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EXPERIENCES OF A v DETECTIVE,

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EXPERIENCES OF A v DETECTIVE, fi' I BY JAMES M'GOVAN, t, JAILOR ot "BROUGHT TO BAY," "HUIQTED II STRANGE CLUES," and "TRACED AND TBACKED." No. XLIX. tHE MASON'S BLOOD-STAINED MELL About the middle of the Potter-row there is a r^Hc-house, and opposite that public-house there Wide entry, leading principally to a place JJ 8 hats are made. Hatters, owing to fluctua- fashion, are compelled at times to put on sP«rt and work late and early; and one of them "J^ced to come alone that entry about twelve °ck one night, when he fell suddenly over a Rostrate figure. The exclamations of surprise '°h escaped his lips as he ploughed the causey ."tteswitb his nose were sharp as a blase of "RhtniDR. s the beast!" was his remark the blazes of lightning, alluding to a parfcicu- be: drnken hatter who bad left off shortly him; and he blazed away a little longer ^0 he felt his nose and tested his teeth to dis- *er how much he had been injured. Then be j'^ck a match and discovered bow unjust he had n to his own trade, tor the prostrate man was l, a poor tailor named Sam Stephens who lived apond near by, and was quite as drunken as n, hatter. "Get, up you brute, or I'll murder you cried batter, kicking the prostrate tailor heavily.^ You've nearly broken my neck, lying there," 8tePben made no reply, which struck the hatter U StranRe, for the tailor, though a silent man "bell sober, was usually talkative as a magpie -ben in drink. The hatter wasted another match, and then made a new kind of lightning remark. Stepbens lay upon his face with his arms spread fotward, but the face was covered with blood, J^fatcb seemed to have flowed down from the "Ottered scalp and sodden grey hairs above. He appeared to be still breathing and warm, but the swift conclusion of the latter was that he had been avenged before he was injured-that the tkilor was murdered already. II Mercy me they'll maybe say I've done it ^ysel' was the batter's horrifying thought. and a moment he was out into the Potter-row '"outing like mad for a policeman or help of any Ind. Luckily the man on the beat was not far and one or two stragglers appeared and helped 0 lift Stephens to a sitting position. He was quite conscious, and smelt so strongly of drink that e hatter suggested that be bad fallen and J^rt himself. The glare of the policeman's J»ntern, however, proved that most of Stephens' ^juries were on the top of the head, and also re- galed in the shadow of the wall close by a mason's bleil, all blood-stained, which had evidently been on the tailor's skull. There appeared to have "^en no robbery, as the injured man's pockets contained a shilling or two and a silver watch. *he result of these investigations was that Stephens was taken to the Infirmary, while the Wood-stained mail was put before me ah a clue to the Perpetrator. Very early in the morning I was at Stephens' "OUse, for the tailor still remained unconscious, lild was not expected to recover but at the out- to my surprise, I was met by a difficulty, p'epaens was not known to have a single enemy In the world but the gill stoop and his own easy nature, and bad not a mason among all his cronies 3r friends. His sister, with whom he lodged was Positive on the point, but it seemed to me that she lPas a poor authority. A man like Stephen?, who Ipent the best part of his time in public-bouses, nd was a capital singer and comic, must have had taany cronies and acquaintances of whom his lister knew nothing, Besides, humour is a dangerous possession, and many man bad been Murdered for a joke or a funny impersonation. l'bere are hundred of unhappy beings in this world So conceited as to take every comicality as a shaft ttf ridicule aimed at them. I bad a strong bus- picion that the murderous assailant would be found to be one of these. Setting aside the sister's opinion, I went to the public-house in the same street most frequented by Stephens, and there a fresh surprise awaited me. Stephens had not been there at all the night before, but a quarrelsome Uason of massive proportions, carrying a mason's tnell. had spent nearly two hours there. "There's the mark he made with hismellonthe table once when I did not bring him another gill luick enough," said the publican, with an Grieved look, after relating those curious facts, "and I was really afraid he would try it on me, Dr I would have turned him out very soon." When did he go out?" "Ob, not till after eleven o'clock; ha would not budge a step before the hour." I summed up rapidly. The tailor bad been found at twelve with a battered skull, and migh t bava lain there in the dark for nearly an hour Qonoticed } or possibly he had met the mason and taken some time to quarrel and get smashed, but, either way, suspicion pointed straight at the taason. When the mason left was be drunk?" I asked, fcfter the summing up. "He did not look drunk, and was quite able to alk." w a the guarded reply but he was very Quarrelsome." "Do you know anything about him !