United. Provinces at Allahabad... He
then turned. to Clark.
“Lieutenant, .if. it’s any comfort: to
you, I’ve been given authority to muster. .
every police official in Agra if neces-
sary, both Indian and British, to search
for your wife’s murderer. We. have
‘very little to work on, but if he’s a -
European there’s ‘a good chance ‘that
well find him.. If he’s an Indian, it
will be more difficult.” — Pe
The inspectors .went home for'a few
hours’ sleep, leaving police to continue
the search of the premises. :
Buchanan. was at his office at eight '
the following morning, laying plans for
a police dragnet throughout the native
city. He telephoned the Indian super- -
to assign twenty native, police to do
door-to-door - questioning. Indian de-
tectives, who -knew hundreds .of crimi-..
nals on sight, were put. to work and’ ©
‘ police spies within the native city were. -
contacted. . After..a: cursory: check -of |
- hotels had failed’ ‘to yield the where-
abouts of the Clarks’ ex-roomer, Mark:
Freeman, Buchanan-assigned a man to ~
the task of locating him... =).|.
Around noon, Buchanan received a:
those of the Clark household had been
found. No other clues had turned .up,
though men. were still searching. :
He called for police files on. recent. -
burglaries carried out presumably by:
Indians and studied them. ~
summoned Inspector: Moore. i
_ “The deeper we go, the less sure Iam
that robbery was the motive,” he said.’
bers made certain no one was at home,
then took everything in. sight. If this
was burglary, it was badly bungled. .
Still, it’s the only angle we have. to .
work on, and since it: was ‘apparently - :
an inside job, that leaves us with Sukha ©
as a strong suspect.” : Leathe
Buchanan assigned Inspector,:Moore .-
‘and Inspector John Fitzmorris to.re- ©
main at the Clark house, ostensibly to
search for further clues, actually to
keep a 24-hour watch on the houseboy. :
If Sukha were involved with a burglary.
gang, he might meet with them to get
his share of the. loot. ee
Moore and Fitzmorris went to the
Clark home ‘and told the lieutenant.
of the plan. .
“An excellent idea,” Clark ‘said. | “I'll.
give you the use of a bedroom and Mrs.
Fulham will see that you get your meals.
She'll assume the household duties.
until I readjust myself a bit to my: loss. . .
She is a widow, with no family respon-..
sibilities of her own. , Her. daughter -is .
in a boarding school.” fe es
That afternoon at four.o’clock, Moore
shadowed Sukha on his round of the.-
colorful native markets. The houseboy,
balancing a basket on his head, hurried
‘rom the butcher’s to the provision
tore, to the confectioner’s, to the bakery.
Within half an hour he was weaving
:s way home through the brightly robed
‘hrongs on the narrow, cluttered streets,
basket (Continued on page 85)
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intendent of police, and the latter agreed | |
report that no fingerprints other than .}
Then he’
“In these other. burglaries, the rob- . W
| THE MAN
. WHO DIED x
- TWICE"
Ar FIFTY-FOUR, Henry. William ss
Hoffman, a New. York produce
merchant, was vigorous despite a
‘period of illness and an operation
that had left abdominal scars. It
. was worry and imaginary persecu-
, tions that caused his strange be-
- havior, On the advice of the family -
||" doctor, Hoffman’s wife had him
- ‘committed. to the Pilgrim State -
Hospital‘on Long Island.
One day jn 1938, Hoffman van-
‘ished from the hospital “grounds. |
Rarely as such a thing occurs, it is
_. even rarer that an escaped patient
** is not brought back within twenty-
’ four hours. All roads ledd to New
‘,.° York, and New York itself is hardly
“the place where a man can hide’ for
‘long. . This patient’ proved to be .
elusive to experienced Missing
Persons Bureau officers. Surely a
-. victim of mental blackout would
. turn up. somewhere, soon. A year :.
went by and then word came from .-
+ man resembling the missing Hoff-
- man had been picked ‘up in’ that
‘town, Pe re
“Bertha, a daughter, departed by:
/»»the earliest train. She was met by
.a police officer who took her to the.’
-’ morgue. The man believed to have--’
been her father had died as a re-
.. sult of an automobile accident.: :
. >. Generally, police do not rely al-. ©
together. on identification by .a
member of the family.’ The features
are somewhat altered by death and _
jn. this case. they. were. disfigured:
--by - injuries. . Officials - compared.
_ physical evidence with denture and ..
hospital . charts. ‘Missing: teeth,
-bridgework, and fillings jibed with
the chart;-and an'.abdominal scar -
was additional proof. Finally, the
-. daughter was convinced and: she ©
: definitely identified the corpse as
that of her father. After all, a re-
markable number of coincidences
would have to occur in. this par-
. ‘ticular case, to make possible a
mistake in identity. The body was -
taken home to New York and cre- ..
mated in accordance with Hoff- .
-. man’s will. Thus the man given
up for dead, in a manner of speak-
ing, was now. dead in fact, if ashes
were proof... Gre tee sen
Three insurance claims were paid
. to the family.. The largest policy,
Gssued by the New York Life In-
- surance Company, — amounted: to
‘$8,000.
Eight years passed.
Early in 1948, the name of Hoff-
summoned to view.a corpse. It gave
‘her the shock of her life because’:
“Walterboro, South. Carolina, .that a.
-man arose ‘once more. Police in
* Sparkill, New York, received com-.
‘plaints from a hotel owner. named. .
‘Henry Ferber that mysterious per-.. ~
sons were threatening his life. They
questioned him and concluded that
Ferber was not all that he seemed ~
to..be—in, fact, that he was not © ..
Ferber, but some other person. Be- _
fore he revealed his true identity, :
he died quite: suddenly—just as he.
had predicted he might. . His last’.
instructions were to look for evi-
dence of poisoning. Papers found
among his belongings identified him
as Henry: William Hoffman. :-
Again the daughter, Bertha, was .
this, without a doubt, was the body -
of the. father she had identified as -.
being dead, eight years previously.
Scars, dental charts, features—all
were unmistakable. Papers and ~~
photographs of members . of ‘the
o
family were added proof, and to.“ |»
_ clinch“everything,: the dead man’s... -
diary was written in a hand that
was’ unquestionably that of the — '
“missing :Hoffman. © -. Drea Sync tae
«:..Who. was the man who had been —
“cremated? Ashes would never tell.
