Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1892-01-21


Then to the doctor he said:
"You do not help yourself by such
struggles. I've had many man in your
fix before"
what imp OF hell are your Kissed the
physician from between his teeth.
my name is Simon Cathcart," replied
the oldNN,n quietly
The name appeared to calm the doc
tor, and he muttered:
"'The Devil Of the Westv Harry said
he was in the city, WE'LL" he cried
aloud, "it's lie. Why do you charge
me, one of New Yorks foremost physi-
cans and surgeons, with such thing?"
because you killed those two help
less and inoffensive women, that's why"
Tho cold, positive tone of the old de-
tective enraged him again.
cts lie. You couldn't have known
it. Nobody could"
"Bahl" replied Cathcart, "you'ro
baby. You don't even know enough to
cover your tracks. When first saw the
bodies knew physician-a surgeon
had done the job. You couldn't keep
the shop out of it. You cut the carotid
artery in each case, not as bungler, but
rs n surgeon performs an operation"
The idea that the crime might be
traced to u surgeon in this way had not
occurred to the doctor, and he seemed
frightened at the sagacious penetration
displayed by the detective.
''You did it with lancet continued
Cathcart And taking the one the serv-
ant had found on the floor from his
pocket, he added "Aud with this lancet,
which you foolshly left behind you
after the second murder. And this
lancet came from this case"
Tho old man crossed to the mantel-
piece, and taking up the case continued.
rs he opened it:
ut belongs to this set. 1t is precisely
tho same maEe--same tortoise shell ham
die, and here is the place from which it
came-a vacant place waiting for it
since the fifth day Of October. Bah!
You haven't even attempted to cover
your tracks. You, IL smart man."
The physician, apparently crushed and
kumiliatcd, turned look of horror upon
the mercilcss old man.
Dorison. filed with pity for the poor
wretch. failing to realize that the muir
derer OF his half sister lay bound before
him, thought Cathcart brutal in his tri-
unph over the prisoner, but the old man
had Il purpose in the course he was pur-
suing.
Bah! If you were as skillful muir
derer rs you are a surgeon you would
not have made tracking so easy. Your
very skill as IL surgeon undid you, and it
WAS only u question as to when we
would get around you. Murder is a fine
art Il man said Yesterday. When man
undertakes to DO two in one night he
wants to he Il master of the art"
The man on tie floor made gallant
effort to retrieve himself. He was not a
coward. He had been overwhelmed by
the unexpected blow. But now that
vigorous brain came into action, he re-
covered self possession and was cool and
master of himself.
"You are very keen" he said with
snecr. "Do You know that thousand
such cases Of instruments can be found
III the city, and that surgeons usually
carry their lancets in their pockets If
you will permit one Of these gentlemen
to feel in my right hand vest pocket you
will find another lancet exactly similar
to the one you have in your hand"
The total change in the manner of the
physician startled Dorison, and his
words made him believe Cathcart had
made a blunder in arresting the doctor
OH slight a ground,
"Ill take your word for it," said Cath
cart calmly And you take my word
that III find the case to which it belongs
in your consulting ROOM"
The expression passing over the doc
tors face assured Cathcart that his haz-
ard had been a winning one.
Dorison experienced revulsion, and
was deceived, surprising that, unob-
served by him, the old man had made
the discovery the previous evening when
the doctor was examining his arm.
Yes, you carried the lancet in your
vest pocket the night you went to
Blocker street to kill that poor girl, ="
continued Cathcart. land you put it
back IN your vest pocket when you hur-
ried 10 East Sixteenth street to kill the
poor mother i'll the same manner. There,
however, you left it on the floor behind
You"
There was a rap at the door. Cathcart
sprauG TO it hastily. 1t was the attend
ant desiring to tell the doctor that those
IN waiting We're becoming impatient.
"D.Hai-- them all, and say that the
doctor VIII be unable to see any more
today and he closed the door
There is no escape for you, DR.. Fas-
sert, The whole of the story is plain
will tell it, not because it will be new to
you, but because it will show that there
is no use for you to struggle against your
fate.
You committed a crime in your
younger days. Harry Langdon, alias
Harold Parish, was cognizant Of it, and
held You so firmly in his grip that you
were y slave to lis orders"
"Ah, tho doggish houndl He has in