-bis name 8t whsre he lives?" Oh, yeg, bis name is John Barry, and ha lives lost along the street there—I'll show you tha •tair," and the publican wont to he door and Pointed along to the entry in which the injured tailor had been found. You'll find him there now, I believe," he added, "for he's not working just now through th.. frost." Surely never was a case more speedily traced. I felt quite elated, and began to think that I must be a kind of clever fellow after all. Pride always Roes before a fall. The mason Barry was in Edgings, which I found quite easily. The door "as opened by his landlady, who answered me trurapily and appeared to be in a very bad temper "Is he in?" I asked. Ou ay, ye'II find him in there," and she jerked thumb in the direction of a room door opposite. "He'll get use pity frae me when be brings it on bimsel' "Ah, he's ill then?" "Humph, he'll need a hair 0' the doug that bit him," she ungraciously answered. But be 11 Wait long or I gang for it. He's aye that way when be gangs to see his sweetheart. He should marry and be dune wit't and no keep decent folks oot o' their beds till twelve o'clock at nicht," and she whisked aside and banged the kitchen door in my face, evidently glad to have some one to ex- pend her wrath upon without risk. I knocked at the room door and entered. The place was a bed- room and parlour combined, and the mason was sitting up in bed blinking at me in that bleared and distressful fashion peculiar to men the morn- ing after a debauch. He was a very powerful, big-boned man, and I did not like the expression of his face at all. I cautioned him quickly, but he hemed hardly awake, or at least scarcely clear Enough in the brain to understand me. What are you looking for" be said at last, when he saw me searching around. "I'm looking for your mell," I curiously abswered. "Have you got such a thing?" He tried bard to think, aud at length by Bquoezing his head in with both hands, to com- poses his brain, I suppose, be was able to answer- IS Yell; I bad it up at-at a freend's last night doing a bit job," be said at last, but I brought ithamewi,nlg. What aboot my mell 1" "Are you sure you brought it home with you?" Ha tried hard to re .ember, but this time the noewing had no effect. Then he looked hazily around. but failed to find it, and then said to 1I:Ie- Do you not see it lying aboot ?" I pretended to look, but failed to find anything J'ke a mell.. Would you know it again it y°u Baw it?' I t*6xt inquired. Humph, fine that; it's got three nicks on the handle. I made them mysel' I went to the door and brought in a queer parcel, took off the brown paper cover, and exposed the blood-stained mell. "Is that it?" I asked, as he started and blinked In horror at the blood stains. Of course it is," he promptly answered, after A look at the handle. "Did onybody steal it? or "hat bat they been doing wito r — Do you not remember anything about it your- self:" I asked, in disgust. He thought and thought till the sweat came out on his brow, but no recollection came. He was pale enough when he had done, and feebly shoved the horrid mell away from him. I was in Spance's public-house," he said, in low, horror-stricken tonas, "and I mind o' them wanting to pit me oot; did I—did I quarrel wi' onybody after that? Did I strike onybody wi'thp m ell 1" It looks like it, for this mell was found in the pend below your window there, and a man lying near it with the top of his head nearly smashed in." Michty me! and did I do that I" and he appeared ready to faint away like a woman. I could not answer the question, and only wished that I could. I did the next best thing, however and looked over his hands and face and his clothes very carefully for traces or spots of blood, but without finding one. I was both sur- prised and puzzled, for it seemed to me im- possible that a man could be so drunk as he bad been and commit such a murder without carrying away blood-stains. According to his landlady be had been lying helplessly on the step outside the door when she was roused by his snoring to go out and help him in, and had certainly been unable to wash either hands or face. Indeed, he still wore everything but his coat and boots exactly as he had when lugged in the night before. Will the man dee ?" he feebly asked at length. It looks like it," I briefly answered. What's his name and what did we quarrel aboot?" be pursued in great agitation. "Oh, what