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LONDON. SATURDAY, 10 NOVEMBER, 1888.
ANOTHER murder - committed, as we said it would be, when public interest had slackened down, and the Vigilance Committee had ceased to work. For the time being, we must leave our theories as to the moral of the murders and stick to facts which bear on the detection of the fiend who commits them. Thanks to Messrs. WARREN and MATTHEWS, they are slender enough. The police did nothing. They lost the bloodhounds at the moment when they wanted them. They neglected - after repeated warnings - to draw a cordon and search the neighbouring houses. Sir CHARLES WARREN, so far as all information at our disposal goes, was away; Mr. MATTHEWS - "heedless and helpless," as the Daily Telegraph calls him to-day - was busy with a deputation. Mr. STUART-WORTLEY, Under-Secretary of the Home Department, could not be found. The Detective Department, being deprived of its natural head and in the hands of a clumsy, wilful, and at the same time ignorant martinet, was helpless and disorganised. The police had orders to refuse the newspapers every information, for Sir CHARLES WARREN'S spite against the newspapers who discover crime is only equalled by his own incapacity as a detective. Meanwhile, we must advise, if the WARREN-MATTHEWS coalition cannot. What is the best thing for the detectives to do, wretchedly incapable as they appear to be, or as the organisation which has been crippled for them appears to be, for the detection of crime? Possibly the man will never be caught unless red-handed. We have only probabilities to go upon, and we must piece these together as best we may. To begin with, it is clear that the murderer has a knowledge of the Whitechapel district in which he perpetrates his crimes. Then he is probably a man of bad character, who, as Mr. ARCHIBALD FORBES suggests, is acquainted with the customary and most taking methods of accosting the women whom he selects as his victims. He is probably a maniac, so far as the prosecution of one single murderous purpose is an indication of mania; but, on the other hand, he is not so much a maniac as to be indifferent to detection, and he watches to strike his blow with unfailing and remorseless cunning at the moment most favorable to his designs. Again, he is probably able to secure solitude whenever he wants it; but, on the other hand, he is not likely to be a man of forbidding appearance, solitary manners, or distinguished by one trait marking him out for notice by his fellows. In a city like London, where the isolation of life is so complete, it is quite possible that even a man of this character might escape detection among the thousand and one persons who have comparatively innocent reasons of their own for keeping quiet and avoiding the public. But, going on the lines of the greatest probability, we must assume that the murderer is a man not open to ordinary suspicion, and that although he lays his plots with devilish ingenuity, and carries them out with unsurpassed cunning and ferocity, he is a gentleman who is accepted absolutely in his own rank of society, possibly adorning a pew, occupying a clerk's stool, or doing a little business, in leisure moments not devoted to the main purpose of his life, in stocks and shares. Finally, he may assume drunkenness, or a "boozing" fit, for the treble purpose of putting his victims, the police, and his acquaintances off the scent.
It follows, therefore, that in the absence of immediate motive, which means the absence of clue, we must keep our eyes on points of character rather than on such manifestly unsatisfactory and inadequate work as the searching of lodging-houses, which in all probability the murderer does not frequent. The questions for every man to ask himself are :- 1. Has he, among his acquaintance, any man whose movements have been suspicious, and not to be accounted for during the period of the murders? 2. Has he a man in his acquaintance whose history or habits have made him a likely enemy of the class of unfortunates - who, be it noticed, are the most abandoned of the whole prostitute class - against whom the murderer's efforts are directed? 3. Does he know a man who has had attacks of mania of a homicidal kind, and who has been under confinement? 4. Who knows Whitechapel? 5. Who has a certain amount of anatomical knowledge, whether acquired in a dissecting room or in a doctor's practice, or a slaughter-yard, or in any other rough-and-ready school of anatomy? 6. Who has indulged in any suspicious action, such as washing his own clothes, or has otherwise acted suspiciously in his own house at hours preceding or following the murders? These are all points on which the eyes of the community should be fixed. It is quite clear that nothing can be expected from the police, and that we may have 20 murders, as well as seven or eight, without their doing a single thing or making a single effort which will be fruitful for the public good.
