Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1889-07-11
TRACED BY A POTATO.
Queer Means by Which q Muir.
derer Was Discovered.
His Untrlmmed Nails Left an Accusing
Mark Behind Him Confronted with
the Evidence of His Crime Ho
Commits Suicide.

Zone OF the queerest cases | ever
had," said an old detective, occurred
something over twenty years ago,
when | still had much to learn in my
BUSINESS, and, fortunately for me, knew
that | had. 1t was memorable Us an
illustration of the Importance of small
things and | have pigeon-holed it in
my memory as the affair of the fatal
potato.
IA red-headed servant girl. so scared
that her eyes stood out like Holsters,
rushed into the station-house early one
morning, bowling that all the police
were wanted around at Mr. Morton's.
The sergeant at the desk, supposing
there was probably just some row
among the servants, grlnned at the
sight of her and asked what was the
matter.
''She gave whoop Of Murder! that
raised his hair and startled every one
in the station. The idea OF murder in
The aristocratic mansion of Mr.. Sam
blocks of the station, naturally rather
excited us. Two detailed men and my
self was then ward detective-ran
around there as quickly as we could.
"Sure enough, there had been a
murder. The cook, a sturdily-built,
middle-aged Englishwoman named
Harriet Wardrop, lay on the kitchen
floor, in the back basement, with a
dirty cotton handkerchief twisted and
knotted about her neck, stone dead
and quite cold. When she had not
sent up her employers coffee, which
he was accustomed to taking in bed,
or answered the bell, the red-headed
girl came down to see what was the
matter and that was the plight she
found her in.
1.-The last seen of Harriet alive was
Mt near ten o'clock the night before,
when the two upstairs girls left to &c
to their room in the attic. Her room
was in the basement. ard she said that
she was going to bed in few minutes.
She had had no visitor, never, indeed,
had any, was perfectly sober, and
seemed to be always a woman of per-
fectly correct habits. Really, how.
ever, not much was known about her,
farther than she had come there from
Philadelphia seven or eight months
before with good references, had be.
haved herself we'll and made no con
Gdarts But she must have admitted
to the house the man who choked her
There were no signs of any strug'
gle and there had been no robbery,
Her gold watch was on the kitchen
table, two months wages in her peck
ct, and no attempt seemed to have
been made at plumber in the still
richer field upstairs. Why had she
been killed. 1t was mysterious. On,
of the cops with me was so puzzled
that he declared it must be case o
suicide. / saw that she had beer
strangled and l wondered what {
strong fellow the murderer must have
been to have twisted, with fatal effect
so soft a band as a handkerchief abou
so big and solid a neck, and to do it Sc
deity and powerfully as to prevent ar
outcry or even a struggle. 1t takes {
good deal of pressure to squeeze il
whole neck so tightly as to cause
death.
..But when came to examine mor'
closely found that a novel and inge
nious device had been employed t.
make the job easier. Folded into thu
handkerchief and placed so that i
would press directly upon the wind
pipe. was potato about the size of I
hens egg. While turning the tube
over in my hand, / noticed that Their
were two deep curving cuts in it
smooth, creamy skin, such as would b
made by finger nails clutching it, ant
each showed thin line of blue color
At first / thought nothing of that, TO
j knew that some potatoes, such a
the Neshannocls, have delicate ski
of violet tint under the white outside
Rut when l looked more carefully
saw that this potato was not Neshan
mock. but an Early Rose, which-as
soon proved by scratching it-had n
such colored second skin, and l oh
served that the blue color scenes
to 90 deeper than merely The sur
face