a fool I've been a' my days. I should never put drink inside my lips, and now I'll be hanged for a thing I dinna mind o' daeing. But maybe I didna dae't; maybe it was somebody else. Does the man say I did it ?" His name is Sam Stephens. Had you any grudge against him ?" "Never saw him in my life or heard o' him," he responded in utter wretchedness and despair. "And you've come to take me up, I suppose, and lock me up in a condemned cell, and bring Calcraft to tie my arms-or is this just a touch o' the blue deevils?" and be put out a trembling band to feel if I was real. He was but a coward after all, for be began to cry like a bairn, and wrung his hands and protested that be would not stir an inch from the bed. "I never touched the man, and I never said that mell was mine. It's just a he you've made up to get me hanged/' be incoherently exclaimed, wriggling himself into a small knot under the bed clothes., "Get away out of here or I may murder you; I'm a desperate man, and there's no saying what I may do." A ewer of water stood handily near, and I could not resist the temptation, and poured a good half of it on his head as be wriggled about. He got up very nimbly and submitted very quietly to be handcuffed. Water is a wonderful weapon. I've seen students at a snowball riot, who had fought like devils when the police were compelled to use their truncheons, run like a flock of sheep tho moment the fire hose was turned on them. The mason was as thoroughly cowed as if I bad given him a battering with his own blood-stained mell. When he turned out into the Potter-row he paused for a moment and asked leave to go to the office by way of Bristo-s tree t-cle,.trl y a waste of time. I want to see a friend 0' mine-a Mrs Nixon —before I'm locked up," he pitifully pleaded. I may never see her again." Can't allow it, I'm sorry to say," was my quick reply. "She'll be a sweetheart, I suppose?" I sympathetically added. Ob, no," and be flushed a little as be blurted out the words. "A widow 1" m Ob, no, a married woman—just a freend." Oh, indeed,and I whistlea aloud. He asked no more favours, but shuffled along, busy with bis own thoughts, till we were near the Central, when be suddenly raised his bead and said- "You could go and tell her about this," he said in a broken and dejected tone and he gave me her address. I did not promise, fcut I resolved to see Mrs Nixon, nevertheless. In a murder case a detective can never know too much. I do not think, from the tone in which the request was made by Barry and his manner throughout, that he could have had the slightest suspicion of the true state of this strangely complicated case; indeed, as I shall show, the wonder is that there was not an innocent hanging. It is astonishing how near we may approach death without actually vanishing into the Great Beyond. I meant to visit Mrs Nixou, though why I can- not tell, but after Barry had made a very stupid and contradictory declaration before the Fiscal and been locked up, I was so busy with some other inCidents of the case that I did not get near tha house in Bristo-street. In the afternoon, a little to my surprise, a ycung and very good-looking woman appeared at my house in Charles-street and asked to see me. Her name was given as Mrs Nixon, and I decided to see her. She seemed terribly excited, and bursting to pour forth her story into my ear. In her shaking hands she held a parcel done up in brown paper. "You've taken up John Barry for killing a man," she said, and he's no more guilty than I am. He couldn't do such a thing, for he's as soft as a lamb, and turns white at the sight of blood. I know he does, for once when I cut my finger be nearly fainted." I stafed at the woman angrily, wondering what that had to do with the case, and why I should wait my dinner to listen to it. There's more than that," she pursued, reading my face with remarkable acuteneas. "Barry is innocent, but I think I know who is the guilty one." "Indeed who is it 7" iUy husband, Alfred Nixon." She paled slightly as she said it, and I looked into her eyes in profound disgust. The woman who can turn against her husband even when he is guilty deserves to be hooted cut of the world. "Indeed ? Had your husband any grudge against Stephens?" "Oh, no, I don't think he knew him at all; but he had a grudge against Barry, and has done this to got him iuto trouble." This was ridiculous, and I laughed outright. "Wait till you hear," she cried, evidently annoyed at the merriment. "Nixon hates Barry, and he wished him dead a hundred times.' Why?" and 1 looked at her point blank, when her eyes immediately fell before mine, just as Barry's had done in tha morning. "Oh, just—just because hew as jealous of him; because Barry used to lodge with us." Imphrnn—go