Alexandria gazette. [volume] (Alexandria, D.C.) 1834-1974, 1873-01-20
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Murder Mystery I'm London.


ing eight lines fifty cents.
A Murder Mystery In London.
London has just now matched New York.
preat criminal mystery. On the bright Sum
mer morning of July 90, 1870, our citizens
we're shocked at the murder Of Benjamin
Nathan in oDe Of our city's most public places.
Directly across the street from the open Wild
Iows of scores of occupied rooms in the Fifth
Avenue Hotel, in his own mansion, which he
occupied With two sons and two servants, who
slept close about him, the vigorous old man
was pounded to death in his library, after q
prolonged battle, which upset furniture and
splashed the walls with gore. A gas jet was
burning in the room. The noise must have
been great. Policemen constantly patroled the
street in front, by which the assassin only
could enter or escape from the house. and
street lamp shoue brightly near the door.
Booty which could not fail of Identification was
taken, and the tell-tale instrument of death,
the ship-carpenter dog, was LETT to Poiut
the police to the perpetrator of the crime;
Many thousand dollars offered as reward
have, from that day to this failed to dlsslpate
the mystery, and the culprit goes yet unwhip-
ned of Justice. Sharp detectives have studied
the case spending months in working it up. .
They have been utterly baf1ed. One even
died, it is said from chagrin at his failure to
entangle the murderer in the web he .wove
from the abundant shreds Of evidence. Nathan's
murderer is yet unarrested. No one can point
the finger at.him, saying Thou art the man.
A tragedy Of equal guilt and mystery was
enacted at No. u Great Coram street, Russell
square, London, on the morning of Christmas.
For few weeks before this date a lady like
woman, calling herself Clara Burton, had lodg-
ed there. She was twenty-sx years old, was
supposed to earn living as ballet dancer atthe
Alhambra, and frequented the Argyll Rooms,
a dancing saloon of bad repute. Her true
name was Harriet Buswell Her parents are
dead: her brothers and sisters are reputable,
and she has daughter eight years old out at
board. Two men visited her. On Christmas
Eve she went out about ten o clock. Two
hours later she rang the door-bell and was
admitted by the landlady. A man was with
her, who in the dark ran up the two flights OF
stairs, ahead of her, AS though he knew the way.
She soon after came down to the kitchen, paid
the landlady niue shiings out of a half sover-
tign she said "the handsome foreign gentleman
up stairs had given her, and put the other
shilling in her purse She was eating fruit he
had bought, and stayed in the kitchen some
minutes before returning up stairs. Nothing
more was heard during the night. The land
lady and her husband slept in the room under,
and gentleman in that on the same floor with
that occupied by Clara. About seven o'clock
in the morning heavy step was heard descend
ing the stairs, the street door was slammed and
a man peculiarly dressed was seen to issue
cross the street aud enter shop. There he
wrote on slip Of paper "A glass OF milk, II
you please, and was served accordingly, max
ing the impression that he could not speak Eng
hsh Later in the forcnoonClara' 5 bre akfast was
taken up. She did not respond to the knock;
Forcing open the door the household found
her in bed, sleepiug-.be sleep, OF death. Tier
face was nearly covered by the countcrpane.
She had not moved limb in the death strng-
gle. A restful smile was on her lips. Her throat
was cut from ear to ear in two deep gashes,
half severing her neck. There were no signs
of violence except tbs wounds from which her
life blood had quickly flowed, saturating the
pillow and bedding. The blinds were turned
in the basin. No weapon was found. Claras
purse, with half dozen articles OF cheap
iewelry, were missing, as was the bedroom door
key. Great force must have been exercised to
make the cuts which caused death, the murder
er standing at the bedside, while the victim
slept. Plunder was the apparent object OF the
criminal, who may have judged that the occu-
pant Of so good quarters would have valuabes.
To the date of our last news, ten days after the
occurrence, the London police have failed 10
finding a trace of the culprit, though the most
energetic measures were at once taken. Every
suspicious place, every public house and con
veyance in the great CITY has been strictly
watched Inquiries have been sent by telegraph
to all parts of the kingdom, and a large reward
offered, without avail On the Coroners in
quest abundant facts about the womau's dis
graceful history we're brought out, but no clue
was found to the identity of the man with
whom she spent her last Christmas Eve. That
iSlikely to remain as great puzzle to the de-
tectivcs of Scotland Yard as is the Nathan
murder to the keen-eyed fraternity of Mulberry
Ireot-Ncw York Herald.
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