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Defies Police and Refuses to Change Story of Death; Is Locked in Cell, RS. ALICE DAVIS SING, widow of the slain cafe owner, who was photographed yesterday as she defied Captain Baer’s “third degree” in connection with her hus band’s slaying. In the lower picture Mrs. Sing is seen weep ing beside the bier of her murdered Chinese husband. “I Have Nothing to Say. See My Lawyers.” This Is All the Satisfaction Mrs. Alice Davis Sing, worn, haggard and seemingly stunned by the many trials she had passed through during the day, was locked up in a cell at the Stock Yards Police Station last night and sank exhausted on the bench as the cell door clanged shut behind her. The widow of the murdered Chinese cafe owner was taken in the patrol Wagon from the Deering station at 7 o’clock last night after she had baffled the police for nine hours in their efforts to extract from her any important facts of the murder. She claims to know noth ing of the motive. Captain Baer said last night that Mrs. Sing would be held for the night in the custody of the matron and then would either be formally charged with murder today or given her freedom. Find Strange Pink Powder. A mysterious box of powder, pink in color, and giving off a peculiar musty odor, which was found hidden away in the clothes closet of the Sing bedroom at 3460 Archer avenue, was found by Ser geant Michael Lee and Detective Earnest Hanrahan, James Murphy and Terrence Mullen of the Deering station late yester day afternoon. The powder will be analyzed by the city chemist some time today in the hope that it may throw some light on the con- Mrs. Ling Would Give the Police When They Attempted to Force From Her a Confession of Guilty Knowledge Connected With Her Husband’s Slaying in Night Batile in Chinatown Cottage e dition of Mrs. Sing in the period imme diately following the murder of her hus band. The innocent looking pink powder is believed by the police to contain a drug which causes paralysis of the throat and affects other voluntary muscles. The administration of such a drug would ex plain Mrs. Sing’s inability to answer questions. If an analysis of the pink powder shows it to contain the drug Mrs. Sing probably will be exonerated from suspicion of complicity of her husband's death. All day yesterday Mrs. Ling presented an apathetic and and mournful appear ance under the rapid fire of questions hurled at her by Captain Baer, Lieuten ant Cronin and Detectives James Stuart and Richard Burke of the Deering Police Station. At 11 o’clock in the morning the big blue automobile of the police department appeared in front of the People’s Hos pital. A few minutes later Mrs. Sing, accompanied by the four policemen, en tered the machine and was hurried west ward. Mrs. Sing thought she was going home, and chatted with the police. At 912 West Madison street the machine took to the com. The woman was ordered to dis mount, and she doubtfully obeyed. ‘The place was Sheldon’s morgue. The party pressed through the outer office. In the rear was a tiny chapel, with stained glass windows. A screen stood in the middle of the room. Mrs. Sing was pushed into the center of the room. She advanced slowly. It was reminiscent of a fraternity initiation. The woman passed beyond the screen and came upon the body of her husband. There was an instant’s silence and then a low moan came from her lips. Her body tensed and she stared with wide eyes at the dead man. Then she crept slowly toward the body. She knelt, while short sobs shook her. Then she lost control of herself. She threw herself on the body and kissed the face several times. Finally she sank slowly to her knees again and lay there moaning. The body lay north and south in the room, and directly over it, on the left wall of the chapel, hung a picture of the Annunciation, by Raphael. Near the foot of the bier a Bible rested on a re fectory and at the head a huge bouquet of lillies and chrysanthemums marked the first offering of the Chinese to their dead. The widow knelt a long time over the body of her husband.At last she was lifted tenderly to her feet and helped to a chair by one of the detectives. ‘There she lay back moaning. It was then that the questioning began. “You killed him, didn’t you? “You saw him killed?” “You know who did it?’ “You were there, weren't you?’ But the woman withstood the test. She answered each question with a nega tive shake of her head. When the questioning of the police be came too sharp, Mrs. Ling roused from her apathy. She had relapsed again into the pigeon-English which she claims she contracted through living with her hus band. “O, go way,” she moaned. “I know nothing. I not know he dead. Please go way from me.’’ Then she turned again to the body of the Chinese. “Oh, Charlie,” she sobbed. ‘They not let me know you dead. Oh, why didn't they tell me.” When Mrs. Sing had rested an hour in the chapel a woman brushed back her hair. She lay listless. Then she was helped to her feet. Her knees hardly supported her and she tottered as she walked. She was taken at once to the police station. To every question of the police she made the same answer: “I have nothing to say. See my lawyers.” Most of the time she seemed totally un conscious of her surroundings. The po lice say that she is the most remarkable suspect they have ever handled. At nightfall her attitude was the same. The police held her close prisoner in an ef fort to break her down.
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Chicago Examiner
Chicago, Illinois, US
Tue, Sep 09, 1913
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