To confirm all the facts, police
‘ headquarters in New York traced...
©. the activities of the escaped Pilgrim: ; J .*,
Hospital patient through. Social. |.
. Security cards. Hoffman had got: .
‘a job at. the Brooklyn Navy Yard”
shortly after his escape, under an
assumed: name, and. had not been
‘found wanting ‘in skill and de-,..)%
‘pendability. He kept that job until - ~~
after the war, then with his savings **'.
‘ bought ‘a hotel: in Sparkill. The...”
person who entered: into ‘partner-'
ship with him found him honest, °
diligent, capable in business, except *
for odd moments when Hoffman ’” ,-
“seemed. disturbed’ by mysterious | Bas
enemies, : ‘ ela e
At such.times he would ‘usually |
_ say, “Somebody is out to get me.” :
Insurance companies which had. |. |
paid the death benefits years before -
instituted a thorough investigation. =
’, The remains’ were sent from the .
‘mortuary at Nyack, New York, to
“the .State Police’ Laboratory at: —
Albany, and the last—and really the
last—report. on Hoffman .after the. ;,
autopsy was: :
“Death due to “natural causes.”” ©” ;
Henry William Hoffman is now
dead—the man who officially died
twice. :
—WALTER ROWLEY
25
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Peers
Lark, &
“I can’t make it out,” said the Chief Inspector, suspicious
that the case might be one of double murder. “We are
dealing with an apparently sweet, normal woman who is either
completely innocent—or a cold-blooded killer”
Epiror’s Nore: In 1912, the baffling criminal case
here set forth created wide interest in the press,
not only in British India but also in England avhere
the trial was eagerly followed in the newspapers
from day to day.
Wann Chief Inspector John Buchanan rang the
bell of the suburban bungalow, a man in the uniform
of the Army Medical Corps opened the door at once.
“I’m Lieutenant Clark. Hurry. .She’s in the back
bedroom.” He was highly excited. “Where’s the
ambulance?”
“On its way,” Buchanan said. The siren and
clanging bell of the ambulance could already be
heard in the distance.
Buchanan, with Inspector Christopher Moore and
three police officers, ran through to the room at
the rear. There on the bed lay a woman in her middle
thirties, clad in a nightgown. Her face and head
were streaked with blood, and blood had run down
on her pillow. She was unconscious and a younger
woman, sitting on the bed, was bending over her,
holding a towel to her head. In a corner of the
room a girl of about ten was sobbing hysterically.
“It’s my. wife. Her head’s been laid wide open,”
Clark said. ‘“We’ve been trying to stop the blood.”
Interns from the military hospital of Agra, India,
arrived with a stretcher. One of them tested the
woman’s pulse, then examined the wound. Buchanan
saw that it was a single clean cut, as though from
the blow of a heavy knife or an axe, which extended
down the center of the scalp into the forehead.
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“Will she live, Doctor?” the lieutenant asked.
The intern shook his head. “It’s a very severe
fracture. There’s not much chance.”
While Clark went to the ambulance with the
interns, Buchanan glanced around. Although the
night was chilly, a window was wide open and
curtains were blowing inward. Nothing about the
room appeared fo have been disturbed. Buchanan
told police to search the garden beyond.
Lieutenant Clark returned and sank into a chair,
where he sat in a tense, nervous condition.
Buchanan turned to the woman who had been
at the bedside. She was an attractive, smartly
dressed girl in her late twenties with blond hair
and deep brown eyes,
“If you’re wondering who I am, I’m Mrs. Fulham,
a friend of the Clarks.” She spoke in a soft, con-
trolled voice.: “I’ve been visiting them for a few
weeks.”
Buchanan said, “Well, Mrs. Fulham,
me what happened.”
“Y’ll tell you all I know,”. she said. “We had all
three planned to go to the open-air theatre, but Mrs.
Clark hasn’t been well lately and decided to remain
at home. Since we already had the tickets, Lieu-
tenant Clark and I went without her. It was a long
performance and we got back ’ just after half-past
twelve. When we opened the door, Jenny, Lieutenant
Clark’s daughter, ran toward us screaming: ‘Daddy,
come and see what’s happened to mother.’ We both
ran in and saw what you have just seen.”
“Was there anyone else in the house at the time?”
Buchanan asked.
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“Only the Indian house boy, Sukha.
He was asleep in-his room off the kitchen
and says he didn’t hear the scream.”
“Was the window open this way when
you came in?”
“Yes. Normally it would have been
closed on such a cool night.”
By this time, Clark seemed to have
got himself in hand, though he ap-
peared to be controlling his emotions
with an effort. Buchanan asked for his
account of what had taken place.
Clark, a tall, handsome man with
- black hair and ‘mustache and an erect
‘military. bearing, said:
- “Its: just.as_ Mrs... Fulham has told.
- you. The. house was dark.’ The burglar
% , must have thought we’d all retired. An
awful -coincidence.
If we’d: only come
"+ home five minutes ‘earlier, it. wouldn’t
“shave. happened. ‘The lights would have .
- frightened him’ off, or at least ‘he’d
Cite had’.me to deal with. But Jenny {
necan tell you more than I. ‘She saw him.”
He turned to his daughter. “Jenny, tell
: the ‘inspector what’ you told. me.”
‘The ‘girl, speaking between sobs,'s said:
. that she had been’ sleeping in the room
She’ had , ‘been.
next to ‘her mother’s.,
wakened by a. ‘scream, had jumped. up
vand run into her. mother’s room. .: Moon-
- light was streaming through the open _
..window, and: she. had caught a-.glimpse ~
18 «of a man fleeing over the stone’ fence at
_'the rear of the garden. She had heard *
“a. moan and had struck..a light and
»found her mother with blood gushing
from her head. She -had started to run.
‘for'Sukha, but at that very moment she.
had heard a key in the door and her’
father had entered.
“Buchanan asked “whether the “man
had been a European or ‘an Indian. .
“Pm not sure. It was. too dark to
“see,” the girl said.
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“Although my daughter ‘s: saw only one
* burglar, there may have. been more,”
Clark said..“I think the blow was struck
with an Indian scimitar.. No European
would carry: such a heavy. knife—and a
European would stab.”
-“It could have been an axe,” Buchanan
suggested. aise
“Yes, I. suppose. so... But burglars
“would hardly ‘carry an axe.” :
Buchanan stepped over to. the chest
‘rof drawers. On it was a’‘woman’s hand- .
