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THIRD DEGREE
W hen in need of G R O C ER IE S don t fo rg e t
th a t we carry a full line of both S taple and
Fancy.
f y CHARLES
KLEIN
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A N D
ARTHUR HORNBLOW
THE RIGHT PRICE AND QUALITY
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ILLUSTDATIONS
BY PAST WALTERS
i* 09 , ®r c.w. du . l inchah cohaawy
H. T. GILTNER
copyright ,
Phone 701
SYNOPSIS.
' H o w a r d J e f frie s , b a n k e r 's s o n , u n d e r
the e v il In flu e n c e o f R o b e r t U n d e rw o o d ,
• f a llo w - s tu d e n t a t Y a le, le a d s ;t lif•* o f
d U a sip a tio n , m a r r i e s th e d a u g h t e r o f a
g a m b l e r w h o d ie d In p ris o n , a n d is d is
o w n e d b y h is f a th e r . H e t r i e s to g e t w o rk
a n d fa ils . A f o r m e r c o lle g e c h u m m a k e s
a b u s in e s s p ro p o s itio n to H d W a rd w h ic h
r e q u ir e s |2,000 c a s h , a n d H o w a r d Is b ro k e .
H o b e r t U n d e rw o o d , w h o h a s b e e n r e
p u ls e d b y H o w a r d ’s w ife . A n n ie , In id s
c o lle g e d a y s , a n d h a d on* e b e e n e n g a g e d
to
A lic ia .
H o w a r d 's
s te p m o th e r .
has
a p a r t m e n t s a t tlie A s t r u r ia . H o w a r d d e
c id e s to a s k U n d e rw o o d f o r th e $2,000 h e
n e e d s . U n d e rw o o d , t a k i n g a d v a n t a g e o f
kl*i i n tim a c y w ith M rs. J e f f r ie s , S r., b e
c o m e « a s o r t o f s o c ia l h ig h w a y m a n . D is
c o v e r in g h is t r u e c h a r a c t e r sin* d e n ie s
h im t h e h o u s e . A lic ia r e c e iv e s a n o te fr o m
U n d e rw o o d ,
th re a te n in g
s u ie id e .
A rt
(S ea le rs f o r w h o m lie h a s b e e n a c t in g a s
c o m m is s io n e r , d e m a n d a n a c c o u n tin g . H e
* cannot
m ake
good.
H o w ard
J e f f r ie s
c a l ls In a n in to x ic a te d c o n d itio n . H e a s k s
U n d e rw o o d f o r $2,000 a n d Is to ld b y th e
^ o I t w e r a r d t h a d t r i h n e k s is h in im s d e e lf b t in u p to to a id m s a u e y d e lin s .
c o n d itio n , a n d g o e s to s le e p o n a d iv a n .
A c a l l e r is a n n o u n c e d a n d
U n d e rw o o d
d ra w s a sc re e n a ro u n d
th e d r u n k e n
S le e p e r
A licia e n te r s .
She dem and* a
p r o m i s e f r o m h im t h a t lie w ill n o t ta k e
h i* life , p o in tin g to t h e
d is g r a c e
th a t
w o u ld a t t a c h to h e r s e lf . U n d e rw o o d r e
f u s e s to p ro m is e u n le s s s h e w ill r e n e w
h e r p a tr o n a g e . T ills s h e r e f u s e s to do.
U n d e rw o o d k ills h im s e lf. T h e r e p o r t o f
t h e p is to l a w a k e n s H o w a r d , li«* « tu m b le s
o v e r th e d e a d b o d y o f U n d e rw o o d . R e a li
s i n g h is p r e d ic a m e n t h e a t t e m p t s to flee
a n d is m e t b y U n d e rw o o d ’s v a le t.
C HA P T ER VIII.—C ontinued.
H ow ard w as a t no tim e an a th le te ,
And now , c o n tra ste d w ith the burly
policem an , a colossus In stre n g th , he
seem ed like a puny boy. H is crin g in g ,
frig h te n e d a ttitu d e , a s he looked up in
th e c a p ta in 's bulldog face, w as p a th e t
tc. T h e crow d of b y sta n d e rs could h a rd
ly co n tain th e ir e a g e rn e ss to ta k e In
•v ery d e ta il of th e d ra m a tic situ a tio n
T he P ersisten ce of His S ta re Made H ow ard Squirm .
