"I used
handcuffs on the prisoner, thinking maybe he'd give me the slip in
the dim light, but there was no fight or flight in him."
"Did he talk to you on the way to the station house?"
"No, sir; and at the station he was just as quiet, only answered
the questions the desk sergeant put to him, and that was all,"
stated 0' Ryan.
Penfield laid down his memorandum pad. "All right, O'Ryan; you may
retire," and at the words the policeman left the platform and the
room. He was followed by the police sergeant who had been on desk
duty at the Eighth Precinct on Tuesday morning. His testimony
simply corroborated O'Ryan's statement that the prisoner had done
and said nothing which would indicate that he was other than he
seemed - a housebreaker.
Coroner Penfield paused before calling the next witness and drank
a glass of ice water; the weather had turned unseasonably hot, and
the room in which inquests were held, was stifling, in spite of the
long opened windows at either end.
"Call Miss Helen McIntyre," Penfield said to the morgue master, and
the latter crossed to the door leading to the room where sat the
witnesses.
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