‘bag beside which lay a gold watch and
. Several jeweled rings.’
~ “You seem very certain that, the mo-.
-tive was robbery,” he. said “Offhand,
“there isn’t much evidence of it.”: ps
Clark. looked. surprised. “What other.
‘motive could there be?. Apparently the:
obber or ‘robbers were frightened off
“by my ‘wife’s: scream,” 0:05 tty
» “Do. you. notice’ anything: missing?’
Clark opened a jewelry box and closed ©
it again. ‘He picked up: the. handbag, *
‘which was. partially ‘open, and looked.”
“Her: wallet i is rotsaitig tt he said. “y
gave her her monthly: allowance “yes-»
erday.'. Forty pounds, .to cover Sukha’s
‘wages . and: all the ‘household expenses.
_ She. always « kept. ner , ROD EY in’ this -
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“Do you give her the allowance on
the same day every month?” :
-“Yes, always on the sixteenth. I’m ,
paid on the fifteenth and I give her
the money after I deposit my check.”
'“Who else would: know about. this?”
. “I daresay Sukha would.. No one else. kid
“Where is he now?”:
“P11 call him.”
Clark left the room, to petien a mo-
ment later with the Indian servant.
Sukha, in his’ middle twenties, wore
' traditional Indian robes. His manner
was calm..and serious.
» ‘Buchanan asked where ‘he ‘had been
when Mrs. Clark screamed. —_ -
Sukha. affirmed: that he was asleep.
He went on to explain in pidgin English,
. that his quarters were off the kitchen,
a separate building behind. the. main
house. .°“He had heard nothing until
Clark had come to wake him.
Sukha said that he knew. Mrs. Clark zt
was: given her allowance’ on the six-
teenth, but denied vigorously that he’
had told this to anyone else...
Inspector: Buchanan turned to Clark
again. “I agree that robbery may have |:
been the motive. There’ve been a num-=::
ber of robberies lately ‘carried out by
members of a criminal gang .of Indians,
‘wanted by.the Indian police as_ well as
by us.. But robbery may’ have -been-a .
“cover-up for the real motive. “Tell me ‘;°
about Mrs, Clark’s, interests. . Who are —
‘her friends?”
But.she prefers to stick it out here with
me,.She has no outside interests, hardly
goes out of the house. I can’t’ see who’
‘would want to. kill her.”
“Do you have many visitors?”
thoughtful. ‘
fore.. We had'a young engineer named ‘¢
.Shireman of about thirty, of medium
. that.” Oye
“from ‘a hospital official, who reported
that Mrs. Clark had ‘just died: on the. -
‘operating table. He broke the news 4
-covered his face with his hands.
“She’s ‘always been’ daccted to her ;
home .and ‘family,” Clark said. “The .
“climate does not seem to agree with her,
‘and I’ve urged her to return to England.: ::
-who had seen strangers in the neighbor-
~-morning, Buchanan spoke by telephone |
“No.’ Clark frowned and. was
“I hadn’t thought of it be-
Mark Freeman living with us for a time.
Came in the hope of: getting a govern-
ment job. “My wife and I had plenty of ©
room here and took him in as a paying
boarder. He said:he had a private in-
come from England, but he hadn’t. When
he failed to get the job, he began bor-
rowing from us. .I finally sent him
packing about two.months ago. ‘Don’t
know whether he’s still in Agra or not.”
| Clark described Freeman as a York-
build and dark complexion. He said
‘that. Mrs. Clark had always: liked him
and that once after he had left he had
.come. back to her for money and that
she had given it to him out of her own
funds.
| “Out. of her’ “household monet?
Buchanan asked. .
A strange look came: ‘over Clark’s face.
“Yes, : By George, I hadn't thought of
|The talenhone rang and Buchanan
picked up the-receiver. The call was
to Clark, who sank into a chair and
““\A photographer and a fingerprint ex-
in the garden reported that they had *
‘found no footprints or other clues.. An
officer who had been questioning neigh-
bors: said he had discovered no one yet
hood.
- Though it. was nearly two in the |
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purchases. He had tried to contact no one. and I didn’t kill her.”
Thinking that someone might risk com-
ing to the house to see Sukha, Moore further questioning.”
and Fitzmorris kept a
ing the night. Again they met with failure. problem today.”
The following morning, Moore dropped in When Freeman had been led out by an
officer, Inspector Moore asked Buchanan
at headquarters to report.
“It’s been discouraging from this end, whether he thought him guilty.
too,” Buchanan said. “Indian detectives “He has a possible motive and, as far
) loaded with 4s, I didn’t hire any Indians to kill her—
“Pm afraid we'll have to detain you for
lternate watches dur- “Good. At least that solves the eating
have brought us seven suspects, all mur- . as we know, opportunity,” replied Buch-
derous-looking fellows who would slit your anan slowly.. “But his manner strikes me
throat for a rupee. But I can’t connect
any of them with Mrs. Clark’s murder.” velops.”
As Moore was about to leave, Buchanan’s Moore returned to the Clark home. And
phone rang. He listened briefly and hung just after dark that night something hap-
pened. While Moore and Fitzmorris were
up.
“Mark Freeman has been located,” he in the back bedroom, the doorbell rang.
said. “They’re pringing him here now.
Better stay around.
as rather forthright. We'll see what- de-
Clark had gone out and only Mrs. Au-
gusta Fulham was home. -Moore slipped
An inspector arrived with the Clarks’ . behind a curtain from which point he
ex-roomer. Freeman looked the part of could see the door.
the down-and-outer. His face had the Mrs. Fulham, in a negligee which showed
hard-bitten cast of a man who feels that © her youthful figure to advantage, opened
the world is against him. He was un- the door. She stepped back and Moore
shaven and his white linen suit was baggy heard her give a low exclamation.
; The two callers were Indians wearing
Buchanan asked when Freeman had dark-colored robes. One of ‘them began:
and soiled
learned of Mrs. Clark’s death.
to speak.
“T read it in the paper this morning,” ‘Mrs. Fulham cut him, off sharply. She
turned and hurried into her bedroom. She
returned to the front door carrying sev-
eral bank notes in her hand. She handed
them to the Indians, closed the door at once
“Any way I could, after my savings ran and returned to her room. ; ;
out. Now I’m living at a roominghouse on “Quick. Follow those two,” Moore told
credit, panhandling my meals. My. brother Fitzmorris.
in England is trying to scrape up enough The inspector nodded and slipped out
Freeman said.