T h e p riso n e r w as so b er by th is tim e,
and th o ro u g h ly alarm ed .
for th e u n d e rta k e r. You can call up 1 to A nnie w ith o u t delay. Sum m oning
“W hat do you w ant m e fo r? ” he h e a d q u a rte rs so th e n ew sp ap er boys . up a ll his courage, he said boldly:
• cried. "I h a v e n ’t done a n y th in g T he g et th e sto ry .”
"You a re d e ta in in g me h ere w ithout
Bian's dead, bu t I d id n 't kill him .”
W hile the se rg e a n t w en t to th e te le w a rra n t in law. I know m y rights. I
“S h u t y o u r m o u th !” grow led the phone to c a rry out th ese o rd e rs, Capt. am th e son of one of th e m ost In
captain
Clinton tu rn e d to look a t H ow ard, who fluential m en In th e city.”
D ragging H ow ard a fte r him, he had collapsed, w hite and trem b lin g , in
“W h a t's y o u r n a m e ?” grow led the
made his w ay to th e elev a to r. T h ro w to a chair.
cap ta in .
in g h is p riso n e r Into th e cage, he
“ H ow ard Je ffrie s.”
“ W hat do you w ant w ith m e?" cried
to rn e d to give o rd e rs to his su b o rd H ow ard appealingly. “ I a ss u re you I
“ Son of H ow ard Jeffries, th e b ank
in ate.
had nothing to do w ith th is. My w ife’s e r? ”
“ M oloney, you com e w ith m e and expecting m e home. C a n 't I go?”
H ow ard nodded.
bring Officer D elaney." A ddressing th e
“ Yes.”
"S h u t u p !" th u n d ered th e cap tain .
eth er m en. he said: "You o th e r fellers
T h e cap ta in tu rn e d to hts serg ean t.
H is arm s folded, his ey es ste rn ly
look a fte r th in g s down here. D on't fixed upon him , Capt. C linton stood
"M aloney, th is fe lle r say s h e ’s the
let any of th ese people com e u p sta irs .” con fro n tin g th e u n fo rtu n a te youth, son of H ow ard Jeffries, th e b a n k e r.”
T h en , tu rn in g to the e le v a to r boy, he sta rin g a t him w ithout say in g a word.
M aloney lean e d over and w hispered
g av e th e com m and: “Up w ith h er."
T h e p e rsiste n c e of his s ta re m ade so m eth in g In th e c a p ta in 's ear. T he
t T h e elev a to r, with Its p assen g ers. H ow ard squirm . It w as decidedly u n cap ta in sm iled grim ly.
Mhot up w ard , stopped w ith a Jerk a t pleasant. He did not m ind th e d e te n
"So yo u 're a bad c h a ra c te r, eh? F a
th e fo u rte e n th floor, and th e c a p ta in , tion so m uch a s th is m an 's o v e rb e a r th e r tu rn e d you o u t of doors, eh?
-« n re m ore laying a b ru ta l hand on ing, bullying m anner. He knew he w as W h e re 's th a t g irl you ran aw ay w ith?"
Howard, pushed him o u t Into th e c o r innocent, th e re fo re he had n o th in g to S h arp ly he ad d ed : "You see I know
ridor
fear. B ut w hy w as th is police cap ta in your reco rd .”
| U it could he said of Capt. C linton sta rin g a t hint so? W h ich ev er way
“ I’ye done n o th in g I'm ash am ed of,"
t h a t be had any syatem a t all. It w as he Bat, w hichever way his e y es tu rn ed , replied H ow ard calm ly. "I m arried
«to be as b ru ta l as possible w ith e v e ry he saw th is bulldog-faced policem an th e girl. S he's w attin g my re tu rn now.
body unlucky enough to fall Into his sta rin g gllently at him. U nkuow n to W on’t you p lease let me send h er a
ttwinds. Instend of reg a rd in g his prls hlin, Capt. C linton had alre a d y begun m essag e ?"
oners a s Innocent u n til found guilty, th e dread ed police o rd eal know n as
T h e c a p ta in eyed H ow ard su s
a s they a re Justly e n title d to be re th e "th ird degree."
piciously for a m om ent, th en he turned
garded u n d er the law , he took th e dl
to hts se rg e a n t:
re c tly opposite stand. He considered
C H A PTER IX.