Meanwhile this seventh murder ought to rid us of Mr. MATTHEWS, and also of Sir CHARLES WARREN. The proclamation of a reward by the City authorities shows that the criminal apathy and indifference of the HOME SECRETARY have not been echoed even in quarters where interest in the lives and welfare of the people is small indeed. What effect the issue of a reward may ultimately have on the capture of the murderer it is impossible to say, but there cannot be the slightest doubt of the result which the withholding of all tangible Ministerial sympathy has had in the poor quarters of London. We have heard the wildest stories as to the reasons which popular opinion in Whitechapel assigns for Mr. MATTHEWS'S obstinate refusal to offer a reward. It is believed by people who pass among their neighbors as sensible folk that the Government do not want the murderer to be convicted, that they are interested in concealing his identity, that, in fact, they know it, and will not divulge it. Of course this is rank nonsense, but it is nonsense which may end in a panic, while for the Government it is particularly dangerous nonsense. Already the folly of Lord SALISBURY, in sticking to his discredited colleague, will cost the Government every seat which they hold in the East-end of London. For our part, if it were not for higher considerations even than the winning of two or three seats for Mr. GLADSTONE, we should say - By all means let Mr. MATTHEWS go on and fill the cup of his follies full to the brim. But we remember Trafalgar-square, and the danger of fresh assaults on the unemployed this winter. Therefore, we say MATTHEWS and WARREN must go, and the sooner the better. The first is a pitiful creature, a poor and spiritless specimen of the race of smart adventurers who creep into politics by back doors. Above all, he is a tactless, heartless red-tapeist, and probably nine out of ten of the clerks at the Home Office would be better fitted to look after the lives and property of the citizens of London than the right hon. gentleman who takes £5,000 a year for doing nothing. As for the second, there is but one cry from Tory and Liberal - "WARREN must go." At the Show yesterday his name was execrated from Aldgate to Pall Mall. He has become impossible. He is doomed.
One word more. The murderer chose his time well. There is a theory - not an impossible one - that he is one of those diseased creatures who, drunk with an insane love of notoriety, are determined to be the sensation of the hour. So he decided to get up a counter-demonstration to the LORD MAYOR'S Show. If that was his intention he succeeded beyond all expectation. He got his sensation. While the well-stuffed calves of the City footmen were being paraded for the laughter of London, his victim was lying cold in a foul, dimly-lighted court in Whitechapel. Whitechapel is once more to the fore - a grim spectre at our shows and banquets. And there Whitechapel will remain - till modern society alters and there are no more Whitechapels - and no more Pall Malls.
The most conspicuous personage of the show yesterday was, greatly against his will and through no fault of his own, the City Chamberlain. London's ideas about City administration are very vague, and this gentleman - being seated on a prancing steed and attired in the conventional Warren costume, cocked hat, epaulets, scarlet uniform, and the rest - was hooted all along the line of route. Suggestions were made to hang him up to the nearest lamp-post, as well as suggestions of a less revolutionary character - as that he might be set to climb the greasy pole. But the most characteristic demonstration was that of two Star boys, who, waving the placards announcing the Whitechapel murder, danced a demon dance before his horse, amid the frantic laughter of the crowd.
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Lord Mayor Whitehead entertained 400 of the inmates of Lewisham Workhouse last evening to a dinner of roast beef, plum pudding, beer, and the usual etceteras. In addition each man had a quarter-pound of tobacco, and every woman half a pound of tea. In the evening the inmates were entertained with music.
DETAILS OF THE SEVENTH CRIME OF THE MURDER MANIAC.
THE POLICE AGAIN COMPLETELY BAFFLED.
THE BRISK MANUFACTURE OF DETAILS BY LOCAL RESIDENTS.
WHERE IS SIR CHARLES WARREN?
In the Face of Strong Police Opposition the Reporters Gather the Leading Facts - Various Statements from Neighbors, but None of Them Worthy of Implicit Credence - The Bloodhounds Have Not Appeared on the Scene.
A reporter who was prosecuting inquiries in Spitalfields throughout the night says :- Between the hours of one and four nothing which may be termed unusual occurred. Women of the unfortunate class paraded the several highways with an unconcernedness which may be termed remarkable considering the recent hideous crimes. The drafts of auxiliary detectives which have been requisitioned since the perpetration of the Mitre-square and Berner-street tragedies from the suburban districts performed their unenviable duties in the regulation manner, and to a casual pedestrian who may have passed through the district after midnight nothing whatever existed to denote the commission of such a crime as that of the morning. Everyone seems to be perfectly certain that the police possess no clue, and will discover no clue to the identity of the murderer. The only reason for thinking that the popular impression is not correct is that it is confirmed by the statements of the police themselves. They confess themselves to be
"We know no more than you do," they say, in answer to inquiries, and the reply is given in so mournful a manner that one is almost constrained to accept it for truth. But, however much or little they know, the police have devoted themselves energetically to the task of preventing other people from knowing anything. The row of policemen who during the greater part of yesterday blocked Dorset-street had been withdrawn last night, but the entrance to the court - which is variously known as Miller's-court or McCarthy's-court - was vigilantly kept by two constables, who allowed no one to pass except by special favor, and showed especial zeal in the exclusion of reporters. The desire to be interesting has had its effect on the people who live in the Dorset-street-court and lodging-houses, and for whoever cares to listen there are
which, when carefully sifted, prove to be totally devoid of truth. One woman (as reported below) who lives in the court stated that at about two o'clock she heard a cry of "Murder." This story soon became popular, until at last half a dozen women were retailing it as their own personal experience. Each story contradicted the others with respect to the time at which the cry was heard. A Star reporter who inquired into the matter extracted from one of the women the confession that the story was, as far as she was concerned, a fabrication; and he came to the conclusion that it was to be disregarded.