“How Jong since you've had work?”
“Nearly a year.” :
“How have you been living?”
money to get me home.”
through the back door.
“How long since you've seen Mrs. A little later, Mrs. Fulham entered the
' dining-room to arrange some flowers.
Freeman’s eyes met Buchanan’s sharply. Moore ‘asked casually who her callers had
“t came to borrow money from her about been.
a week after I left there. She loaned me She looked puzzled, then said: “Oh,
the two Indians? They were tradesmen.”
Clark?”
twenty rupees.”
“what day of the month was that?”
“They weren't friends of Sukha?”
Freeman hesitated. “Let me see—it was Mrs. Fulham laughed nervously. “No.
on August 16th, the day Clark gave her her They were tailors to whom my husband
household allowance. Td hardly eaten all owed a small bill. 1 paid them.” ;
Moore waited eagerly for Inspector Fitz-
morris, who did not return until nearly
week.”
“Were you broke again this week?”
think midnight.
Freeman smiled faintly. “So you
it possible I went to Mrs. Clark and when “Well, I’ve got the dope on them for
she wouldn’t give me money I killed her
you,” Fitzmorris said. “T followed them
and stole it. Well, it could be a good to the back room of a bazaar in the heart
theory, except that I’m still broke and I_ of the native citys I was lucky enough to
find a phone near by and I contacted In-
haven't eaten all day.”
Buchanan asked whether he ever went spector Singh of the Indian police.
joined me and we waited till they came
to the Indian quarter.
Freeman shrugged. “Inspector, I suspect ‘out. He identified them as sneak thieves.
what is in your mind. Well, all I can say He knows where they sleep and says
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the crime the “most cold-blooded murder |
ever perpetrated in East St. Louis.”
The constable was taken that afternoon |
from the East St. Louis city prison to the
county jail at Belleville, because of rumors
that lynch mobs were being formed of |
friends of both Grissorn and Wilma Ham-
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He was brought to trial before Circuit
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Attorney Louis P. Zerweck elected to try |
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contending that her four bullet wounds
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names are Mohan and Budhakanyar.”
“Are they tailors?”
“Tailors?” Fitzmorris looked puzzled.
“Why, no—they’re professional thieves.”
The next morning Moore reported
the entire incident to Chief Inspector
Buchanan.
* “It’s almost unbelievable that Mrs. Ful-
._ ham could have been involved in Mrs.
Clark’s death,” Buchanan
“Yet, if not, why would she have given
money: to these criminals?”
“Blackmail? Perhaps some marital in-
discretion?” Moore suggested.
“But she’s a widow ‘now, and she’s from
Meerut, more than a hundred miles away.
Well, we'll certainly have to investigate.
You’d better go there at once. Talk about
her to as many people as you can. If you
conceal your identity, you may be able to
learn more,”
| eee oe Moore left, Buchanan telephoned
to Army headquarters at New Delhi and
spoke to a personnel officer. _He learned
that Mrs, Fulham’s husband, Horace Ful-
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retired: three months. previously to his
plantation near Meerut, where he had died
only a month before, of sunstroke, at the
age of fifty-four. He had been married to.
the present Mrs. Fulham, the daughter of
a government official, for eleven years.
She was his second wife. _.
Inspector Moore arrived in Meerut early
the next morning. He called at the office
of a real-estate firm, where he had an in-
itial stroke of good luck. Saying that he
was considering the, buying of a small
plantation, he found, as he had hoped, that
the Fulham plantation was up for sale,
because of its’ owner’s death. ey,
Ten minutes later he stood before a neat,
attractive bungalow surrounded by fields
of sugar cane. He let himself be shown
around the place, and expressed appro-
priate interest. While in the house, he
took out his fountain pen to make~ some
notes and casually left it behind.
Bit by bit, Moore drew the agent into a
discussion of the Fulhams. He learned
that they had been prominent in social
circles, belonged to the best clubs, and
entertained often. Ag
“I suppose you’d have called Horace
Fulham .the typical British colonial,” the
agent said. “He was a gay old dog, drank
a good deal and liked to give parties. Not
overly brilliant, but good-natured. His
wife was much younger, a beautiful wom-
an and a charming hostess. They were
invited everywhere.” (
Moore asked whether Fulham’s death
had been sudden. reise
“Yes, rather,” the agent replied.
“Though he was a heavy man, he seemed
in the pink of health until last spring when
“he got too much sun. ‘He.had another sun-
‘stroke in October, and that finished him.”
Moore commented on the fact that in
Mrs. Fulham’s absence the place had been
well kept up.
“Fulham was lucky in having an ex-
cellent secretary, an Indian named Kanji.
He’s been in charge. Would you like to
meet him?” .,
They stopped at a temporary structure
on the edge of the plantation where the
inspector was introduced to a smiling
young Indian in European dress who was
_seated at a desk. They exchanged a few
words about the condition of the plantation.
Then Moore took his leave and was driven
back to Meerut.
He thanked the agent and promised to
get in touch with him. Then he went to
an agency and rented an automobile. .
He -drove back to the plantation and
hunted up Mr. Kanji. He seated himself
commented..
across the desk from him and took twenty
rupees from his wallet. The Indian’s eyes
brightened.
“l'd like to know a little more about
whether the plantation is making money,
the cost of supplies, upkeep on the house,
and all that.”
The Indian pocketed the twenty rupees
with a smile. He went to a safe and with-
drew a number of ledgers.
“Both the farm accounts and Mr. and
Mrs. Fulham’s personal accounts,” he said.
“They may help you.” :
He then left the office. :
Moore was interested first in the names
of the Fulhams’ Indian servants and
plantation workers. He failed to find the
names Mohan or Budhakanyar. He leafed
through personal accounts and found that
Fulham had paid bills to Allahabad Broth-
ers, ‘Tailors, in Agra. He could find no ac-
counts with any other tailors. In Mrs.
Fulham’s accounts, he found no unex-
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which might indicate that she was being
blackmailed.
He. noticed some bills paid to a Dr.
Palmer of Meerut and wrote down the
name. Other bills had been paid to a school
for girls, and he noted these items too.
