoon ed'tions. De
laney, you're responsible for the pris
oner. Hetter handcuff him."
The ratrolman was Just putting the
manacles on Howard's wrists when
Dr. Bernstein re-entered from the In
ner room. The captain turned.
"Will, 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-
tfy A i A vrtti V nnan f-sx tfr what
My wife was waiting for j M; Qf wound wm on?
Howard shook his head. There was
ft pathetic expression of helplessness
jn 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
u?e."
"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 found on the floor near the dead
man's body. The supreme test was
about to be made. The wily police
captain 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 his
face assumed a vacant stare. From
the scientific standpoint, the act of
hypnotism had been accomplished.
In his nervous and overfatlgued state,
added to his susceptibility to quick
hypnosis, he was now directly under
the influence of Capt. Clinton's
stronger will. He was completely re
ceptive. The past soemed all a blur
on his mind. He saw tne nasn or
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. Cant. Clinton quickly
followed up his advantage:
"You committed this crjme, Howard
Jeffries!" he shouted, fixing him with
a stare. To his subordinate he
shouted: "Didn't he, Maloney?"
"He, killed him all right," echoed
Maloney.
His eyes still fixed on those of his
victim, and approaching his face
close to his, the captain shouted:
"You did it, Jeffries! Come on, own
tip! Let's have the truth! You shot
71 or p n vi
"Why Did You Come Here?"
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,
Capt. Clinton shouted dramatically:
"You He! He was found on the
floor in this room dead. You were
trying to get out of the house with
out being seen. You hadn't even
topped to wash the blood oft 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 be added: "Now, come.
Robert Underwood with this revolver.
You did It, and you can't deny it! You
know you can't deny It! Speak!" he
thundered. "You did It!"
Howard, his eyes still fixed on the
shining pistol, repeated, as If recit
ing a lesson:
"I did it!"
Quickly Capt Clinton signaled to
Maloney to approach nparer with his
note-book. The detective sergeant
took his place immediately back of
Howard. The captain turned to his
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!"
"1 drew that pistol."
"And shot him!"
"And shot him."
Capt. Clinton smiled triumphantly.
"That's all." he said.
Howard collapsed into a chair. His
bead 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
j lights and went to pull up the window
shades, letting the bright daylight
stream Into the room. Suddenly
there waa 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 curlousjy 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
to the magistrate. Have everything
ready by nine o'clock. Meantime. I'll
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.
"Yea, 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 Jusi confessed to the
shooting."
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
wanted!" he growled.
Annie sat timidly on a chair in the
background and the captain turned
again to the doctor.
"What's that you were saying, doc
tor?"
"You tell me the man confessed?"
Crossing the room to where Howard
sat, Dr. Bernstein loukod closely at
him. Apparently the prisoner wa
asleep. His eyes were closed and hi
head drooped forward on his chest.
He was ghastly pale.
The cptain grinned.
Yes, sir, confessed in the pres
ence of three witnesses. Eh, ser
geajt.?"
"Yes, sir," replied Maloney.
"You heard him, too, didn't you, De
laney?"
"Yes, captain."
Squaring his huge shoulders, the
captain said with a self-satisfied
cbuckle: '.
"It took us five hours to get him to
own up, but we got it out of him at
last."
The doctor waa still busy with bis
examination.
"He seems to be asleep. Worn out,
I guess. Five hours, yes that's your
method, captain." Shaking his head,
he went on: "I don't believe in these
all-night examinations and your 'third
degree' mental torture. It Is bar
bnrous. When a man is nervous and
frightened his brain gets so benumbed
at the end of two or three hours'
questioning on the same subject that
he's liable to say anything, or even
believe anything. Of course, you
know, captain,' that after a certain
time the law of suggestion commences
to operate and ''
The captain turred to his sergeant
and laughed:
"The law of suggestion? Ha, ha!
That's a good one! You know, doctor,
ItUlglUoi.
Ha. ha! What's the use of
chliiniu'? We've got him to rights. I
tell you. doctor, no newspaper can
say that my precinct ain't cleaned up.
My record Is a hundred convictions
to one acquittal. I catch 'em with
the goods when I go after 'cm!"
A faint smile hovered about the
doctor's face.
I know your reputation," he said
sarcastically.
ine captain thought the doctor was
flattering him, so he rubbed his hands
with satisfaction, as he replied:
That's right. I'm after results.
