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you started to work on your witness lists yet?”
“Yes, but they are not complete. The remaining information should be brought in soon. I am looking over the coroner’s report, but it may not tell us any more than we already know.”
“Well, delegate your work. We are all in this together.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Holmes went back to his desk and found Dr. Watson waiting there for him, sipping a cup of tea.
“Hello, old friend,” Holmes said. “The case is turning out to be trickier—and more personal—than I’d like. We must put an end to these murders, if only to keep from getting wrapped up in them ourselves.”
The coroner’s report for Catherine had appeared on Holmes’ desk, and they read it slowly, trying to absorb the information fully and connect it to anything else they knew.
As the coroner had undressed and cleaned the body, a piece of the deceased’s ear had dropped from her clothes. This was something new. The body had even still been warm when it had arrived to the mortuary for the examination.
There had been many bruises on the body. Some had been old, but some were recent. The face was particularly mutilated, cut viciously. The left eyelid was severed almost all the way through. The nose was almost cut off. The cheeks had been cut and peeled up. The throat was cut across about seven inches. The liver had been cut as well. The larynx had been cut to the bone. The carotid artery had been cut, and Catherine had bled out fast. It seemed that the killer’s rage was growing with every murder—or perhaps he had been taking out his frustration on not being able to properly mutilate the body of Liz.
All of the cuts to Catherine’s body had been done after her death, and the perpetrator had used a very sharp knife, estimated to be six inches long. She had also been split from her vagina to the rectum. Considering the cuts, there would not have been that much blood to get on the murderer, as the attack had taken place from below the waist. The slashed throat would have prevented her from screaming, and it seemed to have occurred once she was already on the ground. There appeared to have been no struggle according to the officers who found the body, and there was no money on Catherine’s person.
Holmes kept reading and was shocked at the brutality of it all. However, the specific mutilations done to the body re-confirmed for him that the murderer must have had some sort of medical training.
“Why do you think this one was so brutal?” asked Dr. Watson.
“I’m a few steps ahead of you there, old friend,” answered Holmes. “I think it is because the murderer could not finish with the first victim to his satisfaction. Not much was done to her before he was interrupted. Of course, there was reference to a double homicide in the letter, so he had planned on two anyway.”
“Have you been able to interrogate many witnesses yet?”
“No, but I see here I have two lists and should get to work. I am glad you’re here to help me sort through this. The other detectives have been hard at work too, and have left me their notes.”
The first witness, George Clapp, lived in a house that was right next to where the murder occurred. He and his wife and a nurse for his wife were sleeping with their windows open that night and had heard nothing.
John Kelly, Liz’s suitor, was called in to speak with Holmes.
“Did you know the victim well?” asked Holmes.
“Yes sir. We lived together. She was a good woman although she liked to drink. She had told me the day before her murder that she was going to visit her daughter and would be back in the late afternoon,” Kelly told him. His face was pale with sorrow, and his shoulders trembled as he continued his story. “When she didn’t return to the boarding house I wasn’t very upset. I knew she had pawned some shoes of mine and was probably out drinking up the money. I heard on the street that a lady had been arrested for being drunk, and I thought
“Yes, but they are not complete. The remaining information should be brought in soon. I am looking over the coroner’s report, but it may not tell us any more than we already know.”
“Well, delegate your work. We are all in this together.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Holmes went back to his desk and found Dr. Watson waiting there for him, sipping a cup of tea.
“Hello, old friend,” Holmes said. “The case is turning out to be trickier—and more personal—than I’d like. We must put an end to these murders, if only to keep from getting wrapped up in them ourselves.”
The coroner’s report for Catherine had appeared on Holmes’ desk, and they read it slowly, trying to absorb the information fully and connect it to anything else they knew.
As the coroner had undressed and cleaned the body, a piece of the deceased’s ear had dropped from her clothes. This was something new. The body had even still been warm when it had arrived to the mortuary for the examination.
There had been many bruises on the body. Some had been old, but some were recent. The face was particularly mutilated, cut viciously. The left eyelid was severed almost all the way through. The nose was almost cut off. The cheeks had been cut and peeled up. The throat was cut across about seven inches. The liver had been cut as well. The larynx had been cut to the bone. The carotid artery had been cut, and Catherine had bled out fast. It seemed that the killer’s rage was growing with every murder—or perhaps he had been taking out his frustration on not being able to properly mutilate the body of Liz.
All of the cuts to Catherine’s body had been done after her death, and the perpetrator had used a very sharp knife, estimated to be six inches long. She had also been split from her vagina to the rectum. Considering the cuts, there would not have been that much blood to get on the murderer, as the attack had taken place from below the waist. The slashed throat would have prevented her from screaming, and it seemed to have occurred once she was already on the ground. There appeared to have been no struggle according to the officers who found the body, and there was no money on Catherine’s person.
Holmes kept reading and was shocked at the brutality of it all. However, the specific mutilations done to the body re-confirmed for him that the murderer must have had some sort of medical training.
“Why do you think this one was so brutal?” asked Dr. Watson.
“I’m a few steps ahead of you there, old friend,” answered Holmes. “I think it is because the murderer could not finish with the first victim to his satisfaction. Not much was done to her before he was interrupted. Of course, there was reference to a double homicide in the letter, so he had planned on two anyway.”
“Have you been able to interrogate many witnesses yet?”
“No, but I see here I have two lists and should get to work. I am glad you’re here to help me sort through this. The other detectives have been hard at work too, and have left me their notes.”
The first witness, George Clapp, lived in a house that was right next to where the murder occurred. He and his wife and a nurse for his wife were sleeping with their windows open that night and had heard nothing.
John Kelly, Liz’s suitor, was called in to speak with Holmes.
“Did you know the victim well?” asked Holmes.
“Yes sir. We lived together. She was a good woman although she liked to drink. She had told me the day before her murder that she was going to visit her daughter and would be back in the late afternoon,” Kelly told him. His face was pale with sorrow, and his shoulders trembled as he continued his story. “When she didn’t return to the boarding house I wasn’t very upset. I knew she had pawned some shoes of mine and was probably out drinking up the money. I heard on the street that a lady had been arrested for being drunk, and I thought
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