Detegtive [sic] Ireland
M’KINLEY’S BODYGUARD TELLS OF THE SHOOTING OF THE PRESIDENT
BUFFALO, Sept. 7.—In an interview Secret Service
Detective Ireland, who, with Officers Foster and Gallagher were near the president
when the shots were fired, said:
BANDAGE HID THE WEAPON
Shots Were Fired as Mr. McKinley Extended His Hand to Greet the Murderous Anarchist.
“It is incorrect, as has been stated, that the least
fear of an assault was entertained by the presidential party. Since the Spanish
war the president hos [sic] traveled all over the country and has met people
everywhere. In Canton he walks to church and down town [sic] without a
sign of secret service men of any kind as his escort. In Washington he walks about
the White House grounds, drives out freely, and has enjoyed much [freedom] from
the presence of detectives.
“It has been my custom to stand back of the president
and just to his left so that I could see the right hand of every person approaching,
but yesterday I was requested to stand opposite the president so that Mr. Milburn
could stand to the left and introduce the people who approached. In that way I
was unable to get a good look at everyone’s right hand.
“A few moment before Czogolzs approached a man came
along with three fingers of his right hand tied up in a bandage and he had shaken
hands with his left. When Czologsz came up I noticed he was a boyish-looking fellow
with an innocent face, perfectly calm, and I also noticed that his right hand
was wrapped in what appeared to be a bandage. I watched him closely, but was interrupted
by the man in front of him, who held on to the president’s hand an unusually long
time. The man appeared to be an Italian, and wore a short, heavy black mustache.
He was persistent, and it was necessary for me to push him along so that the others
could reach the president. Just as he released the president’s hand and as the
president was reaching for the hand of the assassin there were two quick shots.
Startled for a moment, I looked and saw the president draw his right hand up under
his coat, straighten up, and, pressing his lips together, gave Czolgsz the most
scornful and contemptuous look possible to imagine.
“At the same time I reached for the young man, caught
his left arm. The big negro standing just back of him and who would have been
next to take the president’s hand, struck the young man in the neck with one hand,
and with the other reached for the revolver, which had been discharged through
the handkerchief, and the shots from which had set fire to the linen.
“Immediately a dozen men fell upon the assassin
and bore him to the floor. While on the floor Czologsz again tried to discharge
the revolver, but before he could point it at the president it was knocked from
his hand by the negro. It flew across the floor and one of the artillerymen picked
it up and put it in his pocket.
“On the way down to the station Czologsz would not
say a word, but seemed greatly agitated.”