ACROSS COUNTRY.

Press, Issue LXVIII, 31 December 1912, Page 8

ACROSS COUNTRY.

DETECTIVES AND A SUSPECT,

GREAT CHASE IN THE CITY. '

Yesterday, a man named Cecil Ardley left his bicycle near the entrance? to the Public Gardens, and returned in time to see a young man, nearly six feet tall, carrying it off. Ho had friends with him, and he left them to watch events while ho rushed to tho Detective Office. 'It was roughly five o'clock, and he found Detectives Regan and Thompson there. They responded to his ; _all-'at once, und went.down by cycle. There followed a great crosscountry race, lasting moro than an hour. ' Tho track .was roughly from the corner of Horefoird street, to Cashel street, across the road to street, almost opposite tho Police Station, through tho High school grounds ,to Worcester street, to Gloucester street, and three times round a house there; and so capture. The fugitive liad - the start of one section. He was very fit.> Both Detectives wero unarmed, but Detective Thompson called to the fugitive that he woulef fire. The man went harder man ever. The detectives ikept their ground. A. clergyman challenged ono as ho came across tho fence, "Do you know .-. where you aro? Do you know wliat you aro doingP" There was no answer, and the chase swept on. An old lady threatened them with the broom with which she was sweeping the yard. It was a matter of scramble, and while the'Tasmanian palings worried them, it was •the iron fences with serrated tops that cut their hands and tore their clothes. The fugitive kept his distance, and at the ninth obstacle Detective Thompson fclK Regan was loft sailing alone. It f was as though a mark had been drawn between the two of them and the rest of-tho world. '..No others joinrd ia tho chase. The escapee tired, and the ueteetivp was not as fr.osh as ho had been.- Each fence seemed a more difficult obstacle. ,

So they camo to a big house in Armagh street. The fugitive was tired, and, tho tlotectivo was weary. There were no more fences. Threo times round tho "house-they rushed —a littlo-gamo of cat and mouse. Both were done. Detective Began played his last card; ho bluffed that his pipo was a revolver. Tho man's hands werit up, and it was all over.