six shots fired in the
chapel in rapid succession. I rushed to the door and looked into the turnkey
room, where I saw Claus Pahl, the turnkey crouching on the floor. I asked
him what was the matter. He turned and looked at me but did not
answer. I noticed that he was very pale and his eyes protruded
from his head. To me he looked like an insane person, and I thought
that it was he who had gone mad and had fired the shots. Afterwards
I realized that he was "scared to death." If he had
thrown his keys into the hall when I spoke to him or departed
by the side door, he would have saved the day; but doing as he
did, he simply lost it. For a minute I retired to the office.
Soon the usher, Mr. Heilman, came staggering in and fell upon
the floor seriously wounded. The good old man had heard the noise
and rushed out of his office into the hail to see what was going
on. He was struck by a bullet fired by Dowd who stood guard while "Shorty
Gray" was working on the door
leading from the library into the turnkey. Poor
Mr. Heilman fell upon the floor. Then the chief clerk, Mr. Ward,
and I picked him up and placed him gently in a chair. Just at
that time I heard a terrific explosion, that of blowing the lock
from the door. At the same time Warden Delahunty came running
down stairs, grabbed his gun, and standing in the doorway kept
shooting at the desperadoes, who returned the fire. At the same
time, Chief Clerk Ward made a bee-line for the vault, pulled
the inside doors partly shut and remained there during the fight.
At the same time Steward Robb ran into his office and shut the
door, but I want to give Mr. Robb credit for not posing as a
hero and for telling the truth. He told the public that he was
unarmed and hence retreated to his office and shut the door.
Thus Warden Delahunty and I were the only two left on the floor.
As the warden advanced I followed him, 'confident that he would
conquer the enemy. Never