The Professor, after a glance round the room, perceived the
helplessness of his position. The man was clearly mad, but his mania
was strictly limited. Upon most subjects he was sane as he was
himself. He must perforce listen to what he had to say. Perhaps,
during the time which this would occupy, he might be able to evolve a
scheme for his capture. He walked across the room and sat down in the
chair which the Black Sailor pointed out to him.
The man immediately took the chair opposite. “Artists are naturally
vain, Dr. Priestley,” he began, “and I think my exploits entitle me to
consider myself an artist. I have long promised myself the pleasure of
recounting them to one who would appreciate their ingenuity, and you
are the very man for such a purpose. I have, I believe, read
everything that you have written, and I have understood a nature which
revels in ingenious methods. I flatter myself that what I have to tell
you will, at least, not bore you.”
“I shall be extremely interested to hear it,” replied the Professor
quietly.
“Before Dr. Morlandson died, he furnished me with a list of his
intended victims, and a very fine collection of lethal apparatus,”
continued the Black Sailor. “My first concern was to find some spot in
London from which to operate. I made careful enquiries as to the
present addresses of the surviving jurymen, and found that most of
them came from this part of London. This, of course, was not
Coincidence, since juries are frequently called by districts.
“I therefore determined to establish myself in this neighbourhood. I
knew enough of the properties of herbs to set myself up as a
herbalist, and I was fortunate enough to find this empty shop, almost
opposite the premises of one of my intended victims. Once in
possession of it, I set myself to develop a business which should
bring me into contact with all the gossip of the neighbourhood, and to
study the habits and circumstances of my intended victims. My own
apparent vocation I tried to make as open as I could. My shop was
available to any who cared to enter it, and from the first I
accustomed the acquaintances which I made to my habit of spending
occasional week-ends in the country, and of taking a walk every
evening, since I foresaw that these would be essential to my purpose.
And in Mr. Copperdock I found a simple and not over-intelligent
personality who would serve me admirably as a dupe upon whom suspicion
might be cast.
“You will, I think, understand the task which I had been set. I was to
execute the vengeance of Dr. Morlandson upon the men who had condemned
him to so many years of agony. But this must be done in such a manner
that their deaths would not be attributed to pure chance, but must
eventually be made to appear as acts of justice, as indeed they were.
I could not employ the same methods in each case, but at the same time
I wished each death to carry the same distinguishing mark.
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