None of them Psyche themes for
mine." Striding over to the armchair
where sat Howard, he laid a rough
hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, Jeffries, wake up!"
Howard opened his eyes and stared
tupldly about him. The captain took
him by the collar of his coat.
"Come stand up! Brace up now!"
Turning to Sergeant Maloney, he
added, "Take him over to the station.
Wrtte out that confession and make
him sign it before breakfast I'll be
right over."
Howard struggled to his feet and
Maloney helped him arrange his col
lar and tie. Officer Delaney clapped
his hat on his bead. Dr. Bernstein
turned to go.
"Good morning captain. I'll make
out my report."
"Good morning, doctor."
Dr. Rernsteln disappeared and Capt.
Clinton turned to look at Annie, who
had been waiting patiently in the
background. Her anguish on seeing
Howard's condition was unspeakable
It was only with difficulty that she re
strained herself from crying out and
rushing to his side. But these stern,
uniformed men intimidated her. It
seemed to her that Howard was on
trial a prisoner perhaps his life was
In danger. What could he have done?
Of course, he was Innocent, whatever
the charge was. He wouldn't harm a
fly. She was sure of that. But every
one looked so grave, and there was a
big crowd gathered In front of the
hotel when she came up. She thought
she had heard the terrible word "mur
der," but surely there was some mis
take. Seeing Capt. Clinton turn In
her direction, she darted eagerly for
ward.
"May I speak to him, sir? He is
my husband."
"Not Just now," replied the captain,
not unkindly. "It's against the rules
Walt till we get him to the Tombs
You can see him all you want there.1
Annie's heart sank. Could she have
heard aright?
"The Tombs!" she faltered,
the charge so serious?"
"Murder that's all!" replied
captain laconically.
Annie nearly swoomed. Had
not caught the back of a chair
would have fallen.
The captain turned to Maloney and,
in a low tone, said:
"Quick! Get him over to the sta
tlon. We don't want any family
scenes here."
Manacled to Officer Delaney and
escorted on the other side by Ma
loney, HowaVd made his way toward
the door. Just as he reached It he
caught sight of his wife who, with
tears streaming down her cheeks,
was watching him as if In a dream.
To her It seemed like some hideous
nightmare from which both would
soon awaken. Howard recognized
her, yet seemed too dazed to wonder
how she came there. He simply
blurted out as be passed:
'Something's happened, Annie, dear.
I Underwood I don't quite know "
The policemen pushed him through
the door, which closed behind blm.
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"Sitting There Crying Your Eyes Out
Won't Do Him Any Good."
them theories of yours make a hit
with college students and amateur
professors, but they don't go with us,
You can't make a man say 'yes' when
he wants to say 'no.'"
Dr. Bernstein smiled.
"1 don't aaree with you," he said
xou can mane mm say anyinmg, u?
Deiieve anything or do anything If
he Is unable to resist your will."
The captain burst into a hearty peal
To B? Continued.
E II LOSS 10
RICHARDS. AN OLD VETERAN
Mr. Eldon Richards, an old soldier,
who, with his uged wife, resides south
of the city, had the misfortune this
morning to lose quite a sum of money
from his vest pocket while walking
along Main street of this city. The
sum lost waa $40 in bills, which Mr,
Richards had just received at the
First National bank in payment of
his pension check for the last quarter,
The money was probably accidentally
dropped from his pocket after leaving
the bank, as he separated his funds
when his check was cashed into two
parts, placing $5 in one pocket and
$40 in the other, und went to the
Rynot drug store and paid the $5 on
his bill there, and on putting his hand
in his pocket for the roll discovered
that he had lost the whole amount.
The loss will fall quite heavily on
Mr. Richards, as he has beer, looking
forward to the receipt of his check
with anticipation of using the money
for his needs. The sympathy of his
friends and neighbors will not take
the place of the money, though he has
that, to be sure.
An Establishment Right at Your
Door, and You Are Not
Advised of Its Extensive
Facilities.
Have you seen the beautiful picture
in Demie Hiatt's show window ad
jacent to the Journal office? This
picture is receiving much merited
comment. The picture is a sample
of what can be done with the latest
improved enlarging device. At an ex
pense of $150 Mr. Hiutt recently put
in a new apparatus, including two
fine 14-inch lenses, there being only
one other set in the state as fine as
Mr. Iliutt's. With his late improve
ments he can make a picture five feet
long from a photo postal card.
