Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1888-10-22
STILL A MYSTERY.
The Problem Of LOndon's Murders
Remains Unsolyed.
STUPID ENGLISH POLICE.
tertained, but Positively Nothing Is
Really known About Him-A
Reporters Discovery.

LONDON, Oct 22.-The Whitechapel muir
ders still keep London busy. Scotland Yard
is bard at work hunting in its own peculiarly
fruitless way Newspaper men are writing
md raclsug their brains each day for some
new formula by which to express the fact
that nothing has happened. London's mill
ions Of inhabitants, worked up as they have
never been before, keep on patiently buying
millions and millions OF slSeptical editions
with nothing in them; and mixed up with
the rest, and perfectly safe, is the interesting
human n1oecule who has excited the horror
and interest Of all his fellows by destroying
half a dozen of them In peculiarly inhuman
fashion
The widest ideas about him exist and are
encouraged lie is painted as an aristocrat
rolling in luxury, from which he occasion
ally energies surfeited to dip his hands In
blood for the sake of the pleasant excitement,
or, as a disease eaten wretch, creeping from
slnm to Stun killing and mutilating hays he
meets with, in obedience to the impulse of
blind insanity. Whatever he may be, man,
woman or gorilla, or however he may live,
he is certainly cunning butcher, for scores
of police and detectives know nothing more
about him than that he Is strong, silent, skill
full and quick that he has a very sharp
knife, and that his appearance is calculated
to inspire certain confidence in the lowest
class of women These facts were made plain
ON Sunday morning three weeks ago, when
the bodies Of the two women last killed were
found cut TO pieces within a few blocks of
each other
The comic side which this murder scare
presents, ms do most big things, is supplied by
the bloodhound element The attempt to get
dogs by the keenness of their scent to make
up for detective dullness has been very enter
tanning. The policemen charged with hand
ling the hounds are as much afraid of them
as any murderer could be, and IL is not sur
prising that the poor brutes should have de-
cided few days since to run away and enjoy
themselves, free from the prodding truncheons
of timid constables.
While big bloodhounds and policemen
have been practising and doing nothing,
however, a very small dog from Tilbury has
been gaining glory for himself and little
local reporter who owns him. The reporter,
confident in his dog, took him to the cellar
in Whitehall where the trunk of the muir
dered woman had been found and together
they soon unearthed one of the womans
missing legs. The police, very jealous, sue
ceeded after much trouble in getting one of
their bloodhounds in the dark cellar, but
there he would only lie down and howl, so
that he had to be dragged out again as a
failure
But though they, too, may have failed as
detectives, there is reason TO believe that tho
bloodhounds have succeeded in frightening
tho criminal, which is more than Scotland
Yard men can boast of The widest fairy
tales are daily told of what bloodhounds can
do IN the way of tracking. A murderer,
particularly if an ignorant man, though
ready to defy an army of policemen, might
tremhle at the picture of bloodhound canter-
ing slowly but surely behind him on race
to the gallows
Nhitechapel swarlns with police of every
class Every man win be specially urged to
make unusual efforts, and warned of the fate
that viii overtalSe him on whose beat a MUIR
dered woman is found Every dark corner
and alley win hold one or two detectives
Others viii loo caves dropping on the pallets
Of every lodging house so that the murderer,
no matter how good his intentions, may be
excused for postponing his crime or moving
to some new neighborhood