As far as has been at present ascertained, the murdered woman was last seen alive shortly after eleven o'clock on Thursday night by Mrs. Harvey, a young woman who was on intimate terms with her, and who lives in New-court, Dorset-street. Mrs. Harvey says Kelly was at that time going home alone.
Elizabeth Prater, a married woman, who has been deserted by her husband, knew Kelly well, she told a Star reporter, "She lived in No. 13 room, and mine is No. 20, which
She was about 23 years old. I have known her since July - since I came to lodge here. She was tall and pretty, and as fair as a lily. I saw her go out in the shell this afternoon, but the last time I saw her alive was at about nine o'clock on Thursday night. I stood down at the bottom of the entry, and she came down. We both stood talking a bit, thinking what we were going to do, and then she went one way and I went another. I went to see if I could see anybody." Mrs. Prater adds with frankness, "She had got her hat and jacket on, but I had not. I haven't got a hat or a jacket. We stood talking a bit about what we were going to do, and then I said, 'Good night, old dear,' and she said 'Good night, my pretty.' She always called me that. That," said Mrs. Prater, "was the last I saw of her." Then Mrs. Prater breaks down, and commences to sob violently. "I'm a woman myself," she says, "and I've got to sleep in that place to-night right over where it happened." Mrs. Prater saw the dead and mutilated body through the window of Kelly's room, which it is to be remembered was on the ground floor. The pump stands just by there, and Mrs. Prater took advantage of a journey for some water to peep through the window for which, when the door was broken open, the curtains were torn down. She says, "I could not bear to look at it only for a second, but I can
of it if I live to be a hundred."
"Who was her man?" the reporter asked. "He was a man named Joe Barnett, who worked in Billingsgate-market. "Where had he gone to live?" "To Buller's lodging-house, 25, New-street, close by Bishopsgate Police-station.
In a public-house close by Buller's the reporter succeded later on in finding Barnett, who is an Irishman by parentage and a Londoner by birth. He had lived with her for a year and a half, he said, and should not have left her except for her violent habits. She was a Limerick woman by birth, he says, but had lived in Dublin for some time. She went by the name of Mary Jane, but her real name was Marie Jeanette. He knew nothing about her proceedings since he left her, except that his brother met her on the Thursday evening and spoke to her. He himself had been taken by the police down to Dorset-street, and had been kept there for two hours and a half. He saw the body by peeping through the window.
To our reporter Barnett said he and the deceased were very happy and comfortable together until another woman came to sleep in their room, to which he strongly objected. Finally, after the woman had been there two or three nights he quarrelled with the woman whom he called his wife and left her. The next day, however, he returned and gave Kelly money. He called several other days and gave her money when he had it. On Thursday night he visited her between half-past seven and eight, and told her he was sorry he had no money to give her. He saw nothing more of her. She used occasionally to go to the Elephant and Castle district to visit a friend who was in the same position of life as herself. Kelly had a little boy, aged about six or seven years, living with her.
There are conflicting statements as to when the woman was last seen alive, but that upon which most reliance appears to be placed is that of a young woman, an associate of the deceased, who states that about half-past ten o'clock on Thursday night she met the murdered woman at the corner of Dorset-street, who said to her that she had no money and, if she could not get any, would never go out any more, but would do away with herself. Soon afterwards they parted, and
came up and spoke to the murdered woman Kelly and offered her some money. The man then accompanied the woman home to her lodgings, and the little boy was removed from the room and taken to a neighbor's house. About one o'clock in the morning a person living in the court opposite to the room occupied by the murdered woman heard her singing the song, "Sweet violets," but this person is unable to say whether any one else was with her at that time. Nothing more was seen of the woman until yesterday morning, when, it is stated, the little boy was sent back into the house, and, the report goes, he was sent out subsequently on an errand by the man who was in the house with his mother. There is no direct confirmation of this statement. A tailor named Lewis says he saw Kelly come out about eight o'clock yesterday morning and go back. Another statement is to the effect that Kelly was seen in a public-house known as the "Ringers," at the corner of Dorset-street and Commercial-street, about ten o'clock yesterday morning, and that she there met her lover Barnett, and had a glass of beer with him. This statement also is not substantiated.