“ M aloney, telep h o n e th is m an ’s wife.
all his p riso n e rs as guilty as hell until
W h at's th e n u m b e r? ”
they had succeeded In proving them
F ifteen m in u tes passed w ith o u t a
“ Eighty-six M orningslde.”
selv es Innocent.
E ven th e n he had word being spoken. T h e re w as deep
M aloney ag ain got busy w ith the
hta doubts. W hen a Jury bro u g h t In silence In th e room. It w as so q u iet telep h o n e and th e w earying w ait be
a verdict of acq u ittal, he shook his th a t once could have h e a rd a pin drop. gan once m ore. T he clock soon stru ck
head and grow led. H e had th e g re a t Had a d isin te re ste d sp e c ta to r been two. F o r a w hole hour he had been
est contem pt for a Jury th a t would a c th e re to w itn ess It, he w ould have su b jected to th is g ru ellin g process,
q u it and th e w arm est reg a rd for a Jury been a t once Im pressed by th e d ra and still th e lynx-eyed cap ta in sa t
w hich convicted. H e bullied and m al m atic ta b le a u p re se n te d —th e dead th e re w atch in g h ls quarry.
treated his p riso n ers b ecau se he firm m an on th e floor, his w hite s h irt fro n t
If Capt. C linton had begun to have
ly believed In und erm in in g th e ir m o r sp a tte re d w ith blood, th e cringing, an y d o u b ts w hen H ow ard told him
al and physical re s ista n c e . W hen by frig h ten e d boy crouching In th e ch air, w ho h is fa th e r w as, M aloney's Infor
d eprivin g them of sleep and food, by th e tow ering figure of th e police c a p m atio n im m ed iately p u t him a t his
choking them , clubbing them
and ta in sittin g ste rn ly eyeing h is h a p le ss ease. It w as all cle a r to him now.
frig h ten in g them he had reduced p riso n er, and a t th e fa r end of th e T h e youth had n e v er been any good.
them to a sta te of n erv o u s te rro r, to room D etectiv e S e rg e a n t M aloney H ls ow n fa th e r had kicked him out.
sen d in g
h u rried
m essag es He w as In d e sp e ra te financial stra its.
the bo rd er of physical collapse, he busy
knew by experience th a t th ey would thro u g h th e telephone.
He had com e to th is m an 's room s to
no longer be In condition to w ith stan d
“W hat did you do It fo r? " th u n d e re d m ake a dem an d for m oney. U nder
h is m erciless cross exam inations. I)e th e cap ta in suddenly.
wood had re fu se d and th e re w as a
m oralized, u nstrung, th ey would b lu rt
H ow ard'» tongue clove to h is palate. q u arrel, and he sh o t him . T h ere was
out the tru th and so convict them - He could sc arcely a rtic u la te . H e w as probably a d isp u te over th e woman.
aelves T h e end* of Justice would th u s Innocent, of course, b u t th e re w as Ah, yes, he rem em b ered now. T his
som ething In th is m an's m a n n e r w hich g irl he m a rrie d w as form erly a sw eet
be served.
i Capt C linton prided him self on th e m ade him fe a r th a t he m ig h t, a fte r all, h e a rt of U nderw ood's. Jealousy w as
thoroug h m an n er In w hich he con d u ct h a v e had so m eth in g to do w ith th e behind It a s well. B esides, w a sn 't he
ed th ese exam inations of p erso n s un trag ed y . Y et he w as p o sitiv e th a t he c a u g h t red handed, w ith blood on hls
dor a rre st. It was a laborious ordeal, w as asleep on th e bed all th e tim e han d s, try in g to escape from the
b u t alw ays succesful. He owed his T h e questio n Is, would anybody believe a p a rtm e n t? Oh. they had him dead
p re s e n t position on th e force to th e h im ? He shook his head p a th etically . to rig h ts, all right. Any m a g istra te
•k ilt w ith w hich he brow beat his p rls
would hold him on such evidence.