At last he looked up Kanji again and
explained that he had left his fountain pen
in the house. When they went there, he
took another twenty rupees from his pocket
7 asked, “All right if I look around a
b t »”
The Indian nodded, pocketed the money
and disappeared.
Moore began a thorough search. He
went through a desk in Mrs. Fulham’s
room looking for a diary or personal cor-
respondence, but failed to find either.
Suddenly a blotter in a desk drawer
caught his eye. He looked at it closer.
There was little chance, but he held it to
‘a mirror anyway. Near the top of the
blotter, above the central jumble of ink-
marks, was a sentence that looked deciph-
erable. He studied it for some time and
finally was able to make out the following:
. .. administered a heavy dose yes-
terday. Hubby returned all the tea
untasted....
The sentence had been blotted at this
point; apparently it was the end of a page
which the writer wished to turn over.
Moore failed to find the rest of it, nor
could he find more than a few other legible
words on the blotter.
Bul that sentence was enough. Te no-
ticed that the medicine cabinet in the
bathroom had been emptied. He then left
the plantation and returned to Meerut,
where he telephoned Chief Inspector Bu-
chanan.
He read the fragment over the telephone.
“I suppose she could be talking about
medicine,” he said, “but ‘administering a
heavy dose’ sounds to me very much like
poison,”
“It still seems like a crazy idea that
Mrs. Fulham could be involved,” Buchanan
remarked. “Nevertheless we can’t afford
to overlook any possibilities. I’m going to
take the responsibility of ordering a secret
exhumation of Fulham’s body. You'd bet-
ter see what else you can find out there.”
Moore went to call on Dr. Palmer. He
now identified himself as an inspector and
hinted of police suspicion of poisoning in
Horace Fulham’s death. :
Palmer, an elderly man with a bristling
white mustache, stared at him in open
~ astonishment.
“Who on earth would want to poison
poor Fulham? That’s ridiculous, sir. In
thirty years’ practice in India, I’ve been
called on dozens of sunstroke cases, ‘I tell
you Fulham died of sunstroke.”
Palmer said that after Fulham’s first
seizure he had found the man prostrate,
. his face purplish. His fever was 103, and
he was undergoing violent convulsions.
Mrs. Fulham said that he had collapsed
at a polo match. In the following weeks,
he had gradually improved, though com-
plaining of stomach trouble. For a time
he showed symptoms of cholera, though he
apparently had managed to throw it off.
Then in Octobor had come the fatal stroke.
“When I arrived, Mrs. Fulham told me
that he had been gardening without a hat.
There he was lying in the garden, partially
paralyzed and babbling like a child. I saw
that I could do little and thought his best
chance was a hospital in Agra. But ap-
parently he was too far gone.’ I’d stake
my reputation that he died of sunstroke.”
OORE then visited the boarding school
which the Fulhams’ daughter attended.
Kathleen Fulham, an extremely pretty girl
with her mother’s blond hair and brown
eves, was reluctant to talk of her father’s
illness. .
“Did your mother or the servants ever
give your daddy any medicine in his tea?”
‘the inspector asked.
The girl stared with obvious hostility
and shook her head.
“How did your daddy seem when you
last saw him?”
She hesitated a long time before saying,
“Daddy was all limp and he didn’t talk
right. Dr. Palmer carried him out to his
car, and he and mother drove him to the
station. That’s the last time I ever saw
him.”
Moore visited Meerut’s four chemists’
shops and checked their sales of poison.
He found no sales recorded in the name of
Mrs. Fulham nor in the names of any of
the Indians she employed.
He then returned to Agra. He told the
chief inspector his susvicions in detail.
Buchanan made a gesture of hel~lessness.
“T can’t make it out,” he said. “We're deal-
ing with an avvarently sweet, normal
woman who is either comvletelv innocent
or else she is a cold-blooded killer. We sus-
pect her of slowly pojsoning her husband
to death and paying thugs to murder Mrs.
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“This would imvly that Lieutenant Clark
fits into the picture somewhere.”
“Definitely. Well, we'll be in a better
position to act after the report on the
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had been questioned further.
“He denies knowing the two Indians,”
Buchanan said, “but he admits being des-
perate for money and ‘thinking of asking’
Mrs. Clark. I’m still holding him.”
Late that evening, Major O’Meara of
the Medical Corps handed Buchanan a
formal report of the autopsy. “We found
no poison in the vital organs,” he said.
“But there were traces of arsenic in a thigh
bone. Under certain circumstances, ar-
senic will penetrate the bones—particu-
larly when it has been given regularly over
a long period.”
“Could arsenic cause symptoms that
would be mistaken for sunstroke?” Buch-
anan asked.
“No, but other poisons might. For in-
stance, a mixture of atropine and cocaine.”
HEN O’Meara had left, Buchanan called
in. Inspector Moore.
“Well, we may as well face it,” he said.
-“Only someone in the Fulham ‘household
could have administered arsenic to the
man over a long period. |
Fulham’s writing on the blotter, about a
heavy does in tea, referred to arsenic and
that it was part of’a letter to a fellow-con-
spirator.
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and die,” he told
the unhappy girl
poison sales in Meerut, whom do you
suspect?”
“Lieutenant Clark,” Moore said at once.
“He’s in the Army medical department.
He’d have easy access to poisons. He could
send them through the mail.”
“Exactly. I’m going to have both Clark
and Mrs. Fulham brought here at once, to
be questioned separately. Meanwhile we
will search the house for that letter.”
. Police officers picked up Clark at the
medical department. Although he still
wore a black armband, his manner was no
longer doleful. He was completely self-
assured, almost jaunty.
. “Are there new developments?” he asked.
“Nothing. definite,” -Buchanan replied.
“We wanted you to help us if you can. How
long have you known the Fulhams?”
“About three years.”
“Did you visit them while Horace Ful-
ham was ill?”
“Yes.” Clark’s eyes were alert.
“As a medical man, what was your
opinion of his condition?”
“Poor old Fulham had suffered a severe
stroke. But with great patience, Mrs. Ful-
ham was able to nurse him back to health
until he exposed himself again.”
“Did you see him after his second at-
tack?”
“No, it happened that I was in Calcutta
on business then.”
“And were you completely satisfied that
he died of sunstroke?”
Clark looked puzzled. “Of course. Dr.
Palmer found him lying in the burning sun,
paralyzed.”
“Did it ever occur to you that he might
have been poisoned?”