on." He would never rest till be got him to leave," she hurriedly continued, to cover the wincing on her part; but he was more jealous of him than ever. Yesterday Barry camo up to the house to smooth my kitchen hearthstone as he had promised, and ho had not been out of the house ten minutes when Nixon came in and swore and stamped, and said he would have his life for it.' "For smoothing the hearth? or for coinilig to gg0 you »" I suppose so," she cleverly answered. Says htf, 'I'll mell him with his own mell, and he'll never trouble you again.' I let him rave away, expecting the tit to go off, but ho wouldnc taka any tea, and went out again to look for Barry, as he said. I never saw him again till twelve o'clock, when he came in very quietly, not storming a bit. He spoke to me, and I pretended to be sleeping, though I was watching him all the time. He went to the sink and washed his hands, which were all bloody. I thought I would have dropped through the bed when I saw them, and I don't know how I kept in the scream. Then ho looked at me again, and took off his shirt, which was spotted with blood in the breast and at the wristbands, and he washed it as well as he could, and wrapped it up and put it away among the dirty clothes. Then he took out a clean shirt and crumpled it up as if it had been worn for a little, and put it down on the chair besides his clothes. When he had all thatdone I woke up and spoke to him—pretended, that is. I asked him if he had seen Barry, and be said, "Never you mind.' Then I started up, and said that he had killed Barry; that I knew he had, and could see it in his face; but he only said, 'No, I haven't; I wish to God I had.' I said nothing about what I bad seen, but I lay all night awake. So did be, though he pretendad to be snoring. Whenever I heard of Barry being taken up I knew what he had done-be has knocked down that man to got Barry into trouble and have him hanged for the murder." I thought Mrs Nixon's theory the most out- rageous that bad ever been advanced but still there was something Strang.) as well as graphio in the details she had just given, and it seemed not unlikely that there might be a connection between Nixon and the crime. I did not doubt Mrs Nixon's veracity for a moment, although ber whole story was poured forth with the evident intention of clearing Barry but to remove all doubts she un- rolled the package in her hands and exposed a print cotton shirt, from the breast and cuffs of which a clumsy attempt had been made to remove some splatcbes of blood. I still failed t-j see what object Nixon could have bad in mauling a strange and inoffensive man when be was burning to smash in the skull of Barry, but all tho facts tended to show that he had been about some dark deed: and I accordingly dismissed Mrs Nixon with an injunction to keep secret all tnat she revealed. Nixon was a grocer's assistant, and I went to see him as soon as I had finished dinner. I had no fear of him trying to escape, for he evidently believed that no one suspected him of complicity. I found the shop easily, and had no difficulty in spotting the man, though be had not even been described to me. Behind the counter were two young men serving separate customers, but one of them-a dark little fellow of twenty-seven or so—no eooner sighted my face than bis own became a sickly white, and bis bands so tremulous that the fingers could scarcely fasten the twine on the parcel he was putting up. When the shop was empty I went forward to the droop- ing man, and said- 51 Yon are Alfred Nixon "Yes," he filtered, and not another word escaped him. Up to the moment of entering the shop I bad bad no thought of taking bim with me. Now I had no hesitation* and cautioned bim quickly, though that seemed unnecessary. Novices at crime seldom find power to say mush at such a Koment. An innocent man will pour out a declaration of the truth, but a guilty one needs little warning. His speech deserts him. It did seem strange to me that Nixon should take his arrest so quietly, for, it will be observed, we had no evidence whatever against him; but hid silence was the first thing that made me suspect him. When we were on the way to the Central he incautiously said- "I heard to-day that Barry bad been taken up is it true?" I made no reply, and be continued- He's a quarrelsome brute, and I hope he'll be hanged for it." This finished his conversation, and he reserved tha rest for his declaration before the Fiscal. Unfortunately for him his deposition was a tissue of lies from beginning to end. He said he had spent the most of the evening at iiome, and had only gone out about nine o'clock for a turn round the Meadows, and returned home and gone to bed before half-past teu. As Barry had not left the