"I d id n 't do It. K eally, I d id n ’t."
o n e rs Into "c o n fe ssio n s"
W ith hi*
"S h u t y o u r m outh!
Y ou're lying,
" It's th e T om bs for him , all right,
“ th ird d eg ree" seances he arriv ed at and you know you're lying. W alt till all rig h t," m u tte re d th e cap ta in to
re su lts b e tte r and m ore quickly than th e co ro n er com es. W e'll fix you."
him self; "an d m aybe prom otion for
In any o th e r way. All hi* conviction*
A gain th e re w as silence, an d now b e m e."
hmd been » rein ed by them . T he p ress gan a long, ted io u s w ait, b o th m en re
Suddenly th e re w as a com m otion
•ltd m eddling busyhodlo* called his ta in in g th e sam e positions, th e cap a t th e door. T he co ro n er entered,
sy stem b a rb aro u s, a revival of th e old ta in w atching his p riso n er as a cat follow ed by th e u n d e rta k e r. T he tw o
tim e to rtu re cham ber. W hat did he I w atch es a m ouse.
m en advanced quickly in to th e room,
c s r e w hat th e people said as long as
H o w ard 's m en tal ang u ish w as a l and took a look a t th e body. A fter
h e convicted his m a n ’ W asn 't th a t m ost u n en d u rab le. He th o u g h t of hts m aking a h a sty ex am in atio n , th e co r
w hat he w as paid fo r? He was th e r e poor wife w ho m ust be w aiting up for o n er tu rn e d to Capt. C linton.
to find th e m u rd erer, and he w as go him all th is tim e, w ondering w hat had
"W ell, c a p ta in , I g uess h e's dead,
ing to do It.
becom e of him . She would Im agine all r i g h t ”
t H e pushed his way Into the apart- th e w orst, an d th e re w as no tellin g
"Y es. and w e 're got o u r m an, too."
nt. followed closely by Maloney and w h at she m ig h t do. If only he could
T he co ro n e r tu rn e d to look a t th e
other policem en, w ho dragged g et word to h er. P e rh a p s she would prisoner.
the unhappy H ow ard. T he dead be able to ex p lain th in g s. T hen he
"C aught him red handed, eh ? W ho
atlll lay w here he had fallen. th ought of h is fa th e r. T hey had q u a r is he?"
C apt. Clinton stooped down, but made reled, It was- tru e, bu t a fte r all It w as
H ow ard w as a b o u t to b lu rt out a re
no attem pt to touch th e corpse, mere his own flesh and Mood. A t such a ply, w hen th e c a p ta in th u n d e re d :
ly satisfyin g him self th a t V nderwood critical situ atio n a s th is, one forgets.
"S ile n c e !”
w as d«*ad Then, a fte r a casual survey Hls fa th e r could h ard ly re fu se to com e
T o th e co ro n er, th e c a p ta in ex
m t the room, he said to hla sergeant:
to hls assistan ce.
He m u st g e t a plained :
“W e won't touch a thing. Maloney, law yer, too, to p ro tect h ls In te re sts.
“ H e's th e scap eg race to n of How
til! the coroner nriire«. He'll be here T h is police cap tain had no rig h t to d e a rd Jeffries, th e banker. No good—
minute, and he'll give the order ta in him like this. He m u st g * t w ord bad egg. H la fa th e r tu rn e d him out
of doors. T h ere Is no question about
his guilt. Look a t his hands. W e
cau g h t him try in g to get aw ay.”
T he coroner rose. He believed in
doing things prom ptly.
"I c o n g ratu late you. captain. Q uick
w ork like th is ought to do your repu
tatio n good. T h e com m unity ow es a
d ebt to the officers of the law If they
succeed in ap p reh en d in g crim inals
quickly.
You’ve been g ettin g some
p re tty hard knocks lately, but I guess
you know your business."
T he captain grin n ed broadly.
"I guess I do. D on’t we, M aloney?”
"Y es, cap.,” said Maloney, quietly.
T he coroner tu rn ed to go.
“W ell, th e re 's nothing m ore for mo
to do here. T he m an is dead. L et
ju stic e tak e its course.” A ddressing
th e u n d ertak er, he said:
"You can rem ove the body.”
