At this time Mr. Gibson got out upon his own shed which leans down toward Herriges fence, and would have got up to the prisoner's window to tear off the bars and get the man out but his mother would not allow him to do it. It is not more than eleven or twelve feet from Mr. Gibson's window to the window of the little cage like room in which John Herriges was confined, so when Mr. Gibson got down to the edge of the shed he was not more than about three or four feet from the prisoner's window. Listening a while he could shortly distinguish words being uttered by the prisoner. Among them were these: "Murdering! Murdering! George! George! they want to get me out of the way." Mr. Gibson then spoke to him saying: "Why don't you try and get out of there?" The prisoner instantly replied: "I'll promote you! I'll promote you!" Mr. Gibson remained upon the shed from three o'clock until seven in the morning, while his mother stood at the window. Being fully satisfied that there was a poor miserable man kept confined in the little room of Herriges house, deprived of his liberty, and not only that but that he was kept in a filthy condition to judge from the horrible stench that issued from the window, the watcher resolved to report the fact to the authorities. REPORT TO THE POLICE. The same morning Mr. Gibson went up to the Union Street Station House and reported what he had seen and heard. But instead of investigating the affair, the lieutenant told Mr. Gibson to go up to the Central Station House at Fifth and Chestnut and report the matter to lieutenant Charles Thomas in charge there. Mr. Gibson did so and Lieutenant Thomas replied: "Excuse me, but you tell the Lieutenant down at the Station House, that I cannot open an insane asylum." At this moment the Mayor chanced to pass down through the basement, and the matter being called to his attention, he said to Lieutenant Thomas: "Send Reeder down to investigate it." Lieutenant Thomas replied: "Had I not better attend to it myself?" Mr. Gibson then left the office. The officers came down about four o'clock that afternoon. About an hour before the arrival of the officers, Mr. Gibson and his mother went into the cigar store, kept by Herriges. "Good afternoon," said Mr. Gibson. "Good afternoon," replied Herriges. "What have you got that man locked up in that room for?" asked Mrs. Gibson. "Is that any of your business?" asked Herriges abruptly. "Well, I don't know, that it is, but I would like to know what he is penned up there for?" "Does my brother annoy you?" inquired Herriges. "Well, yes, he frightens my children," replied Mrs. Gibson. "You must have very funny kind of children to what other people have" sneeringly remarked Herriges. "I don't know that they are any funnier than anybody else's children" said Mrs. Gibson. Herriges then turned upon Mrs. Gibson and said in a very provoking manner. "Why, it is a wonder, he don't frighten you, too."