There is now in the London Hospital, with a serious cut on her arm, a woman who has solemnly declared she received the injury while protecting her throat form an attempt made to cut it by a man who, having engaged her in conversation and struck an immoral bargain with her, tripped her up, then threw her heavily on the pavement, and attacked her, knife in hand, with murderous intent.
The latest theory, and one having the support of some expert authority, is that the muderer is a monomaniac whose ultra-religious zeal has led him inot an assassin's warfare on fallen women. If this be true, the zealot has set himself a big task, but according to indications he has set an equally big one for the London police. It is as yet an open question whether the one task will be completed any sooner than the other.
The friction between the municipal and Metropolitan police increases, and Gen. Sir Charles Warren's fussy military methods are roundly denounced on all sides. The St. James Gazette closes an article savagely criticising Gen. Warren's administration with a prayer for a squad of New York detectives to give tot he London police a few lessons in the profession they apparantly have unwisely chosen.
