The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1891-03-11
is TIE CRIMINAL A WOMAN!
AN ENGLISH DETECTIVES THEORY.
The Most Rational Explanation Of the Aw-
tut Cr;m-s-Anoti.e BsIIam Mystery
That Explained the Appalling
Whitechapcl Horrors

GfeROry Writing recently from l<nuOn 10
the New York World Three weeks ago
came to the unalterable conviction that
the person who has committed these APP
palling crimes is a woman.
When first set to work was looking
for addressed man, presumably for
eigner, who at various times had been
seen talking with these disreputable
women, and who it was surmised might be
the assassin. | heard OF him here and
there. There was plenty of people who
had seen him, but he or any trace OF his
whereabouts was nowhere to be found.
Night after night 1 prowled about the
dens and rookeries of Whitechapel hoping
to stumble on a clue, but always going
home at dawn worn out and disappointed.
Two points about these crimes always
struck me-the CELEBRITY and the silence
with which the victims of this mysterious
murderer were dispatched. In many
cases the bodies were yet warm when dis
covered: vet who had ever heard a shrek
or cry for help from these poor creatures?
/ soned that the mysterious fiend must
| be as velvet-ioo,ed as a cat and as swift as
| a serpent. Who was this man who crept
out of the night as noise'essly as PAN
Their from a thicket, pounced on his prey
ami then shrunk away through the ght?
/ thought, and thought, until my brain
seemed bursting, and yet found myself as
lar away from any discovery as ever.
One day in early June, 1889, was sent
for by the Inspector. He was alone and
busy with some writing. He looked up in
his quick, blunt fsshion;
"Well, Gregory, have you discovered
anything"
absolutely nothing"
"Um-er-how would you like bit of
relaxaiion?"
II should be glad of it, sir" for. to tell
the truth, the strain of the mystery was
getting unsupportable. 1t was always
with me ni9ht and day, and my dreams
were full of il.
"a mysterious affair has occurred in
Hackney. Mrs. Capt. Molyneux, the
widow of an Irish officer, has just called
on me in regard to a loss she has sustained.
1t seems" ana the inspector consulted his
notes, that a magnificent Scotch collie,
the iavorite dog OF her dead husband and
very dear TO her on that account, was
found this morning in her courtyard AL,
MANNED and mulated in a shocking man
ner. The lady is not aware that she has
an enemy in the world, and the animal,
she states, was the pet of The entire Reign
borhoOd- She is exceedingly anxious that
tine person who so cruelty murderer her
dog shall be found and punished. You
may 90 there at once. look about and see
what you can discover"
/ Immediately took my way to the al
dress he gave, and was soon in the pleas
ant drawing-room of a tidy little house in
Hackney.
While waiting for the mistress OF the
ne use to appear looked about. Two win
dows opening on the back piazza attracted
my attention. From them ! looked into
the courtyard, where, covered from the
rays OF the sun, lay large object which
assumed was the murdered animal. Two
or three steps led from the piazza into the
court. ALI" l said TO myself very easy
for an inmate OF the house to reach the
kennel"
looked around the room. 1t was the
well furnished drawing.room of people
WHO had seen better days. The furniture
was handsome, but old-faskioned and
faded. There was a large bookcase well
filled with volumes of fiction and travel.
By a lady's low chair stood tiny table on
which lay some neediework and an open
book Care essly / lifted the latter and
glanced at it. 1t was collection of stories
BY Erkmann-C hatrian. A few sentences
cleaned at random riveted my attention.
l became absorbed in what | was reading
when suddenly, without any warning
sound whatever, | was conscious some one
was standing close behind me.
! must confess had curious sensation.
1t was not quite fear, but something Dor
dering on it. / absolutely dreaded turn
ing to look
With an effort l did so, and faced
woman so strikingly beautiful that for a
moment | was startled. She was tall and
| ender, but her figure was suggestive of
| great strength. Her hsnds | specially no
ticed. They looked 60 strong and her fin
| gers were so long. They had a strange
| little trick, too, OF slowly clu,ching the
folds OF her long black gown. Her hair
was-weli, tawny descr bes it better than
any other adjective. Her brow was low,
and from under her thick eyebrows, which
net, cleaned eyes as yellow and lambert
as topaz. AS ] looked at them | instantly
| thought how they must glow in dark
Tocm, and the idea was not pleasant one.
! Only one detail of her dress caught my no
/ tice and that was the ugly brooch she
wore. 1t was deaths head OF white en-
amel, and in the eye Sits tiny rubies
| sparkled. Against the background of her
| black gown this ornament showed with
| gruesome effect.
"Mrs. Molyneux, 1 fancy?" said ], with
| profound bow.
"No, | am Ers. Desmond, friend OF
| Mrs. Molyneux. She is so i'll over the loss
| OF her pet that she sent me down to see
! you. 1 can give you all necessary inforIna-
ton. Perhaps you would like to see poor
Jock"-and without waiting for an answer
/ she elided before me 10 the courtyard,
threw back the covering. and l looked
upon a piece OF fendish work which,
strong man as l am, made me turn quite
sick. The animals throat had been cut,
| he had been stabbed in thirty different
! places, besid,s being otherwise frightfully
mutilated.
'Is it not shbckne?" asked Mrs. Des-
mond. Her voice was cold and affected
mo disagrceably. ''The person who killed
J Jock must have quite reyeled in his work"
/ The tones of her voice grew warmer now.
"What a qualification for the blood-thirsty
! wretch"
l looked sharply at this woman who, in
stead of weeping. could stand there and
coolly analyze the feelings of the dogs
slayer. Her eyes were very bright and
dry, and scarlet spots burned on each
cheek.
al saw dog killed the other day in the
country. He was supposed TO be mad.
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