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Entered according to Act of Congress in the year 1865, by Srneer & Sutru,{in the Clerk’s Office of the District Court for the Southern District of New York,
Vor. 1.
“Who Killed Old Doctor Dan-
bury ?”
4 DETECTIVE’S STORY.
BY MARY KYLE DALLAS.
Tye always thought, and I always shall
think, that there never was suchanight. It
was in December, 18—, and a cold wind was
blowing the rain into my face, asI patrolled
my beat. Rain, I said, but sometimes it was
hail, and sometimes snow, and sometimes—
or I fancied it—all three together. You'd
have thought that even a burglar would have!
STREET & SMITH,
No. 11 FRANKFORT STREET.
been glad to stay in-doors, and let other
people’s plate and money-bags alone, and that
any wretch that had a shed to creep into,
would have been found there.
It’s seldom there’s a night too dark and too
bad for wickedness to be abroad, but it seemed
as if that night was.
My hair was frozen stiff as so many wires,
and even under my comforter, thick as wool
could be knit by my wife’s needles, my mouth
and nose were uncomfortably rigid. I thought
more than once that my ears were frozen, and
wished a hundred times for the, hour that
would send me home to the hot supper and
snug bed that were waiting for me.
NEW YORK, MAY 5, 1866.
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It was just twelve—for I had peeped in at
the door of a porter-house a minute before—
when there came, through all the storm, a cry
of ‘murder!” Not the sort of ery you hear
after an Irish shindy when somebody has been
knocked down, but the awfal, horror-stricken
scream that tells you at once that there really
has been murder done.
It was a woman's voice, and it repeated the
horrible cry three times, with a sort of gasp-
ing shriek between each utterance.
Where it was, I could not, for a few mo-
ments, imagine. The voice seemed to drop
on me through the air. Istruck my club on
the pavement, and in a moment more had
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SINGLE COPIES TEN CENTS.
No. 20.
company—No. 42—who came up on fhe run,
for he had heard the cry also..
New York was not so large then as it is now,
and there were plenty of fine dwelling-houses
where there are only stores and workshops at
present.
The street we were in was within sight of
the City Hall, and was narrow ‘and crooked;
but a good many respectable families lived
there, and it was not at all the place for a mid-
night row.
People then, unless up for a party, or some-
thing of that sort, were generally abed by
twelve; and, as we looked up and down the
street, we could not see a light, except those
“WHO KILLED DR. DANBULY?”—‘‘HE CLASPED HIS HANDS, AND SAID, ‘MY UNCLE! MY POOR UNCLE! HE NEVER INJURED MORTAL MAN!’”
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