Sarah Roney, a girl about 20 years of age, states that she was with two other girls on Thursday night in Brushfield-street, which is near Dorset-street, when a man wearing a tall hat and a black coat, and carrying a black bag, came up to her and said, "Will you come with me?" She told him she would not, and asked him what he had in the bag, and he said, "Something the ladies don't like." He then walked away.
The above sketch shows the spots at which the seven undiscovered crimes were committed.
Fig. 1 shows the locality of the George-yard murder committed on 7 Aug. The victim, Martha Tabrum, was found stabbed in 39 places.
Fig. 2 is the scene of the Osborne-street crime, committed on 3 April. In this case Emma Smith had a stake thrust into her body.
Fig. 3, the Buck's-row crime, was committed on 31 Aug. The victim in this case was Mary Ann Nicholls, and she was the first whose throat was cut and whose body was slashed.
Fig. 4 shows the spot in Hanbury-street where Annie Chapman was disembowelled in a backyard on 8 Sept.
Fig. 5 shows one of the crimes of 30 Sept. Elizabeth Stride was found with her throat cut in a gateway in Berner-street.
Fig. 6 is the scene of the murder committed on the same Sunday morning. After the Berner-street crime the murderer found another victim in a woman named Kelly, whom he disembowelled in Mitre-square.
Fig. 7 shows the court in Dorset-street, where Mary Jane Kelly met her death and was cut up only yesterday morning.
A woman named Kennedy was on the night of the murder staying with her parents at a house situate in the court immediately opposite the room in which the body of Mary Kelly was found. This woman's statement, if true, establishes the time at which the
upon his victim. She states that about three o'clock on Friday morning she entered Dorset-street on her way to her parent's house, which is situate immediately opposite that in which the murder was committed. She noticed three persons at the corner of the street near the Britannia public house. There was a man - a young man, respectably dressed, and with a dark moustache - talking to a woman whom she did not know, and also a female poorly clad, and without any headgear. The man and woman appeared to be the worse for liquor, and she heard the man ask, "Are you coming." Whereupon the woman, who appeared to be obstinate, turned in an opposite direction to which the man apparently wished her to go. Mrs. Kennedy went on her way and nothing unusual occurred until about half an hour later. She states that she did not retire to rest immediately she reached her parents' abode, but sat up, and between half-past three and a quarter to four she
in a woman's voice proceed from the direction in which Mary Kelly's room was situated. As the cry was not repeated she took no further notice of the circumstance until this morning, when she found the police in possession of the place, preventing all egress to the occupants of the small houses in this court. When questioned by the police as to what she had heard throughout the night, she made a statement to the above effect.
Mrs. Kennedy has since supplemented the above statement by the following :-
"On Wednesday evening, about eight o'clock, me and my sister were in the neighborhood of Bethnal-green-road when we were accosted by a very suspicious man about 40 years of age. He was about 6ft. high, and wore a short jacket, over which he had a long top-coat. He had a black moustache, and wore a billycock hat. He invited me to accompany him into a lonely spot, "as he was known about here and there was a policeman looking at him." She asserts that no policeman was in sight. He was very white in the face, and made every endeavor to prevent them looking him straight in the face. He carried a black bag. He avoided walking with them, and led the way into
at the back of the warehouse," inviting them to follow, which they did. He then pushed open a small door in a pair of large gates, and requested one of them to follow him, remarking, "I only want one of you." Whereupon the women became suspicious. He acted in a very strange and suspicious manner, and refused to leave his bag in the possession of one of the females. Both women became alarmed at his actions, and escaped, at the same time raising an alarm of "Jack the Ripper." Mrs. Kennedy asserts that the man whom she saw on Friday morning with the woman at the corner of Dorset-street resembled very closely the individual who caused such alarm on the night in question, and that she would recognise him again if confronted with him.
suspected of the murder tallies exactly with that in the possession of the police, and there is very little to doubt that the murderer entered the murdered woman's house late on Thursday night or early on Friday morning.
