Jack The Ripper: Newly Discovered Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Holy Ghost Writer Page B
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her death, she had a little money from cleaning. Off into oblivion she went—which Holmes noted seemed to be a pattern with the victims. A drunk woman was less likely to be alert and would prove much easier to overcome than a woman in complete charge of her faculties.
The investigation also revealed that many people had seen Liz before her death. As Constable William Smith was walking his beat that night, he saw Liz talking to a man around 12:30 A.M. He said the man was about thirty years old, very short—about five foot five inches tall—and had dark features. He was dressed in a dark coat, with a deerstalker hat on. He had a package in his hands.
Another witness, Israel Schwartz, saw a man talking to a woman about 12:45 A.M. The man shoved the woman into the street and she cried out softly three times. Schwartz did not see that the woman was in any immediate danger, and, thinking it was only a domestic dispute, he walked on. He did, however, notice another man of about thirty-five years old and height around five feet eleven inches, who was standing and watching the woman while smoking a pipe. Schwartz also noticed that the other man called out to the man with the pipe. Perhaps there is even a pair of killers , Holmes thought. It is something to consider.
William Marshall had been standing near the murder site about 11:45 P.M. He said that he had also seen Liz talking to a middle-aged man wearing what he called a “sailor” hat. The man looked to be about five feet six inches tall, was a little stout, and spoke like an educated man. It might not have been the murderer, since the conversation occurred almost an hour before the crime, but Holmes wouldn’t rule it out.
James Brown was another witness who had seen Liz talking to a man of about five feet seven inches in a dark, long overcoat, minutes before her death. He heard Liz tell the man “not tonight, some other night.”
These three witnesses had described someone who might have been the same man, Holmes thought, if you put all of their accounts together.
Holmes turned to the task of reading about and interviewing witnesses for Catherine’s murder.
Catherine, until she was twenty-one years old, lived with her aunt because her mother and father had died. She did not appear to be a prostitute like the others, but one could not be sure of this if times were tough—perhaps she had just recently turned to the streets to make a living.
Holmes discovered from police records that Catherine had spent the night before in the police station. Officers had found her in a drunken stupor, propped up against a fence. The officers put her in a cell to sober up. She was so intoxicated that she did not even know her own name.
She woke up and was released at 1:00 A.M. on September 30 and was last seen walking in the direction of Mitre Square at the same time the murderer would have been traveling to the same destination.
Holmes had a note that Joseph Lawende, a cigarette salesman, had seen Catherine and a man talking on the street about 1:35 A.M., just ten minutes before her murder. Lawende said the man looked to be about thirty years old and stood about five foot seven inches tall; he had a mustache, a fair complexion, and a more or less average build. He was dressed like a sailor with a gray jacket and a red handkerchief tied around his neck. Lawende had said Catherine seemed relaxed, and perhaps had been familiar with the man.
Holmes had not eaten any breakfast, so he went over to a table where food and coffee and tea had been set up for all to enjoy. He had already helped himself to a sausage and a steaming cup of tea when Inspector Grant walked up.
“We are going to release the letter and post card today,” Grant told Holmes. “The public has the right to know what we are up against so they can try to protect themselves. Perhaps if people see this is indeed a serial killer, they will be more cautious as they go about their lives.”
“I agree, sir.”
“Have
The investigation also revealed that many people had seen Liz before her death. As Constable William Smith was walking his beat that night, he saw Liz talking to a man around 12:30 A.M. He said the man was about thirty years old, very short—about five foot five inches tall—and had dark features. He was dressed in a dark coat, with a deerstalker hat on. He had a package in his hands.
Another witness, Israel Schwartz, saw a man talking to a woman about 12:45 A.M. The man shoved the woman into the street and she cried out softly three times. Schwartz did not see that the woman was in any immediate danger, and, thinking it was only a domestic dispute, he walked on. He did, however, notice another man of about thirty-five years old and height around five feet eleven inches, who was standing and watching the woman while smoking a pipe. Schwartz also noticed that the other man called out to the man with the pipe. Perhaps there is even a pair of killers , Holmes thought. It is something to consider.
William Marshall had been standing near the murder site about 11:45 P.M. He said that he had also seen Liz talking to a middle-aged man wearing what he called a “sailor” hat. The man looked to be about five feet six inches tall, was a little stout, and spoke like an educated man. It might not have been the murderer, since the conversation occurred almost an hour before the crime, but Holmes wouldn’t rule it out.
James Brown was another witness who had seen Liz talking to a man of about five feet seven inches in a dark, long overcoat, minutes before her death. He heard Liz tell the man “not tonight, some other night.”
These three witnesses had described someone who might have been the same man, Holmes thought, if you put all of their accounts together.
Holmes turned to the task of reading about and interviewing witnesses for Catherine’s murder.
Catherine, until she was twenty-one years old, lived with her aunt because her mother and father had died. She did not appear to be a prostitute like the others, but one could not be sure of this if times were tough—perhaps she had just recently turned to the streets to make a living.
Holmes discovered from police records that Catherine had spent the night before in the police station. Officers had found her in a drunken stupor, propped up against a fence. The officers put her in a cell to sober up. She was so intoxicated that she did not even know her own name.
She woke up and was released at 1:00 A.M. on September 30 and was last seen walking in the direction of Mitre Square at the same time the murderer would have been traveling to the same destination.
Holmes had a note that Joseph Lawende, a cigarette salesman, had seen Catherine and a man talking on the street about 1:35 A.M., just ten minutes before her murder. Lawende said the man looked to be about thirty years old and stood about five foot seven inches tall; he had a mustache, a fair complexion, and a more or less average build. He was dressed like a sailor with a gray jacket and a red handkerchief tied around his neck. Lawende had said Catherine seemed relaxed, and perhaps had been familiar with the man.
Holmes had not eaten any breakfast, so he went over to a table where food and coffee and tea had been set up for all to enjoy. He had already helped himself to a sausage and a steaming cup of tea when Inspector Grant walked up.
“We are going to release the letter and post card today,” Grant told Holmes. “The public has the right to know what we are up against so they can try to protect themselves. Perhaps if people see this is indeed a serial killer, they will be more cautious as they go about their lives.”
“I agree, sir.”
“Have
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