He has received hundreds of in
quiries of late concerning the enlarged
pictures and many new orders are
coming in every day; only this morn
ing three orders from parties in Il
linois came in through the mail. The
novelty business is also on the in
crease, and he is turning out watch
fobs, paper weights and many other
styles in novelty lines. There is no
doubt a great future for this line of
Mr. Hiatt's goods. The circulars
mailed out during the early months
are beginning to bring in orders and
inquiries on every mail.
Plattsmouth has an industry in Mr.
Hiatt's photo-manufacturing plunt
which is not appreciated by most of
our citizens us.it should be. The
volume of business hus increased
within the pust two years to an as
tonishing amount, and Mr. Hiutt be
lieves thut he has only made a begin
ning.
He is doing a great deal of kodak
work, finishing pictures for hundreds
of persons throughout Nebrnska,
Iowa and Illinois. Every job of this
kind sent to adjoining states helps to
nddvertise our city, and leads per
sons to inquire about the town, and in
the long run many persons will be at
tracted to this town by seeing samples
of the work turned out by Mr. Hiatt's
enterprise.
CANNOT CAMP WITHOUT
PERMISSION Of OWNER
One of the most important meas
ures passed by the late legislature is
that of preventing campers from oc
cupying the road without permission
of the farmer through whose land
such road passes. It is of vital in
terest to furmers, and is not intended,
for the honest emigrant who is pass
ing through Nebraska to seek homes
in this state or elsewhere.
It provides that people traveling
through the country overland will
not be allowed to camp along the
highway unless they have secured
permission from the owner of the
land on which they muke their camp.
Under the old luw, gypsies, or
vagrants generally, who travel via
wagons and take toll of corn cribs,
hay stacks and chicken roosts en
route, would have to be specifically
complained against by the land own
er. On this complaint a warrant
would have to be issued and by the
time all the formalities had been,
gore through the campers would be.
well on their way to new scenes.
The new law is so worded that if
John Jones notes campers on the land
of Bill Smith, he will 'phone Smith
and ask him if he has granted per
mission. If he has not, the sheriff is
merely notified and in a few minutes,
the officer sweeps down on the camp
ers. If they are "undesirable
citizens" they are forthwith arrested,
and never know who filed the com
plaint, thus protecting the farmer
against having his house or barn
burned down later on.
The bill, of course, is aimed at the
pypsies, horse traders and general
riff-raft who live in wagons and eke
out an existence by questionable
methods. Of course, no farmer
would refuse camping permission to
honest immigrants who are moving
from one locality to another by the
covered wagon route.
Residents of this county have had
their full share of grief from the
''wagon traders" and will welcome an
opportunity to invite them to move t
some other state.
IMPROVING HOTEL.
Mr. P. F. Goos, the enterprising
landlord of the Plattsmouth hotel, is
having electric lights put in all of
his rooms and the dining room is be
ing decorated with a fine steel fire
proof ceiling. Mr. Goos does not be
lieve in falling behind the procession
and will have his hotel as modern as
any in the city, and in this way he
helps to "See Tlattsmouth Succeed."
Councilman bwycr was an Omaha
traveler this afternoon, where he was
called on professional business.
"Our baby cries for Chamberlain's
Cough Remedy," writes Mrs. T. B.
Kendrlck, Rasaca, Ga. "It la the
best cough remedy on the market for
coughs, colds and croup." For sale
by F. O. Frlcke & Co.
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AUCTIONEER?
If you do, get one who has
Experience, Ability, Judgement.
Telegraph or write
ROBERT WIKINSON,
Dunbar, Neb.
Dates made at this office or the
Murray State Bank.
Good Servic Reasonable Rates.
ALWAYS WELCOME.
Hon. William DcllesDernier, the
eminent attorney of Elmwood, came
in last evening to look after some im
portant legal matters, and while here
gave the Journal a social visit. Bill
is a republican, but not one of those
hide-bound kind, who can never see
any good in a democrat, and it is al
ways a pleasure to have his good
natured countenance beam in upon us.
He is among the noted and able at
torneys of southeast Nebraska, and
his extensive practice is evidence of
the fact that his services are in great
demand and his practice large. Bill
DcllesDernier is every inch a gentle
man, and we are always glad to meel
him. May his shadow never grow-less.
Mrs. C. F. Weber, accompanied by
her mother, Mrs. W. T. Scotten, de
parted for Omaha on the morning
train today to spend the day with)
friends. , , At