“My first move was to make the acquaintance of the builder who was
carrying out the alterations to Number 407, and from him I learnt in
the course of conversation the name of the new tenant. He asked me to
come and look at the place, an invitation which I accepted without too
great a show of eagerness. In the next few days I visited the place
again, more than once. I wanted the builder’s men to get accustomed to
the sight of me. For this purpose I was Mr. Ludgrove the local
resident, of course. As a matter of fact, most of the builder’s
friends went to have a look at the place. There is always an interest
in vacant premises in a street like this.
“Dr. Morlandson had provided me with a number of celluloid capsules,
containing pure prussic acid. I took an ordinary electric lamp, broke
it, and connected the ends of the leading-in wires by a piece of fine
foil, which would become red hot on the passage of a current. Round
this I wrapped a few strands of nitrated cellulose, and to this I
fixed the celluloid capsule. The action of this device was very
simple. If a current were passed through it, the cellulose would
inflame and set fire to the capsule, thus releasing the prussic acid.
Some of the vapour of this might catch fire, but enough would be left
to be fatal to anybody breathing it in a confined space. And I knew of
a confined space most suitably adapted to the purpose.
“I wrote a letter to Martin, which I knew could not fail to bring him
to Number 407, and to bring him alone. It suggested that somebody had
discovered his true occupation, and was prepared to keep the matter
secret, for a consideration. Then, on the Saturday morning, just
before the men were due to leave, I walked openly into Number 407. I
had kept an eye on their habits, and knew that before they left they
packed away their tools in the back room on the ground floor. I could
hear them there as I went in, and I made my way down to the cellar
without anybody noticing me. All I did there was to put my poison
device in the lamp holder in the small cellar—I had heard the
electrician tell the builder that the current would be connected that
day—hang the numbered counter on the switch, and remove the string by
which the swing door could be pulled open from within. The trap was
set, it remained only to ensure that Martin should have easy access to
it.
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