public-house at that time, it must therefore have been impossible for a murder to have been attempted with his wooden mell. He said nothing of his threats against Barry or the blood stains or his own statements to his wife. He even declared—oh, fatal mistake that he and Barry were the best of friends. The only truthful part of his statemant was that he bad no knowledge of Stephens, the injured man; and that was really the puzzling part of the whole case-the. great stumbling-block which none of us could get over. From the first it bad seemed strange to me that Stephens should have been found lying insensible in the entry leading to Barry's house instead of that further along the street in which his own lodging was located but it never struck me that on that simple circumstance the whole tragedy hinged. It is easy to look back on our mistakes and note how near we were to the truth without grasping it. A still more simple circumstance was to lead me to the real cluo. Supposing Barry to be lunocent, no human being could doubt that, the weapon used against the poor sottish tailor was the mason's mell found near him and the question was, "How did the would-be murderer become possessed of the mell ?" I happened to be in the public-house on the Saturday after the arrest of Nixon, when I noticed a particularly sharp-eyed boy serving behind the counter in the absence of the publican. He was very impudent and quick-witted, and I said to him —"Did you not help to put out the mason Barry that night ?" Yes, I did," he answered with an air which conveyed the idea that he had been the principal propelling power. "Had ho his mell with him when he left?" "No; a man came in for it after in a great hurry just as we were shutting up. He said the mason had forgot it." And you gave it to him ?" "Yes." W%s there any blood on it?" "No, no; quite clean." What, was the man like?' A little dark fellow, with a pink checked shirt on. He had been sitting in the box next to the masons the whole night, but he only had two glasses of wine. He was reading the papers." You would know the man again?" Ye, if I'm paid for it." I don't think you'll die a poor man," was my remark, which the young shaver took with a calm smile, as if it were only a very ordinary tribute to his genius. At his dinner hour I got him to aall at the Central, where he at once picked out Nixon from among a dozan men as the man who had carried off the mason's mell. The strange circum- stance in this identification was that Nixon him- self seemed to expect the boy, and cowered so guiltily the moment the lad appeared that a novice could have spotted him unerringly. After this identification Nixon thought proper to make a new declaration which was as strange as his tirst had been false. "I did mean to murder the mason," he said, or at least to maul him so well with his own mell that he would never be able to hold up his head again and I waited the whole night in the public- house near him just for that purpose. I meant to attack him in the dark and wrench the mell from him, but when I saw him put out I noticed that he had forgotten the mell, and I went back and got it by saying he had sent mo. He was very drunk,and stood talking and grumbling to himself near the public-house. I didn't care to attack him there, for there were some people about, so at last I went ulong to his entry and waited for him in the dark. A man came staggering up by and by, and I made sure it was Barry, and struck him with all my might; but after a bit I found that he had a different hat on, and I stru-jk a light and found I had brained the wrong man. I was so scared that I ran off home bnt I had no ill-will at the man and never saw him before, so I'm innocent of any intention of killing him. It's very hard to suffer for the wrong man while the guilty oue goes scot free." Stephens himself could throw no light on the case, though be did recover sufficiently to remem- ber goiug into an entry in tho Potter-row, think- ing that it was the one leading to his own home. The charge therefore against Nixon became one of attempted murder, and as he pleaded guilty he got off with one year's imprisonment. A singular result of the trial was that Barry was so scared at the very narrow escape he had had that he left Edinburgh suddenly and mysteriously without as much as going near Mrs Nixon. She did not seem to break her heart over the loss, but lived by keep- ing lodgers till her husbaud was liberated, aud then received him as calmly as if he had just returned from a country tour. I see them sometimes vet, and they seem quite happy and comfortable. Life is a troublous stream, with soma strange wrecks lying bidden from sight at the bottom. _k_

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