The Third Degree

Chapter 16

Captain 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. Captain 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. Bernstein entered. Advancing into the room, he shook hands with the captain.

"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 Howard, the doctor disappeared into the inner room.

Captain 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 the full confession to submit to the magistrate. Have everything ready by nine o"clock. Meantime, I"ll go down and see the newspaper boys. I guess there"s a bunch of them down there. Of course, it"s too late for the morning papers, but it"s a bully good story for the afternoon editions. Delaney, you"re responsible for the prisoner. Better handcuff him."

The patrolman was just putting the manacles on Howard"s wrists when Dr.

Bernstein reentered from the inner 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."

Captain 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, doctor, 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 himself in the left temple. Don"t worry, doctor, it"s murder, all right." Pointing 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 captain:

"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."

At that moment the front door opened and Annie Jeffries came in escorted by an officer. She was pale and frightened, and looked timidly at the group of strange and serious-looking men present. Then her eyes went round the room in search of her husband. She saw him seemingly asleep in an armchair, his wrists manacled in front of him. With a frightened exclamation she sprang forward, but Officer Delaney intercepted her.

Captain Clinton turned around angrily at the interruption:

"Keep the woman quiet till she"s 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, doctor?"

"You tell me the man confessed?"

Crossing the room to where Howard sat, Dr. Bernstein looked closely at him. Apparently the prisoner was asleep. His eyes were closed and his head drooped forward on his chest. He was ghastly pale.

The captain grinned.

"Yes, sir, confessed--in the presence of three witnesses. Eh, sergeant?"

"Yes, sir," replied Maloney.

"You heard him, too, didn"t you, Delaney?"

"Yes, captain."

Squaring his huge shoulders, the captain said with a self-satisfied chuckle:

"It took us five hours to get him to own up, but we got it out of him at last."

The doctor was still busy with his 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 barbarous. 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 turned to his sergeant and laughed:

"The law of suggestion? Ha, ha! That"s a good one! You know, doctor, them theories of yours may 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.

"I don"t agree with you," he said. "You can make him say anything, or believe anything--or do anything if he is unable to resist your will."

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