The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-11-24

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From the Melbourne Argus
Il was bitterly cold in the city on March
I g. 1892. and tiny stalactites Of slowly thaw-
| ing ice hung from the heavy mustache Of
a strongly built man who had just come
I in from the street outside and was rest
ing his elbows on the mahogany writing
table of one Of the largest dealers in
dairy produce in London. The dealer
and his visitor talked in rapid confiden-
tial tones upon business matters, upon
the prices and qualities and grades Of
butter; upon the state of the market, car
goes and methods of packing. the pres
ent glut and the future prospects of Dan
ish, Normandy and the Australian sorts.
Cling-a-iing-a-ling went an electric bell
| across the passage, and in a moment or
two a well-dressed Office boy knocked at
the door, and, addressing the latest
conner said: You're wanted at the tele-
phone. sir"
The stoutly built man stepped across
to the telephone and raised the receiver
to his ear.
"Hullo. there. Is that you. Lower"
came a voice out of nowhere, olsen
tangling itself with difficulty from the
confused current of interviewer noises
!
wires.
yes. Who's speaking?"
"TOwnend, at the Argus office. Look
here I want to see you as soon as posi-
BILE. There's a big murder case on in Aus
tralia. and we've just got cable from
the Office in Melbourne instructing us to
make inquiries at this end. Be as sharp
as YOU can"
Mr.. Samuel Lowe, member of the Lon
D q nrOnnnn
strument hastily, apOlogized to the mer-
chant, and Went down the office stairs
three steps at time. Commerce alb
serbs a large amount of the average
| pressmans time and attention. but it
sinks into insignificance in the presence
of-Crime.
A quarter of an hour later Mr.. Lowe
and Mr.. Townend were staring intently
at the sheet of paper lying on the table
before them. The cable message from
Melbourne read simply: Inquire Scot
land Yard, Williams murder Send por-
| traits. Interview mother"
MIR. Townend looked at Mr.. Lowe inter
rogatiYely Mr.. Lowe looked at Mr..
HOwnend affrmatively. "All right" ne
said, IN look after it."
The Bow street officials were polite, but
unsatisfactory. They had never heard Of
murder in Australia in which a person
OF the name of Williams was concerned.
1t was as though one had asked them for
details about man named Smith wanted
for forgery committed on the shores
of Bafin's Bay. A close examination of
newspaper Mes at the Central News
agency failed to disclose any accounts
of the murder mentioned in the cable
message, and two hours had passed with
out the faintest light being shed upon
the occurrence.
Scotland Yard. cabby," shouted the
stoutly built man through the aperture
in the roof of the hanson, and sat back
in the seat to think hard, as the expert
enced London cabhorse skated over the
slippery wood blocks Of the Strand head
ing for the mysterious building in which
the highest detective acumen of England
daily gathers up the clues of information
that come, rolling in from every quarter
Of the globe. So busy, indeed, were the
autocrats of the metropolitan police and
the detective department, that they could
not even see Mr., Lowe when he sent his
name IN by the German man servant If
Mr.. Lowe desired any information he
must be kind enough to forward his re-
quest by letter. This seemed a little dis
I courteous on the part of Supt Shore and
Supt. Anderson, but the occupant of the
hanson cab had still another string to
into the city, Mr. Lowe again devoted
/ himself to an accomplishment which is
unfortunately, growing somewhat rare
that of thinking. As a result of his cogi-
tations, the cab horse was pulled on to
his launches in front of a red lamp and
Mr.. Lowe lost no time in explaining the
position to an old acquaintance of his
the police official in charge.
Il fancy this is what you want" said
the officer, with a smile, as he spread the
information sheet for that very day on
the desk before him, and pointed to entry
No. A. which contained full description
of Albert Williams, wanted for wife muir
der at Melbourne on Christmas Eve 1891
The entry set forth that Williams spoke
/ with a Lancashire accent, and stayed
formerly at Rainhill. 1t was signed by
Supt. Shore.
Mr.. Lowe devoured that information
sheet with the hearty appetite of one who
has been subjected to semi-starvation for
some time past. He committed the entry
TO memory verbatim by reading it over
carefully two or three times a knack
which is always useful 70 journalist NJ
Blowitz, the Paris correspondent of the
| Times, proved its value when he learned
OF the terms of peace at the close of the
Franco-German war in one reading, and
telegraphed them in eXtenso to his paper
only, NJ Blowitz was dealing with murder
on the grand scale-the murder that is
committed with grape and shrapnel and
/ bayonets at the charge
When Mr. Lowe returned to Scotland
Yard, after a hurried visit to the Argus
Office. in Fleet street, he had letter from
Mr. Townend to Superintendent Shore re-
qUesting information, in his pocket and
he had the information itself up his sleeve
Warned by his previous experience he
omitted the formality of sending in his
card, and, running up a flight of stone
steps and along passage, entered Supt.
Shores private room and introduce him
self in person. The superintendent eyed
him coldly, and read the letter asking for
particulars as to the murder and for the
address of Mrs. Williams" in Liverpool
Il know nothing at all about it," said
the superintendent, in the measured tones
of a man who has learned by long expe-
rience to be economical in administering
his stock of veracity, and moreover"
he added, with engaging frankness, IF
did know, should not tell you"
Mr.. Lowe leaned across the table with
a queen smile and looked straight into
the superintendents eyes. CAS- you know
nothing about the matter" he said per
haps you will allow me to enlighten YOU.
Albert Williams murdered his wife in Mel
bourne on Christmas eve. He formerly
staid at Rainhill. He speaks with a strong
Lancashire accent, and there is a detailed
description of him published as the forty
fourth entry in to-day's information sheet
1t is doubtless correct, for the memo,
bears your own signature, Superintendent
Shore"
The superintendent sprang to his feet.
THE man who told you this shall be dis
missed from the force he Kissed, with an
oath.
Don't you think you had better find
him first?' replied the other. with inst
the suspicion of sneer. And you NAV
discover, when you have got him. that he
is not under your authority. The city DO
lice and the metropolitan constabularv
are very different bodies as YOU know =
Few men would attempt to blum a Scot
land Yard superintendent in his own mi
lieu, but Mr.. Lowe tried il on for the sake