New York, November 10. (Special)
The World's copyright cable, dated London, November 9, says:
Another horrible murder of the well known Whitechapel type was perpetrated this morning within 300 yards of the spot where the woman Annie Chapman was killed last September. The details of the tragedy are even more revolting than of the six which preceded it. The accurate circumstances of the affair are difficult to discover, the police, as usual, placing every obstacle in the way of the investigations of reporters. But all reports go to prove it a murder far surpassing in fiendish atrocity all the terrible crimes with which the east end of London has been familiarized within the past six months. A woman, 26 years old, named
had lived for four months in the front room on the second floor of a house up an alley known as Cartin's court in Dorset street. This poor woman was in service a short time ago, but since she came to reside in the street had been recognized by the neighbours as a person who, like many of her sex in the east end, managed to eke out a wretched existence by the practice of immorality under the most degrading conditions. The court faces a small square with a narrow entrance and is surrounded by squalid lodging houses with rooms to let to women of the unfortunate class. Mrs. Kelly is described as a tall woman,
with a dark complexion, and as generally wearing an old black velvet jacket. She was wearing this jacket this morning, when about 8.15 she went down the court, jug in hand, and returned shortly afterwards with milk for her breakfast. This was the last seen of her alive. The woman was behind in her rent and had been told by her landlord that he would put her out if she did not pay him today. She went to the streets last night to earn money to pay her rent, and it seems to be clearly established that she returned to her room with a man. No one has been found who saw the man go in, but some neighbors heard him talking with Mrs. Kelly in the room and heard her singing as though drunk. At 11 this morning a man named Bowyer, an agent of the landlord, went to Mrs. Kelly's room to collect the rent. When he knocked at the door he received no answer. Removing the curtain drawn across the window of the room and looking through a broken pane, Bowyer saw the woman lying in bed on her back,
while marks of blood were all over the place. He tried the handle of the door and found it locked, while the key had been removed from the lock. Without going into the room Bowyer called the police, who promptly proceeded to conceal all the facts in the case. In less than two hours the doctors had the body in the morgue and were examining it precisely as they did the Miter (sic) square victim. They refused to give any details concerning the examination, but one of the physicians present admitted that he had passed much of his life in the dissecting rooms, but had never seen such a horrible spectacle as the murdered woman. The man who was called to identify the body
which seems to be reliable. The head was nearly severed from the shoulders, and the face was lacerated almost beyond recognition. The breasts were both cut off and laid on a table, and the heart and liver placed between the woman's legs. The matrix was missing. There seemed to be at least forty cuts on the body, and big pieces of flesh were literally stripped off and strewed on the floor. There were no indications in this case of a hand skilled in the use of the knife. The body was literally hacked to pieces, but there is no doubt at all that it is the work of the person who has been known throughout the world as the Whitechapel murderer.
is as deep as that of the preceding crimes. The fiend got away without leaving the slightest clue. He chose his time well. At the moment when Bowyer discovered the murdered body that gorgeous annual nuisance which goes by the name of the Lord Mayor's Show, blocking up the traffic of the great city for hours, was being organized near the Mansion House, scarcely a mile away. Nearly 3,000,000 people were packed in the streets between the Mansion House and Trafalgar square, with nearly every policeman in the town posted along the curb to keep them in order. The rigid police patrol maintained in Whitechapel since the last murder in October was
and on that day the assassin struck down another victim. It is scarcely necessary to say much about Mrs. Kelley (sic). She was a married woman who fell into dissolute ways and was deserted by her husband. She had a boy 11 years old, who was begging in the streets while his mother was murdered. The woman had been living with a man who sells oranges on the streets and on whom, as he could not be found, suspicion at once reverted. But he turned up all right and fainted when he was shown the murdered woman's body.
Like the sands that slowly filter through an hour glass,
in the street, which had been cheering the new lord mayor, found their way to Whitechapel. When the news of the murder was read, every heart was filled with horror. "When is this thing going to end? How long is this fiend in human form to carve people to pieces under the noses of the police, and mock at their feeble efforts to catch him? " was the cry on all sides. The London police are not allowed to club a crowd into submission, as the New York police are permitted to do, except in the case of an absolute riot. But the indignation and excitement was so great in Whitechapel today that it became necessary to use harsh means. Profiting by their previous blunders, the police called a photographer to take a picture of the room before the body was removed. This gives rise to a report that there was some
though three or four people who were allowed to enter the room say they did not observe it. Probably they were too excited to note such details. A young and pretty woman who knew the murdered woman well says about 10 o'clock last night she met her, and that she said she had no money, and that if she could not get any she would never go out on the streets again, but would do away with herself. Soon after they parted, a man described as having been respectably dressed came up and spoke to the murdered woman, and offered her money. The woman was then accompanied by the man home to her lodgings. The little boy was removed from the room and taken to a neighbor's house. The boy has been found and corroborates this, but says he cannot remember the man's face.
is worth mentioning. The murder was not made public until 12 o'clock. Mrs. Paumier, who seems to be a reliable person, and sells walnuts in Sandy's row, near the scene of the murder, states that at 11 o'clock today a respectably dressed man, carrying a black bag, came up to her and began talking about the murder. He appeared to know everything about it, but did not buy any walnuts, and after standing a few minutes went away. Mrs. Paumier described him as a man about 30 years old, 5 feet 6 inches in height. He wore speckled trousers and a black coat. Several girls in the neighborhood say that the same man accosted them and they chaffed him. When asked what he had in his black bag, he said: "Something that ladies don't like."
That is all that is known. If the police have any further information they carefully conceal it. But there is no reason to believe that they have.