This is how the discovery of the murder was made. The house in which Kelly was a lodger is owned by a man named McCarthy, who keeps a general shop at the corner of the court. At a quarter to eleven yesterday morning, as the woman was 35s. in arrears with her rent, McCarthy said to a man employed by him in his shop, John Bowyer, "Go to No. 13 (meaning the room occupied by Kelly) and try and get some rent." Bowyer did as he was directed, and on knocking at the door was unable to obtain an answer. He then tried the handle of the door and found it was locked. On looking through the keyhole he found
The left hand side of the room faced the court, and in it were two large windows. Bowyer, knowing that a pane of glass in one of the windows was broken, put his hand through the aperture and pulled aside the muslin curtain which covered it. He looked into the room, and saw the woman lying on the bed, entirely naked, covered with blood and apparently dead. Without waiting to make a closer examination, he ran to his employer and told him he believed the woman Kelly had been murdered. McCarthy at once went and looked through the broken window, and, satisfying himself that something was wrong, despatched Bowyer to the Commercial-street Police-station. Inspector Back accompanied Bowyer back, and on finding that a murder had been committed at once sent for assistance. Dr. Phillips, the divisional surgeon of police, and Superintendent Arnold, were also sent for. During this time the door had not been touched. Superintendent Arnold caused a telegram to be sent direct to Sir Charles Warren, informing him what had happened, and ordered one of the windows to be entirely removed. A horrible and sickening sight then presented itself. The poor woman lay on her back on the bed, entirely naked. Her throat was
right down to the spinal column. The ears and nose had been cut clean off; the breasts had also been cleanly cut off and placed on a table which was by the side of the bed. The stomach and abdomen had been ripped open, while the face was slashed about, so that the features of the poor creature were beyond all recognition. The kidneys and heart had also been removed from the body and placed on the table by the side of the breasts. The liver had likewise been removed and laid on the right thigh. The lower portion of the body and the uterus had been cut out, and these appeared to be missing. The thighs had been cut. The clothes of the woman were lying by the side of the bed, as though they had been taken off and laid down in the ordinary manner. While this examination was being made a photographer, who, in the meantime, had been sent for, arrived and
the organs, the room, and its contents. Superintendent Arnold then had the door of the room forced. It was a very poorly furnished apartment, about 12ft. square, there being only an old bedstead, two old tables, and a chair in it. The bedclothes had been turned down, and this was probably done by the murderer after he had cut his victim's throat. There was no appearance of a struggle having taken place, and although a careful search of the room was made, no knife or instrument of any kind was found. Dr. Phillips, on his arrival, carefully examined the body of the dead woman, and later on again made a second examination in company with Dr. Bond, from Westminster, Dr. Gordon Brown, from the City, Dr. Duke, from Spitalfields, and Dr. Phillips's assistant. Mr. Anderson, the new Commissioner of Police, Detective-Inspectors Reid and Abberline (Scotland-yard), Chief Inspector West, and other officers were quickly on the spot. After the examination of the body it was placed in a shell, which was put into a van and conveyed to the Shoreditch mortuary to await an inquest.
Mr. John McCarthy, the owner of the house in Miller's-court, has given the following
"She was about 23 or 24 years of age, and lived with a coal porter named Kelly, passing as his wife. They, however, quarrelled some time back and separated. A woman named Harvey slept with her several nights since Kelly separated from her, but she was not with her last night. The deceased's Christian name was Mary Jane, and since her murder I have discovered that she walked the streets in the neighborhood of Aldgate. Her habits were irregular, and she often came home at night the worse for drink. Her mother lives in Ireland, but in what county I do not know. Deceased used to receive letters from her occasionally." McCarthy adds that when he looked through the window, after Bowyer called him, he saw on the table what seemed to be lumps of flesh. When the police inspector came he sent a telegram to Sir Charles Warren
Superintendent Arnold gave instructions for the door to be burst open, and McCarthy forced the door with a pickaxe. "The sight we saw," he says, "I cannot drive away from my mind. It looked more like the work of a devil than of a man. I had heard a great deal about the Whitechapel murders, but I declare to God I had never expected to see such a sight as this. The whole scene is more than I can describe. I hope I may never see such a sight again."
It is stated that a man's pilot coat has been found in the murdered woman's room, but whether it belonged to one of her paramours or to the murderer has not been ascertained.
Mr. W. H. Eaton, 22, Fonthill-road, Finsbury, writes: - Having been tempted by curiosity to view the locality of the Dorset-street murder, I found my way thither, and proceeded to ask the bystanders for some additional incidents otherwise than the papers afforded. I did not obtain much, nor could I obtain but a distant view of the court, as two stalwart policemen blocked the way. Proceeding thence, I made my way to Bishopsgate-street, but was soon aware that I was followed. I proposed to appeal to the nearest policeman, but I was forestalled by a crowd which seemed to spring up from the pavement, all supposing that I was "Jack the Ripper," and giving me into custody as such. I accompanied the constable to the Bishopsgate station, where the inspector was soon satisfied with the various papers I produced. The persons who had given me in charge were at length satisfied, and after a detention of 10 minutes I regained my freedom.
