and âPhantom Stranglerâ and âSunset Killerâ took over the newspapers. From London came special dispatches comparing Bostonâs Strangler with Jack the Ripper. There were parallels but differences, too. Though seventy-five years had passed since Jack the Ripper killed seven women in the slums of London, his file still remained open at Scotland Yard. He had never been caught. He did not strangle his victims; he cut their throats, then dismembered them with the skill of a surgeon. He chose only prostitutesâas if carrying out an awful moral judgment of his ownâand after each murder sent Scotland Yard taunting letters signed âJack the Ripper.â (Some were fiendish beyond belief: in one he enclosed a human kidney, and wrote, âI ate the other one: it was delicious! Yours in Hell, Jack the Ripper.â)
Even as the newspaper reported these parallels, attempts were made to reach out to the Strangler. The Boston Advertiser , remembering the success of a public appeal to the âMad Bomberâ who had terrorized New York in the 1940âs and 1950âs, printed a front page APPEAL TO THE STRANGLER .
âDonât kill again,â it began. âCome to us for help ⦠You are a sick man. You know it â¦â It paid tribute to him as âa clever man smart enough to have avoided detection by the shrewdest detectives in the community,â and went on, âThis appeal is to you the man you were before this terrible urge overwhelmed you. YOU donât want to kill again, but you know you will unless you give yourself up.â
No reply came.
Two days after Labor Day Dr. Richard Ford, Chairman of the Department of Legal Medicine at Harvard University, called together state and Boston law enforcement officials, medical examiners, and psychiatrists to âexchange ideas.â Some way must be devised to meet this siege by a maniac. Boston, with its great universities, its law and medical schools, its hospitals, clinics, and diagnostic centers, its NASA installations, surely possessed as formidable a concentration of human intelligence as anywhere else in the world. It was ironic that this community which called itself the Athens of America, which prided itself upon its rationality, should find itselfâas it did nowâat the mercy of a supreme irrationality.
âSince robbery is not the motive, we are dealing with a demented man,â Dr. Ford said flatly. As chief Suffolk County Medical Examiner, he was familiar with the autopsies of the victims. Beyond his initial statement he would not go. It might be one man, it might be many. âThere is nothing to tie these crimes together, no single proof,â he said. âThe more such things happen, the more are likely to happen becauseâand you can quote meâbecause the world is full of screwballs and there are so many around we just couldnât begin to round them all up.â He and his associates were looking for âa common denominator,â perhaps to be found âin how and when these women met their deaths, or in something about the places in which they lived, or in something relating to their mode of living. All we know is that we are looking for one or more insane persons.â
If one eliminated Margaret Davis, was there a common denominator? Music? Association with a hospital? Helen Blake and Jane Sullivan were nurses. Nina Nichols was a physiotherapist. Anna Slesers and Ida Irga had both recently been outpatients. Had the killer met his victims at a concert or in a hospital, ingratiated himself and so prepared the way for his fatal visit? Was he even now to be found seated quietly in a concert audience, or working in a hospital as an attendant, an orderly, or even a physician?
The ransacking of apartments might also be a common denominator. What was the killer searching for? He searched carefully, and obviously he wore gloves, for no fingerprints had ever been found. Why
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