The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1921-06-28
PART TWO.


you must have read in the account
Of the inquest about the mans cabin, |
Mr.. Holmes" Hopkins went on, but
perhaps your friend here has not heard
of it. He had built himself a wooden
outhouse-he always called 1t the
cabin'-a few hundred yards from his
house, and it was here that he slept
every night. 1t was a little, single
roomed but sixteen feet by ten. He
kept the key in his pocket, made his
own bed, cleaned il himself, and allow
ed no other foot to cross the thresh-
hold. There are small windows on
each side, which were covered by cur
tains and never opened. One of these
windows was turned toward the high
road, and when the light burned in 1t
at night the folk used to point II out
TO each other and wonder what Black
Peter was doing in there. That's the
window, Mr.. Holmes, which gave US
one of the few bits of positive evil
dence that came out at the inquest.
You remember that a stone-mason,
named Slater, walking from Forest
| Row about one o'clock in the morning
| two days before the murder -
stopped as he passed the grounds and
| looked at the square of light still
shining among the trees. He swears
that the shadow of a mans head
! turned sideway was clearly visible on
the blind, and that this shadow was
certainly not that of Peter Carey,
whom he knew well. 1t was that of a
bearded man, but the beard was short
I and bristled forward in a way very
different from that of the captain. So
he says, but he had been two hours in
the public-house, and it is some dis
lance from the road to the window.
Besides, this refers to the Monday,
and the crime was done upon the We'd
inesday.
''On the Tuesday, Peter Carey was
in one of his blacklist moods flushed
with drink and as savage as dan
gerous wild beast. He roamed about
the house and the women ran for it
when the heard him coming. Late in
the evening he went down to his own
hut. About two o'clock the following
morning, his daughter, who slept with
her window open, heard a most fearful
yell from that direction, but it was no
unusual thing for him to baWl and
shout when he was in drink, so no
notice was taken. On rising at seven,
one of the maids noticed that the door
of the hut was open, but so great was
the terror which the man caused that
it was midday before anyone would
venture down to see what had become
Of him. Peeping into the open door
they saw a sight which sent them
flying, with white faces, into the
village. Within an hour I was on the
spot and had taken over the case.
We'll. | have fairly steady nerves
as you know, Mr.. Holmes, but I give
, you my word, that I got shake when
! put my head into that little house
q, 1t was droning like harmonium with
the flies and bluebottles and the foo,
and walls were like slaughter-house
He had called it a cabin, and a cabin
it was, sure enough, for you would
have thought that you were in a ship
There was a bunk at one end, a sea
chest, maps and charts, a picture OF
the Sea Unicorn, line of logbooks on
shelf, all exactly as one would ex
pect to find it in a captains room
And there in the middle of it, was the
man himself-his face twisted like {
lost soul in torment, and his great
brindled beard stuck upwards in his
t agony. Right through his broad
, breast a steel harpoon had beer
= driven, and it had sunk deep into the
! wood of the wall behind him. He was
2 mined like a beetle on a card. o.
1 course, he was quite dead. and haC
r been so from the instant that he ut
S tered that last yell of agony.
: II know your methods, sir, and
= applied them. Before l permitted any
g thing to be moved I examined mos
o carefully the ground outside and alsC
: the floor of the room. There were NJ
+ footmarks."
n Meaning that you saw none?"
d Il assure you, sir, that there wer'
r none"
My good Hopkins, l have investi