During the whole of last evening a small crowd hung round Dorset-street, and near the two district police stations. There were the usual scenes of excitement when any trifling arrest was made and every drunken man was hailed as "Jack the Ripper." At about half-past eight there was
A tall middle-aged man with a dark moustache accosted two girls and spoke to them in a rather brutal way. One of them made a show of accompanying him, but as soon as she saw a policeman she gave him in custody. He was escorted by a howling mod to the police-station, where he was detained. At Bishopsgate another supposed "Jack the Ripper" was glad enough to seek the shelter of the police-station. He was said to be a Somerset House clerk who had a holiday to celebrate the Lord Mayor's Show and the Prince of Wales's birthday. So he went down to Dorset-street, where he was so indiscreet as to ask in an anxious manner whether the bloodhounds had come yet. The crowd of sensation hunters and amateur detectives who hang around Dorset-street suspect everybody they see, and mistaking his deep interest for fear they followed him up Commercial-street. He soon saw he was being dogged, and quickened his pace. They quickened theirs, and the chase became obvious to every one in the street. The consequence was that in a few minutes the young man found a still gathering crowd was marching in his tracks. So
and the crowd became instantly a howling mob, which pursued him along Bishopsgate, where he gave himself into the custody of a policeman, and was taken for safety into the police-station.
There is, it is to be noted, a striking similarity in the period of the month in which the crime has been committed, for while two of the most atrocious of the other murders in the same district were committed on the 7th of the months of September and August, this was commenced or committed on the 8th - approximately the same period of the month. This would seem to indicate that the murderer was absent from the scene of these horrors for fixed periods, and that his return was always about the same time. The murders, too, have been committed on the later days of the week, and in this connection a somewhat important fact has been pointed out. It appears that the cattle boats bringing live freight to London are in the habit of coming into the Thames on Thursdays or Fridays, and leave again for the Continent on Sundays or Mondays. An opinion has been formed among some of the detectives that the murderer is a drover or butcher employed on one of these boats - of which there are many - and that he periodically appears and disappears with one of the steamers.
The Daily Telegraph returns to the charge against Warren and Matthews this morning. Sir Charles Warren, it says, has abounded in the qualities which it was desirable that he should possess only in moderation, and he has been signally lacking in qualities of which it is impossible to have too much. The result is failure - a failure which reflects no personal discredit on the Commissioner, but which is nevertheless fraught with the gravest danger to the public. The position, it is fair to admit, does not wholly owe its disastrous aspect to the Chief Commissioner of Police. It has been made infinitely worse by what we have called the helpless and heedless ineptitude of the Home Secretary. In transferring Mr. Matthews from the Law Courts to Whitehall and the House of Commons as great a mistake was made as when Sir Charles Warren exchanged South Africa for Scotland-yard. The round peg was just as conspicuously thrust into the square hole in the one case as in the other.
The removal of Kelly's body to the Shoreditch mortuary is likely to lead to some complications through the intersection of the local boundaries and the jurisdiction of the two coroners for the newly-formed divisions of Eastern Middlesex. Spitalfields, although within the Whitechapel district for all local purposes, is within (cont'd next page)
the North Eastern Division of Middlesex, and is therefore under the jurisdiction of Dr. Macdonald. All the other portions of Whitechapel remain under the jurisdiction of Mr. Baxter, so far as coroner's inquests are concerned. The Hanbury-street murder, which occurred in Spitalfields, took place in the open air, and it being incumbent on the police to remove the body, they naturally conveyed it to the local mortuary in Old Montague-street. But in the Dorset-street case, there was no duty cast upon the police to remove the body from the house where it was found, and the coroner's officer for the district being communicated with, he was obliged to take it where he could. If he had taken it to Old Montague-street, it would have gone from his control, so he took it to Shoreditch, which is within his district. It remains to be seen whether the Shoreditch Vestry will be content to afford mortuary accommodation in such instances of a neighboring district not within their parish, to oblige the coroner or his officer, but it is pretty certain when it comes to a question of parochial burial, the relieving officer will be found in a difficulty as to whether he is justified in incurring the expense for the Shoreditch ratepayers. This difficulty may be got over by removing the body back again to Whitechapel, and placing it in the Old Montague-street mortuary, so as to throw the cost of the burial upon the Whitechapel Board of Guardians. Here again another difficulty arises, because the body will come into Mr. Baxter's district, who, according to the state of the "Coroner's Quest Law," will be obliged to hold another inquest, if only a formal one.
