The Mystery of the Clasped Hands: A NovelBoothby, Guy
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The Mystery of the Clasped Hands: A Novel
Boothby, Guy
Detective and mystery stories; Fiction
“One moment,” he said. “Before you go, Griffin, let us make sure that
there is no reference in the evening papers to the crime. Will you look,
or shall I?”
In answer Godfrey opened the first paper. It was as well that he did so,
for on the middle page was this announcement in large type:
TERRIBLE MURDER OF A GIRL!
REVOLTING DETAILS!
“I thought as much,” said the police officer in a tone of bitter
disappointment. “Just my luck again. I was in hopes of being able to put
them on the scent, but it seems that they have found it out without me.
Might I be so bold, sir, as to ask what it says?”
“I will read the account,” said Godfrey.
“At an early hour this morning it was reported to the authorities at
Scotland Yard that a murder of an unusual nature had been committed in
the vicinity of the Tottenham Court Road. The victim is an Italian
woman, known as Teresina Cardi, an artist’s model, who, it is stated,
has been living in the house in Burford Street, in which her body was
discovered, for upward of a fortnight. It might be mentioned that the
house is let out in flats, the occupants being in the main of foreign
nationality. The girl herself was of a reserved disposition, and did not
associate with the other tenants of the building. She was last seen
alive at seven o’clock on the evening of Thursday, when she was observed
descending the stairs dressed for going out. The hour of her return is
not known, nor was her absence remarked on Friday. Early on Saturday
morning, however, the occupant of a neighbouring room, a German
cabinet-maker, named Otto Grunther, noticed a small stream of dark-red
fluid under the door. His suspicions being aroused, he informed the
owner of the house of what he had seen, who called in the assistance of
the policeman on the beat. Together they ascended to the room in
question to find that the door was securely locked. Their knocks having
elicited no response, a key was obtained and the door opened. On
entering the room it was discovered that the woman was lying dead upon
the floor between the table and the door. Her throat was cut and she
had been stabbed in several places. More horrible still, her hands had
been severed at the wrists and were missing. Though the police are
naturally reticent as to the matter, we are led to believe that they
have not succeeded in finding a clew. Needless to say the revolting
crime has caused a great sensation in the neighbourhood.”
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