The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1889-10-20

later. and lay gasping and moaning on the
sidewalk. Some one had been choking her
inside and her face was black from il. 4
group of young men in corduroy came TO
the door of the pub and grnned at her. Be
fore We were out Of sight the bobby on the
beat walked up with his thumbs in his belt
and asked what was wrong. He seemed
rather used to 1t, and touched the woman
with his foot To see II she would not be
stirred into getting up. At the very next
corner there were cries for the police half
square away. | again stopped and looked
with native curiosity TO see what they were
going Ia do about ii. Really, sir" ex-
claimed the inspector impatiently. eff you
intend stopping to look at all these brawls,
We won't get around the district before to-
morrow night"
Iexplained, timidly, that such an abund-
arce 0 hrawls, as he called them, was
something of novelty.
IF that's the case he told me, "you
ought TO come here on Saturday night and
see court row. All the people on a court
fight at once, and none OF my men dare 20
III until its over We wait outside until
they have exhausted themselves and then
cart them off to the briiewell or the hos
pltais. But rs for these street rows, well.
really you know, we couldn't take notice
OF them. Its part of their daily bread"
After that maintained supreme in
difference to cries or shrieks, whether due
10 the costermonger's jumping on his
mother or the lockers kicking his wife.
The Hamburg street murder was COM
mitsed in the rear of a cat-meat shop at
the foot OF the steps leading from the pass
age-way which cuts through all of these
houses into the back yard. The door, as
the inspector had said. was on the jar and
the woman, knowing this, led the murderer
through the house and into the yard where
she was TO die.
What makes it so easy for him the
Inspector always refsrred 10 the murder as
.him''-"is that the women lead him, OF
their own free will, TO the spot where they
know interruption is least likely. Its not
as If he had TO wait for his chance. they
make the chance for him. And then they
are so miserable and so hopeless, so ut
terly lost TO all that makes a person want
10 live, that tor the sake Of fourpence,
enough to get drunk on. they viii 20 in
any mans company and run the risk that
| il is not him.
! Il can tell them 10 go home, hut they
say they have no 'ome. and when | try TO
/ brighten them and speak OF the danger they
run they II laugh and say, oh know what
you mean. / amt afraid OF him. It's the
/ Ripper or the bridge with me. What's the
oddsG' And it's true: that's the worst OF
it.
The inspector feels his work and It's re-
4 sponsibilities keenly. He talked OF nothing
+. else and he apparently thinks, eats and
sleeps on nothing else. Once or twice he
stopped and. pointing 10 man and woman
1 standing whispering on a Garner. said
/ Now. why isn't that Jack The Ripper
Why not, indeed When was IA tie
/ Scotland Yard museum l expressed some
/ surprise that there were no relics on exhi-
/ ton Of the Nbitechapei murders. the most
/ notorious series of criminal events in the
+ history Of the world when one considers
+ the civilization OF the city and OF the age
in which they have occurred, and
the detective who was showing me
{ aboat said We have no relies: lie never
leaves so much a. 3 rag behind him.
There is 10 more Of clue to that chaps
identity than there Is 10 the identity oil
some murderer who viii Kill some one loo
years from nov.
Bat they have thought they had clues.
f They have thought they had the murderer
himself. perhaps. hundreds Of times.
Suspicion has reStei, so ,he inspector
/ said. on people in every class Of society on
/. club men, doctors and cockers, members