The inquest on the body has been definitely fixed for Monday next, at eleven a.m., at the Shoreditch Town Hall, before Mr. Macdonald, the coroner for the district.
The murderer must have got out of the window, as the door was barricaded from the inside with the bedstead.
Dr. Bond, of Westminster Hospital, Dr. Gordon Brown, City Surgeon, and Dr. Phillips held a post-mortem on the body this morning. The ears are cut off, but are not missing.
The opinion is entertained by some of the Scotland-yard officers that the missing organ has been burnt in the fireplace in the murdered woman's room. There is a mass of ash and rubbish under the grate, among which are portions of a coat and hat; and the police intend
with the assistance of Dr. Phillips and Dr. Bond, for the presence of any fatty matter, or any trace of burnt flesh. The whole of the rubbish, in fact, will be carefully sifted and scrutinised, because if the burnt coat should happen to be part of the murderer's clothing a clue of some sort, meagre enough, perhaps, but better than nothing at all, would be supplied. The uninjured coat which was found in the room will also be examined, and the pockets turned inside out, this important step not having yet been taken, because the article was locked up in the room while the police were making their external investigations. The investigation of the ashes is expected to take place during the course of this afternoon.
The woman murdered in Spitalfields yesterday was born in Limerick, her name being Marie Jeanette Kelly. Her parents removed from Limerick to Carmarthen, and here the deceased married a collier whose name is believed to be Davies. He, however, was killed in a colliery explosion, and the deceased woman then lived an ill life at Cardiff, afterwards removing to London. Her parents are still living in Wales.
The man who was brought in to Commercial-street Station last night is still detained. He only recently arrived in London from Sydney, New South Wales. He has been in the company of two women in the neighborhood of Spitalfields, by whom he was robbed of nearly £30. He has no friend in this country. He was endeavoring to find the woman who robbed him when he was denounced and taken to the police-station, a great mob following him.
London and Brighton, a paper published on Wednesday, contains the following :-
On Sunday the new moon came in. If Jack the Ripper is a lunatic and if there is any truth in the theory of the susceptibility of lunatics to lunar influence we ought to hear from him in the course of a few days.
It is not correct, as stated in several morning papers, that Sir Charles Warren visited the scene of the murder yesterday. It is said that Sir Charles is not even in London just now. No bloodhounds were put on the track of the murderer, and although detectives and policemen swarm in the neighborhood they have not the slightest clue to work on.
The United Socialists of London have decided to celebrate to-morrow the anniversary of the death of the Anarchists and Socialists shot down in the Chicago riots simultaneously with the anniversary of Bloody Sunday in Trafalgar-square, by demonstrations and meetings in Hyde-park, Regent's-park, and Victoria-park. Among the speakers who have consented to give addresses are Mr. Cuninghame Graham, M.P., Mr. C. A. V. Conybeare, M.P., the Rev. S. Headlam, Dr. Merlino, William Morris, Peter Kropotkin, Mrs. Parsons, wife of one of the men hanged at Chicago, and several victims of Bloody Sunday in Trafalgar-square.
Mr. Warmington, Q.C., appeared before Justice Kekewich to-day in support of an action brought by the owner of houses in St. Petersburgh-place, Bayswater, against the Aylesbury Dairy Company, and stated that the occupants of the houses in the neighborhood were annoyed by the noise of the cans and carts and smell, and they came to the Court for an injunction to restrain the nuisance. The learned counsel said that the Dairy manufactured artificial human milk. They all knew what human milk was, and what cow's milk was, but artificial human milk smacked somewhat of a bull." (Laughter.) Justice Keke- granted an injunction against the noise, and suspended its operation for three months.
Owing to the publicity given in The Star and one of the local papers, arrangements have been made by the parish authorities of Greenwich and St. Nicholas, Deptford, that the dead bodies of women taken to the mortuaries shall in future be washed and laid out by women, instead of by men as heretofore.
The Woolwich Guardians have decided to open wards for the isolation of women suffering from an infectious disease, and to apply to the War Department for a subsidy in the same way as at Portsea Island Union. There they make a grant of £33 per bed.
A Cabinet Council was held at noon to-day at the Foreign Office.
The medical evidence against Prado was heard yesterday. Dr. Brouardel said there was just one deep clean gash across the woman's throat. The murderer was standing up, and his victim hanging on to him with her head back when he drew the knife or razor across her throat. The gash was so deep that she could not have uttered a cry. The doctor thought the murderer must have been very bloodstained. Maître Comby, who defends Prado, argued that his client was a thin, small man with a weak action of the heart, and therefore had not the strength to make such a gash as described. A medical examination was made of Prado, and Dr. Brouardel reported that he thought he had strength enough to have committed the crime, although he has a feeble heart. Some further points were given for and against Prado, but the evidence was more in his favor than the previous testimony.
