Connecticut western news., 1895-01-10
MARKED IN BLOOD.

On Sept IF the inspector of police at the Remington Road police station was preparing to go home, it being a. m. and his night duty over, when he was stopped by an elderly woman, who rush ed into the room and cried:
 ''Oh, do send some one, sir, to 118 Wernham road. My poor old masters s been cruelty murdered. He's lying in his room in pool of blood like river. It must have been done in the night. Do come at once, sir. !"
 On the way to Wernham road the in- spector questioned the housekeeper.
 "Who sleeps in the house besides yourself and the old gentleman" he asked.
 .'Not blessed soul, sir" cried Mrs. Masters. "Only me and my poor old master. Sich nice, regular man as he was, comin 'ome every night to is tea and always in bed by 10 o'clock. Oh, it's cruel thingp
 Did any one visit him last night that you know of?' asked the inspector.
 ''Not that know of, sir, but to tell you the truth was in bed myself early last night, 'avin a bad attack of 'ead- ache. The old gentleman always let 'imself ill with is latchkey, as he naturally would. He come to bed after I was asleep, for never 'eard i'm come in.
 "His supper was always laid out ready for i'm in the dinin room, and he wouldn't want no waitin on, so there was nothin wrong in my bein off to bed as I did, 'avin, as said, bad cad ache and bein very subject to sick 'ead- aches, which, as you may know, sir, are very unpleasant, to say the least of them, and"--
 Was the supper eaten?" said the in- spector, interrupting the woman's elo- quence.
 "Well, sir, to say the truth, I've not thought of lookin. Directly see i'm alvin there off to the station as lard as I can go. can't sleep in the place tonight That I can't"
 By this time they had reached the house and went up stairs. The inspector and his man went in and locked the door behind them. A knock was heard at the door.
 "Can come in?' said Mrs. Masters.
 Certainly" replied the inspector "Open the door, Jenkins. We shall want her no doubt"
 "Poor, dear manp cried the lady again when she saw the body of the old man. tThe monstersP' She burst into tears.
 "You had better go for surgeon, '" said MT. Bevis to the constable. "He ought to sec the body as soon. as possi- ble, as we shall want his report on it. ''
 While the man was gone the in- spector, accompanied by Mrs. Masters, visited every room in the house. Every thing was orderly and untouched.
 The assassin must have left the place by the ordinary means of egress, for all the windows were locked. The front door, Mrs. Masters told the in spector, would no doubt have been un- bolted in any case, for MT. Mayne Cher master, the man who lay dead) never bolted it if he let himself in, leaving her to do so
 They reached the dining room and found that the supper had been eaten: The bottle of ale was finished, there re. maining only small portion in the tumbler. The old man had evidently made a hearty meal and gone to his room.
 The constable returned in half al hour with a divisional surgeon, Mir Brooks. That gentleman made minute examination of the corpse and said that the cause of death was 8 knife wound in one of the veins of the thigh. The old man must have bled to death and the process of dying must have beer prolonged. He should have had an op portunity of calling for help. Mrs. Mas ters was certain, however, that he hat not done so.
 ''I'm light sleeper, gentlemen, , she said, addressing the three men land the slightest thing wakes me. | he'd called out at the door, must have 'eard i'm. It's certainty.'' Quite so," said the surgeon. (" have no doubt, my good woman, tha you are not at all to blame, but WI | shall, of course, go further into tn, | thing at the Inquest. At present ther, seems nothing to show by whose hand the old man died"
 What's that book doing there?' sait l the inspector abruptly, pointing to dictionary which lay close to the o1t man. It was not beside him, but on chair just above his head
 "A dictionary apparently, said tn, surgeon, glancing at it. By Jovep | he cried suddenly as he turned over tn, leaves. Whats this? Every now ant then come to word against whicl there is mark in blood. This i strange"
 "Is it blood or red ink, sir?' asket | Mrs. Masters. "I know my poor olt master used to study good deal, ant it's just possible he's been marki1 words down in that book which b might want to look up again"
 "There's no mistaking-it's blood, said the surgeon, holding the book to ward the light, ''and fresh blood too If I'm not very much mistaken, this some sort of clew to the mystery.
 The inspector took the book from tn surgeon and glanced at it keenly.
 "Upon my word," he cried, ''I be lfeve you're right. There seems some thing methodical in these ocoasiona marks of blood against certain words This is going to be interesting"
 At the coroner's inquest the followin report from Inspector Beyis was put ir