The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-10-27
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ened and that there was cruel glitter in bis
! eyes. Things of this sort never strike one
at the moment, but are vivid when real
| lied. When l remember his looks wond
cred that he had not killed the monkey for
attacking him, ana reflected that the man
must have a hot temper when aroused.
do not suppose / devoted over five minutes
70 this train Of thought. AS time passed by
forgot my surroundings while busy with
the pencil. Peter bad been gone about
| thirty minutes, as / after ward figured up,
when / was suddenly clutohed by the throat.
was leaning back against q tree hardly
larger than a mans arm, aud was reclin-
Ing to the left. NV eyes caught no glimpse
OF anything, nor had my ears detected the
slightest sound to put me on my guard.
The first sensation was exactly like that
OF falling. l remember q roaring in my
ears and fireworks dancing before my eyes,
aud wss perfectly conscious that my
throat was in the clutch Of human fingers.
What saved me was the tree aud the posi-
a
struggled TO break the clutch, but did put
forth mighty effort My right shoulder
and arm were q clever against the
strangler's right wrist, and as I
hesved I broke his clutch and
lsaped to my feet. 1t was Peter, as
you have suspected. He had only gone a
few rods away and then turned aud creps
back on me like a serpent. His route was
through bushes aud vines, but when l came
m I ~ eh.S ~
had broken twig. My springiug UP threw
him down, but he was on his feet like cat
and with cry like that Of an enraged beast
he sprsng for my throat again. HIS eyes
we're fairly blazing, his face distorted with
passion, aud I realized In an Instant that IL
was his life or niue.
He clutchsd for my throat with his right
hand as we rolled about and caught the
ends of his first tive fingers in nay teeth and
bit to the bone. That one bite gave me the
victory. Still gripping his fingers 1 strug.
gled to my knees, reaching fer my revolver,
and had this muzzle TO bis body when the
thought flashed across my mind that he was
the professional stranger wanted by the
police. Up TO that instant had no thought
as to why he attacked me. When dropped
his fingers and covered him with the re-
volver be made no further resistance. The
native Of India, like the Arab. believes in
fate.
"Sshib, you have won," be said as stood
over him. at was TO be, aud so it is. Do
as you will with me-"
Peter. why should you seek my lifeln I
asked, even yet half hoping there might be
some mistake about il.
"Why did strangle the others, sahibl A
voice commanded me, Aud obeyed."
GOOD heavensl hut you are not the muir.
derer Of tas farmer, the clerk, and the SOL
full TO the EugiishW
Even 80, sehib. II was 50 be, and 10 is
Take me to the police and / will admit
everything and die like a man."
drove him before me until we eucount-
cred troop OF cavalry which had been
securing the ceuatry for suspects, and
which was then returnizg TO town with 40
less than twenty-slx prisoners. Had Peter
denied his admissions to me nothiaR could
have been proved, aud he only would have
been punished for assault. But he felt that
fate had delivered him into the hands Of his
enemies, aud he was willing to hslp convict
himself. He gave the particulars OF each
murder with such detail that no doubt could
exist. II was the sergeant who had lAcera-
tod his hands. He was keeping shady while
be waited for them to heal. he would not
have accompanied me that day but for the
fear that he might be Suspected, though, as
u LldtSoE VI AAubs AS WOulA nave DeSu AulOuK
the very last to fall under the ban.
81 had no thought Of strangling you wheA
we started out" he said to nae after his
trial. "It was only after you had noticed
my hands. While you appeared Indifferent,
was afraid that you suspected. !, could
have snatched away your pistol and shot
you dead, or l could have beaten you TO
death with club, but my oresd would not
permit. l must either strangle you or let
you live on. Had l been successful should
have made my way north as fast as pos
sible."
He did not hesitate to tell the police that
he was professional stranger, and it was
with considerable pride that he exhibited his
fattensd thumbs and illustrated the man.
nsr in which the deadly clutch was made.
He had been professional for upward Of
twenty years. He spent one whole day
making out list Of dates, localities, and
victims, and the number Of murders was
appalling. The figures ran up to forty-two
or forty-thres, and there were seven Euro
peans among them. He begged no ones
forgi veneSs-had no apology 90 offer.
Peter wsnt to the gallows with the utmost
Indifference. He did not even betray the
anxiety Of q man walking about the street.
lie was, I believe, the last professional
stranger executed in that province, al
though his class hourished elsewhere and
were picked up one by one for many years
after.