GENERAL BOOTH TALKS OF THE SECULAR SIDE OF HIS WORK.
Salvationists Help the Heathen at Home as Well as the Heathen Abroad, and Pray for a "Star" Man - Stories About the Army that are Not True.
General Booth sent a missionary to the Star office the other day. Not that he wanted to convert the staff, who of course are already impregnated with perfectly correct ideas about salvationism. The General only desired that the Star readers should be made acquainted with some sides of his work, which, as the aforesaid missionary observed, "were much misunderstood." The Star, in turn, sent a representative to interview the General. After making the preliminary observation - partly in reply to Magistrate Sheil's injudicious and unjudicial remarks - that
from the funds of the army, the General readily acquiesced in the suggestion that he should talk about the temperance and secular side of his work.
"I think," he began, "that temperance people ought to sympathise with us for two reasons. First, we are all total abstainers to a man; secondly, because we are becoming, and, indeed, we are
in the world. And I think we are the only successful agents in dealing with the drunkard. We not only persuade the drunkard to give up drink, but we supply him with the internal force to sustain him. Some of the noblest of our workers have been notorious drunkards. Some come into our meetings in a state of intoxication, and go out saved."
"Don't you send missionaries down to live in the slums with drunken people?" asked the reporter.
"Yes," replied the General, "and we are just now pushing the slum work. We have 50 officers in London - some brought up in the lap of luxury - who go into the worst slums they can find, take a room, and dress very simply and plainly, like the people around them. They make friends with the people in the courts, and, by-and-bye, get some saved.
they migrate and quit their old associates. This slum work is most successful, but rather costly. It requires about £2 a week to keep a slum missionary going. He is always obliged to give something away in the shape of food to the converts."
"Do you attribute any of your success to the outward signs by which you attract the people?"
"Certainly. We must advertise our wares just as you advertise The Star. We must let the people know that salvation exists."
A lieutenant here entered the chief's sanctum and announced that it was half-past twelve. This is
and all the soldiers in the headquarters dropped on their knees. The General offered up a tolerably long prayer. He prayed that the army might be protected from persecutors and "skeletons," and that human suffering might be relieved. He offered up a special word for the Star man who had piously remained in the room. He prayed that he might be guided and protected in his work, and in the great responsibilities which he would be called to perform.
Resuming the conversation, the General remarked that the Army did not take up party politics - they would vote "just as their leaders tell 'em to." (Mr. Booth did not quote "Iolanthe.") The Army does a great deal of rescue work. "We have 12 homes in England," said the General, "besides homes in other countries. Thousands of girls pass through our hands, and many of them are now in situations. Then we have a soup kitchen and shelter in the East-end, and charge a farthing for every meal. We always go on the principle of trying to make everything self-supporting. We have already supplied over 344,000 meals to poor people. We have also
in the East-end. We have branches in 32 countries, and have just entered Zululand and captured a chief and his four wives. We have allowed him to keep his wives. Our corps in India dress like the natives, eat the same food, adopt as far as possible the same habits, and in this way win them over. We are contemplating entering Japan. Our movement has been a great success in Canada, but has been rather interrupted in the United States. The man I sent over there to take charge of the work wouldn't draw up his balance-sheet according to my directions, for we have everything open and above board, and I superseded him. He then started
called the American Army. We are terribly persecuted in Germany, but are allowed full liberty and are even protected in France. In our Australian colonies we are making great progress. The Government of Victoria has on two occasions given us grants for the rescue work we have done amongst criminals. We have been similarly recognised in Bombay."
"Is it correct, General, that you make a great deal of money by selling goods?"
"No; that is one of the charges which the scribes and Pharisees bring against us. We get our uniforms made in Yorkshire, and make something out of the sale of them, of course."
"But do you not sell towels, soap, and other things?"
"We used to sell some of these articles for our own people, but we have almost entirely given it up. We found that it was not profitable business in the end."
The General was eloquent about the great moral effect which salvation had on converts, and in proof of this a letter opportunely arrived from Queensland. It was shown by a Lieutenant with an air of triumph to the Star man. It was addressed to "Dear General," and began - "I write to ask you as a special favor if you will return the three pounds enclosed" to a cheesemonger in Hackney. Two pounds of the money the penitent stole 16 years ago, and the other pound was for interest. As several people were by this time waiting in the ante-room for audiences with the General, The Star man wished him good day.