“Heavens, no. Whatever gave you that
idea?”
“As a medical man, it’s quite easy for
you to buy poison, isn't it?”
“Yes, T have a small laboratory where T
do experimental work om tropleal clineassers,
I’d say that Mrs. |
But wait a minute. Are you accusing me
of poisoning poor old Fulham?”
“Not at the moment.” Buchanan shifted
his attack. “Are you and Mrs, Fulham on
intimate terms?” he asked bluntly.
Clark’s face flushed angrily. “By God, I
don’t know when I’ve heard a more out-
rageous insult!” he stormed. “Until this
double tragedy struck, Mrs. Fulham was
happily married and so was I. Mrs. Ful-
ham was the wife of one of my best friends.
My own wife was completely devoted to
me. Now, sir, what is this?”
Buchanan looked steadily at him. “You
didn’t answer .my question,” he said
blandly. f
“We're definitely not on intimate terms,
sir.” Clark rose and turned angrily on his
accusers. “It seems to me that you’re
wasting valuable time. My wife was ob-
viously killed by the man who stole her
money, and I think Freeman is that man.
He knew my wife got her allowance on
the sixteenth and he was desperate for
money. Why don’t you bring charges?”
Clark picked up his hat. “Now if you'll
excuse me, I must get back to my work.”
“Tm sorry, Lieutenant,” Buchanan said
quietly, “but I’ve already notified your
office. We’re holding you while we make
further investigation. Meanwhile you are
under arrest.”
MES: FULHAM had already arrived at
headquarters, and as soon as Clark
had been led out, Chief Inspector Buch-
anan sent for her.
He came straight to the point. “Mrs.
Fulham, Inspector Moore has been doing
some: investigationg, and we have decided
that your husband was murdered—by the
administration of poison.”
. The woman paled, but regained her com-
posure quickly.
“That’s not possible. I was with him
constantly. I’d have known.”
“Do you think a servant might have
poisoned him?”
“I don’t see how.”
“Perhaps in his tea?”
“No. He was always good to the ser-
vants.” :
“Mrs. Fulham, in a letter you wrote some
time ago, the following words appear:
. administered a heavy dose yesterday.
-Hubby returned all the tea untasted.”
He thought he saw a flicker of panic in
Mrs. Fulham’s eyes, but she managed a
faint smile. “My husband was a very bad
patient: _He simply wouldn’t take the
medicine the doctor prescribed and I had
to resort to tricks. Putting his medicine
in his tea was one.”
“Tell me what happened from the time
you left Meerut with him, until his death.”
“It’s not a story I particularly like to
tell,” Mrs. Fulham said. “The train was
due to arrive here at eight o’clock and
there was to be an ambulance waiting. But
the train was nearly three hours late, and
by that time the ambulance driver had
returned to the hospital. I called them
up when I arrived, but could not reach
anyone in authority. After several at-
tempts, I had my husband taken to a hotel.
We tried to get the hospital again and no
one answered. We went back to my hus-
band again and found him dead.”
“You say ‘we,’” Buchanan said pointedly.
“Who was with you when your husband
died? Lieutenant Clark?”
“No, my little daughter, Kathleen.”
“Mrs. Fulham, we’ve learned that the
men to whom you gave money, weren’t
tailors. You said they were tailors—re-
member?”
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Indian servant found out. I made him a
cash payment for silence. But it seems
that wasn’t enough. He’s continued to
come around for small amounts ever since.”
“Then you admit ‘you were lying when
you said these men were tailors?”
“Tm afraid I was.”
“Are you and Lieutenant Clark on inti-
mate terms?”
“Certainly not.
cusation.”
Buchanan’ terminated the questioning
and Mrs. Fulham was led away by a police
matron.
Chief Inspector Buchanan turned to In-
spector Moore. “Well, in spite of their
statements, I’m convinced that they’re both
guilty. But we’ve got to face the fact that
we haven’t enough evidence to warrant
an arrest. A jury might believe that it
was medicine that Mrs. Fulham put in her
husband’s tea. . We’d never be able to dig
up the facts to prove Mrs. Fulham’s
alleged indiscretions. And a clever lawyer
might be able to explain away the arsenic
in the body. We’ve got to get more direct
evidence.” ;
That’s a ridiculous ac-
HE transcripts of Lieutenant Clark’s and
Mrs. Fulham’s statements were typed up
in time for Buchanan to take them home
with him, and he spent the evening poring
over them. Though convinced that many
of Clark’s statements were outright lies,
he could find no flaw in their logic.
He went over Mrs. Fulham’s statement
word by word, comparing it with the
written report of Moore’s investigations at
Meerut. At last he came upon something.
Though it was late at night, he called Moore
on the telephone and said:
“In your report, you quote Kathleen
Fulham as saying: ‘The doctor carried
daddy out to his car and he and mother
drove him to the station. That’s the last
time I saw daddy alive.’ Is that correct?”
“That’s right,” Moore said.
“Well, I have Mrs. Fulham’s statement
here, and she said: ‘We tried to get the
hospital again, but no one answered. We
went back to my husband and found him
dead.’ I asked her whom she meant by
‘we.’ She hesitated and then said she
meant herself and her little daughter. So
I’m ready to bet that Mrs. Fulham made
a slip of the tongue. And I think I know
why: She didn’t want to bring in Clark.
How do we know that Clark was in Cal-
cutta that night? I think he was in the
hotel and that Mrs. Fulham’s daughter was
there too. Her mother wouldn’t leave her
alone with her father dying. I’m sending a
matron to Meerut to bring the girl here.”
Kathleen Fulham was brought in at noon
the following day. Buchanan and Moore
had planned carefully what approach to
use on the girl. After quieting her fears
as much as possible, they talked to her
about honesty and truthfulness.
“Kathleen, didn’t your father always say
that you should tell the truth?” Buchanan
said in a gentle tone.
The girl nodded.
“All right, Kathleen. You’ve nothing to
be afraid of. You came to Agra with your
mother the night your father was so sick,
didn’t you?”
She nodded silently.
“You don’t like Lieutenant Clark, do
you?”
“T hate him!” the girl replied quickly.
“Tell me what happened that night.”
“He was waiting in the lobby,” she whis-
pered. “He helped get daddy upstairs.
