The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-09-19
Berlin Police
 Captue History's
 Worst Degenerate
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(Continued From Page 1.) The International News Service is able today to give exclusively some of the printable details of his blood | ms early youth. He is now more than sixty As young. man, he served fourteen years in the state peniten- 1 t1ary for an attack on a seven year | old girl. After he came out of pris- on, he was watched for a while, but Inen the police lost track of him. The last they knew he was keeping a small butcher shop.
 It is not yet known exactly how
 many girls and women fell victim to | ms dendishness, but evidence on hand connrms his confession of at least twenty murders. They extend prob | aoiy over the last twenty years. The | alnost superhuman cunning which goes with his kind of degeneraty, as hra hem as unmitigated nerve, of the prazen bull sort made 1t possible for nm nm to ply his bestial trade in tbe lhlck Of one of Berlin's busiest. most Ropulated and yet darkest districts Istation. i1ii"ay
 + SinGe his arrest, many persons have d.iI oI the police of having seen almost uay, ean;y, this thin, shabbi1y dressed, ie, shdlng along the narrow little
 streets in that district, Nearly all of
 mem mem recalled that each time tbev saw
 hrn nm, ne carried package usually of
 aTu tigbflv yith wriahpping ping paper. He held it
 glng it to his stomach. ChildrenS
 eeae Ioot tenement tots-have come
 .orward with stories of this ..rboeey so1,a so1etlmes looming up out of
 mem mem with uncanny stare, as tbeS
 playeo ring around a rosy'' in tbe
 Little did those who cauebt s,,cb
 ghmpses of Karl Grossma6 knnW I"Tn
 mat In the packages he ..bueeed.
 werr human flesh and bones. still
 arn, ana that his errand usually
 was one of two things-to sci tbs
 contents to some shady ;tinarart
 butcher or half starved inha bitant nf
 diarhest Berlin, or, if unable thus to
 flver or canal -'o 'he
 sor years the murky waters of the
 oanal ca near Andreas Square and those
 1I the Englebecken (AngePs Rasin1 ments rom nf tlme to time yielded frag-
 eVery resource of the famed Krirne ne iHhal-Poi1zei was employed to track
 uoWn the murderer, but always in vain Girl after girl, woman after
 woman was reported stmysteriousIv nlIss1ng, supposedly a victim of
 Jack, the slaughterer," but never 1eas mas there any substantial clew to iead to his identity.
 Yet, the sight of that filthy sodda,, tehenent room in which the fiend was nnalIy caught red handed. showed ehat one single perfunctory inspection
 
 chnch the gruesome case. and nail the culprit; for it was a veritab abIe slaughter room
 Here is the story of his discovery: Grossman had been living for a long lme in single room on the fourth noor of the house at sS Lange street, ei The room was dingy. but
 bination kitchen, bedroom and par Tor or-and-"operating room Hie trade, to all intents and purposes was to peddle all sorts of cheap nov cities, ranging from trick neckties to obscene postcards. He had ma1. ner of sneaking in and out and sink. ing along the shadows of the alley walls, as if Israid ., his seeing his People in the same house and those adjoining had frequently occa- sion to complain of the mysterious is that none ever "tipped' the DO nce- But it is a shady quarter ot this metropolis and most of it's 1n- habitants have more to hide than te "secret' is only unspeakable mis, cry.
 Often, when mounting the darl
 stairs to his room, Grossman hal him. Never did any one see the same one; it was always new face s Shortly after they got to the room 2 there were usually loud, quarrelsomt q words, some times shouts ant T screams.
 It was on the night of August 22
 that he fetched his latest and las 3 victim up to the slaughter room a Grossman was obviously drunk ant
 made more noise than usual, on go 4 ing up stairs. The door of his room s had hardly been slammed shut whe1 T pitabIe means and screams began f, T be heard. Most of his fellow dwell CTS merely turned over on the othel
 side with a casual remark, ''the o1t q man is at his tricks again." Blu
 the screams grew louder and louder 8 and finally some one notified the DO T lice. When they came the "opera I tion'' was over and the room wa
 dark. To their knocks Grossma1
 gruffly responded that it was too lat J for him to open the door. The.