T he men s e t ab o u t th e w ork im
m ediately. C arry in g th e corpse into
th e in n er room, they com m enced the
w ork of laying it out.
"I suppose,” said th e coroner, " th a t
you’ll tak e your p riso n er im m ediately
to th e statio n house, and before the
m a g istra te to-m orrow m orning?”
"N ot ju s t y et,” grinned the captain.
"I w ant to put a few questions to him
first.”
T he co ro n er sm iled.
"Y ou’re going to p u t him th rough
the ‘th ird d eg ree,' eh? E very one's
h eard of your star-ch am b er ordeals.
A re they really so dreadful?"
"N o n se n se !” laughed th e captain.
“W e w ouldn't h arm a baby, w ould we,
M aloney?"
T he se rg e a n t quickly indorsed hi»
ch ief’s opinion.
“No, cap.”
T u rn in g to go, th e co ro n er said:
“ W ell, g o o d n ig h t, cap ta in .”
"G oodnight, Mr. C oroner.”
H ow ard listen ed to all th is like one
transfixed. T hey seem ed to be ta lk
ing about him. T hey w ere discu ssin g
som e frightful o rd eal of w hich he w as
to be a victim . W h at w as th is 'th ird
d eg ree' they w ere talk in g ab o u t? Now
he rem em bered. H e had heard of In
nocent men being bullied, m altreated ,
deprived of food and sleep for days,
In o rd er to force them to tell w hat
th e police w ere anxious to find out.
H e had heard of se c re t a ssau lts, of
m idnight clubbings, of p riso n ers being
choked and b ru tally kicked by a gang
of ruffianly policem en, In o rd er to
force them Into som e dam aging ad
m ission. A chill ran down his spine
as he realized his u tte r helplessness.
If he could only g et w ord to a law yer.
Ju s t a s the co ro n er w as disap p earin g
th ro u g h the door, he d arted forw ard
and laid a hand on hls arm .
"M r. C oroner, w on’t you listen to
m e?" he exclaim ed.
T he coroner sta rtle d , drew back.
“I can n o t in te rfe re ," he said coldly.
“Mr. U nderw ood w as a friend of
m ine,” explained H oward. “I cam e
h ere to borrow m oney. 1 fell asleep
on th a t sofa. W hen I woke up Jie
w as dead. 1 w as frightened. I tried
to g et aw ay.
T h a t's the tr u th , so
help me G od!”
T he co ro n er looked at him stern ly
and m ade no reply. No one could
ev er reproach him w ith sym pathizing
w ith crim inals. W aving his hand at
C apt. C linton, he said :
"Good night, cap ta in ."
"Good night, Mr. C oroner."
T he door slam m ed and Capt. Clin
ton. w ith a tw is t of his pow erful arm ,
yanked hls p riso n er back into hls
se at. H ow ard protested.
"Y ou've got no rig h t to tr e a t m e
like this. You exceed >*our pow ers.
I dem and to be ta k e n before a m agis
tr a te a t once.”
T he captain grinned, and pointed to
th e clock.
«
“ Say, young feller, see w hat tim e it
is? T w o-thirty a. m. O ur good m ag
is tra te s a re all com fy In th e ir v irtu
ous beds. W e'll have to w ait till
m orning.”
Maln S tr e e t
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Profitable Glass Eye.
“Nobody Is going to poke out a gooa
eye Just for th e sake of g ettin g a
glass eye," said the city salesm an,
"b u t I know a m an w ho m akes money
on hls glass eye. He goes to E urope
th re e tim es a y e a r on business. W hile
th e re he does a little trad in g In Jew
els as a side line. It is on th e hom e
w ard trip th a t he tu rn s his glass eye
to good account. In the cavity back
of it he c a rrie s tw o or th ree sm all but
valuable diam onds. H alf the duty
saved Is hls com m ission on th ese
sto n es alone. T h e custom s inspectors
have n ev er got on to him. N aturally
they can ’t go around jabbing th eir
fingers Into people's eyes."—New York
Sun.
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should advise you not to ta k e It to
h e a r t I m ight prove a m ost u n d esir
able wife. M arriage la a lottery, oti
know.
Malcolm (b itte rly )—It strik e s me aa
m ore like a raffle. One man g ets the
p rise and th e o th e rs get the shake.-—
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