They put him on the bed. Then Lieuten-
ant Clark took a box ‘from his pocket and
emptied some powder into a glass of water
and filled a needle with it. He said it would
help daddy’s fever. He pushed the needle
into daddy’s arm. Pretty soon daddy made
a funny gurgling noise. A little later,
Lieutenant Clark felt of daddy’s heart and
said, ‘He’s dead’.” .
A stenographer had been taking down
the girl’s words.
“Why didn’t you tell us this before,
Kathleen?” Buchanan asked gently.
“Because Lieutenant Clark made me
promise not to. He said that if I ever did,
I might get sick and die the way daddy
did.”
Buchanan called the matron to accom-
pany the girl back to school.
“Well, I’m going to charge them both
with Fulham’s murder,” he said to Moore.
“But we'll still need that letter from Mrs.
Clark. If only it hasn’t been destroyed.”
Buchanan ordered Mark Freeman re-
leased, now satisfied that he was com-
pletely innocent and in no way connected
with the crime.
At this point an attendant brought a
’ And then it says, ‘There are things more important then money
- a home, children, the quiet satisfaction of a job well done’ ”
message from Lieutenant Clark asking to
speak with Buchanan. The inspector had
him shown in.
“T’ve just been told that Mrs. Fulham
and I are going to be charged with mur-
der,” Clark said. “I hope you realize that
even though we will be acquitted, this will
ruin Mrs. Fulham socially, and I shall prob-
ably be discharged from the service.”
“What,” Buchanan asked, “did you want
to see me about?”
“Am I to be denied bail and held here
indefinitely?”
“Tm afraid so.”
“Then I must speak to Sukha and give
him some personal instructions.”
“Tll relay any instructions you wish to
send him.”
“But it’s a personal matter.” Clark hes-
itated, then said: “As a special favor, will
you let me send him a sealed message?”
Buchanan was thoughtful. “Well, it’s
against regulations, but I’ll make an ex-
ception.” :
Ten minutes later an attendant brought
Buchanan a sealed letter. The inspector
told Moore:
“Take this to Sukha and hang around the
house. Pretend to be doing something
else, but keep an eye on him. Don’t let
him destroy anything. If he tries to de-
stroy this note, get it away from him.”
Moore delivered the letter. Pretending
to leave, he came around the house and
stationed himself behind a tree from which
he could catch a glimpse of Sukha through
the kitchen door. At exactly four o’clock,
Sukha came out carrying his basket on his
head. Moore followed him on his rounds
as before. On the return trip, Sukha
walked rear an open sewage trench. Moore
saw him stop to adjust the bundles in his
basket. As the house boy reached into the
basket, Moore caught up with him and
grasped his arm. His hand held a bundle
of letters.
At headquarters, Buchanan
rapidly through the missives.
“We've got a case,” he said.
glanced
| Fares aie! CLARK and Mrs. Augusta
Fulham were brought to formal trial at
Allahabad on January 27th, 1912, before
Chief Justice Sir Henry Richards. The
case had already attracted wide interest.
The police, working with Crown Counsel
Mr. Ross Alston, had amassed much more
evidence against the prisoners. Thev had
proved that during Fulham’s illness, Clark
had bought arsenic, cocaine, atropine, hy-
drochlorate and antipyrin from various
chemists and had also obtained a cholera
culture from a government bacteriologist.
Sukha had been arrested, along with
the Indians, Mohan and Budhakanyar, and
had signed a formal confession. He stated
that the murder had been plotted by Clark
and Mrs. Fulham at Clark’s home, and that
Clark had offered the Indians one hundred
rupees to kill his wife. Sukha was to let
the natives in. He said that the plan had
nearly misfired when the two Indians had
failed to arrive until just before the return
of Clark and Mrs. Fulham. And the two
Indians had blundered, Sukha said, in
coming to the house for their money. He
himself had been delegated to take it to
them, but knowing he was being watched
had postponed meeting them.
The substance of Prosecutor Alston’s
charge was that Clark had plotted from
the beginning to kill both Fulham and his
own wife and marry Mrs. Fulham in order
to obtain her husband’s wealth. Mrs. Ful-
ham had fallen hopelessly in love with
Clark and had become his virtual slave.
——— her own passions he dominated
er, ‘ ‘
The Crown also alleged that Clark had
‘mailed arsenic to Mrs. Fulham,-who had
administered it over a six months’ period
to weaken Horace Fulham’s general physi-
cal condition. Clark had also sent his
Sweetheart atropine and cocaine to ad-
minister to Fulham to simulate sunstroke
and “finish him off.”
The cold-blooded letters of Mrs. Fulham
to Clark created a sensation when read in
court. In one letter, Mrs, Fulham thanked
Clark for sending the arsenic, but said
that it had no effect. In another she said
that her husband looked so well that she
wondered how long she would have to
continue the treatment. 1
On May 23rd, she wrote: “I have more
news for you. I administered a heavy dose
yesterday. Hubby returned all the tea
untasted. He said there was bad medi-
cine in it. This shows that jallopine is
readily tasted. I feel so disappointed.”
It was part of this letter which had left _
an impression on the blotter. |
On June 14th she wrote: “Hubby is very
ill with symptoms of cholera. All blame
the Masonic dinner, but you and I know.”
On July 25th she said that she was
sun.
On July 29th she wrote: “It is qa great
disappointment. It is evident that God
wills to spare my husband’s life.”
The letters continued until October,
when Fulham was taken to Agra. In a
letter written after Fulham’s death, Mrs,
Fulham gave vent to a statement that,
among other things, may be considered as
a masterpiece of self-deception. “I never
felt so happy and blissful before. God
has worked things out in the most beau-
tiful manner to bring two loving hearts
together.” : : i .
WHEN the letters were read in court,
the prosecution made much of the
completely callous tone of Mrs. Fulham’s
letters—as though poisoning her husband
by slow torture were a gay, exciting game.
The prosecution contended that the two
prisoners had. then set about wilfully to
poison Mrs, Clark, though these attempts
had _ failed. Through the testimony of
Sukha, it was shown that Clark and Mrs,
Fulham had hired the Indians who had
actually murdered her, xe
Near the end of the trial, Clark issued a
Signed confession in which he admitted
murdering Horace Fulham in the hotel by
administering antipyrin. “I am solely to
blame,” he said. “Mrs, Fulham was acting
under my influence. [I planned -the entire
thing, and Mrs. Fulham ought not to be
' judged too harshly,”
It was a clever move, designed to kill
two birds with one stone, namely: to re-
duce Mrs. Fulham’s sentence, and at the
‘same time put himself in a more favor- .
able light. :
But the jury failed to respond. On
March Ist, they returned a unanimous ver-
dict of first-degree murder. against Mrs,
Fulham and Lieutenant Clark, -
The Indians were tried separately, and
a jury found Sukha, Mohan and Budhakan-
+ yar guilty of first-degree murder, They
were hanged. . :
On March 10th, Chief Justice Richards
sentenced both Lieutenant Clark and Mrs.
