Immediately on receipt of the telegram Colonel Deitsch detailed
Detectives Witte, Bulmer and Jackson to look after Jackson. It was
learned that he roomed at the house of Mrs. McNevin, at 222 West Ninth,
next door to Robinson's Opera House. Detective Jackson was stationed in
the house and Witte and Bulmer in the saloon opposite.
Just when it seemed as though their intended game had discovered the
fact that the officers were after him and had left for parts unknown he
was captured.
It was after nine o'clock, when almost the last ray of hope had died out
of the officers breasts, that Chief of Police Deitsch received word that
Jackson had just been seen at the Palace Hotel. The chief started out
and ran into a man answering Jackson's description. He informed the
detectives of the fact, the fellow was watched and was seen to walk
slowly down Ninth Street, and on reaching 222 he looked up at the
windows. He strolled slowly to Plum Street and stopped and again looked
back at the house.
He then walked rapidly north on Plum Street toward Court. When he had
traversed part of the square Detective Bulmer stepped up to him, saying:
"Your name is Jackson, isn't it?"
The man turned perfectly livid and trembled like an aspen, and as the
detective continued to say, "I want you," he exclaimed, "My God! what
is this for?"
At the same time the start was made for the Mayor's Office.
At Ninth Street Colonel Deitsch met the prisoner and said: "Well,
'Dusty' (Jackson's nickname), we have got you."
"Yes," responded the prisoner, "it looks like it."