Augusta Fulham to death by hanging,
Medical evidence was given, however, that
Mrs. Fulham was with child, and .for this
reason her sentence was ‘commuted to life
imprisonment.
All appeals were denied. Mrs. Fulham —
was sent off at once. to pay for her gay
adventure in adultery and murder with a
lifetime of penal servitude. Lieutenant -
Clark died on the gallows at Allahabad on
March 26th, 1912, sixteen days after his
conviction,
Eprror’s Nore: .
The name Mark Freeman, as used in
this story, is not-the real name of the
person concerned. This innocent per-
son has been given a fictitious name to
protect his identity. Photograph of
Lieutenant Clark appears on page 87.
(Continued from page 58) easily satisfied.
There had been some rumors in the neigh-
borhood that the Westlys had been quar-
reling over money and domestic affairs—
what did he have to say about that?
Westly’s manner was that of a reasonable
man. Sure, he and his wife had their
quarrels, Who didn’t? “But we patched
things up and I even gave her $500 to take
the trip.” He showed the deputies a receipt
for the money. Dated September 25th,
1947, it acknowledged “Payment in full for
money I let him have to get his fryer plant
started,” and was signed “Yvonne Westly.”
Yet, when the investigators checked the
Story they could find no taxi driver who
recalled having driven the woman, to the
station on the 27th. Instead, they learned
from neighbors that on the morning of the
28th the flock of chickens had started to
make an unearthly racket; also that the
light was shining in the back of the house
where Westly usually butchered his birds
for market.
As a result, the man was placed under
arrest and his farm was searched. A shirt,
trousers, a vest, and a sheet which ap-
peared to be bloodstained were found. But
was it human or animal blood?
With Westly, cool as a cucumber, in-
sisting that his wife had gone off to Massa-
chusetts, the investigators found them-
selves confronted with three major prob-
lems. The first was to attempt to obtain
a pattern of fingerprints from the shrivelled
fragment of the hand found in: the bay.
The second was to discover whether the
receipt for $500 had been signed by Mrs,
Westly or by someone else. And the third
was to identify the origin of the blood. To
find the answers, Identification Officer
Ralph Lee packed up the evidence, took a
trip to Washington, D. C., and went to the
seventh floor of the Department of Justice
Building on Pennsylvania Avenue.
Here, behind the glass-paneled rooms of
the FBI Laboratory, Officer T.ee stated his
case, ‘To. the keen-eyed scientists, who
comprise the FBI Laboratory of Director
Science Spots a Killer
J. Edgar Hoover’s headquarters staff, it
was a typical problem which the FBI was
equipped to solve.
Each examiner had been put through
the course of training given FBI Special
Agents so that, in addition to their labora-
tory skills,: they would have first-hand
knowledge of the actual problems facing
the men in the field who obtained evidence.
In addition, because J. Edgar Hoover does
not believe in training “all-around” ex-
aminers, each was a specialist in his own
particular brand of study.
With apparatus ranging from tiny im-
plements of micro-chemistry to compli-
cated spectrographs, cumbersome X-ray
machines, and huge ‘copying cameras, there
was not a single resource of science which
had gone untapped in order that the truth
might be gleaned from scattered clues. In
response to Officer Lee’s request, the FBI
Laboratory set to work.
First the hand went to the Single Finger-
print Section where a rubber-gloved spe-
cialist began the painstaking task of lift-
ing, with surgeon’s scalpel and tweezers,
the shrivelled portions of skin which bore
the key whorls and ridges. This done, he
turned to the civil files of the identifica-
tion division where from the more than
88,000,000 cards on record, four were found
which bore the name of Yvonne Casey—
Mrs. Westly’s maiden name. The search
for the victim’s identity was over. The
prints matched,
In another portion of the FBI Laboratory
an expert on questioned documents studied
the receipt which Westly said his wife had
signed. Careful measurements were taken
of the letters and comparisons were made
with known specimens of both the suspect
and his wife. “The signature is that of
Westly himself” was the finding.
The serologist added the third link to
the chain of evidence when he found that
the clothes and the hammer had been
stained by human blood.
Brought to trial for first-degree murder
on December 15th, 1947, the chicken farm-
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er stuck to his original story, except for
admitting that he had not received a card
from his wife, as he had first claimed. Hea
said that he had lied on this point because
too many neighbors were asking about her.
An orthopedic Surgeon testified that a
second leg, which wag found a mile from
the first discovery, came from the same
person. He showed X-ray photographs of
the two limbs, superimposed one over the
other, so that the jury could see the simi-
larity in structure, which he pointed out
was possible only in bones from the same
body. The growth lines showed an age of
at least thirty-five, while the size, weight,
and strength of the bones indicated the
body had been that of a female.
The fingerprint, handwriting, and sero-
logical experts then gave their impartial
findings. Although no trace had been
found of any other portions of the vic-
tim’s body, the weight of scientific evi-
dence was overwhelmingly against Westly.
Found guilty of first-degree murder, by the
first of the year he was serving a life
sentence.
In the FBI’s Laboratory, the Westly case
was but one of more than 17,000 calls for
assistance which arrived during 1948 from
law-enforcement agencies throughout the
country at the average rate of FOUR every
HOUR, every day in the week. Often
there was little more to work with than
a single hair, a fleck of blood, a particle of
Paint adhering to the battered victim of a
hit-and-run driver, a matchfolder found
at the scene of a burglary, a cigarette butt,
a lipstick stain, a heelprint, or a speck of
dust.
Thanks to the FBI and the cooperation
of law-enforcement agencies all over the
country, thousands of crimes are solved
and hordes of criminals convicted who
otherwise might have gone undetected and
unpunished. The work of the FBI ex-
perts has proved that in the constant duel 7
of science vs, crime, science js always the 9p
winner, ‘
—JULIAN Victor
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