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ture of the mess you made up in Seattle?”
he asked.

Richard nodded, and there in the train
Yoris showed him the gruesome prints made
by police photographers.

The boy slumped down, then his shoul-
ders shook.

“TIL confess,” he cried.

“She was always nagging,” Richard
Carter began. The day of the murder we
had been having an argument and she
picked up a stove lifter to hit me. So I shot
her.

“T didn’t know what to do, but I had to
get her out of the way before dad came
home, so I trussed her up and shoved her
in the cupboard. I gagged her so that if
she wasn’t dead she couldn’t holler.”

This from the lips of the 20-year-old
youth who had sat and played cribbage
while his mother gasped out her life less
than five feet away.

“Cold-blooded,
Chief Yoris.

“Well, the gun wasn’t dependable,” the
youth answered, “I was afraid dad might
find the body. I took the axe upstairs, so if
he had come up after me... ” the sentence
was left unfinished.

Herbert Carter little knew how close he
had been to violent death that night when
he had opened the fatal closet door twice,
before the madly gleaming eyes of his
adopted son.

Then Carter became boastful.

weren't you?” asked

DILLINGER Was His HERo

“I was going to be a real stickup man,”
he said, recounting minor exploits in Cali-
fornia. “Now that Dillinger, he’s a real
hero and a real guy.”

Sullen, vicious, with teeth drawn back in
a wolfish smile, the gaunt youth showed no
remorse for his act.

Before the court, it was related how he
had grown up a lonely child, and had first
started a life of crime at the tender age of
seven years.

He had never been able to overcome his
acute bitterness over his real mother, his
lawyers said, who was known as “the beach
woman.” She had been a derelict, thrown
upon the beach, where she lived in almost
native fashion, possessing the brain of a
five-year-old child.

On January 20th, Carter was found
guilty. He was sentenced to Walla Walla
prison for the rest of his natural life, and
the jury attached a trailer to the verdict,
recommending that at no time should he
ever be granted a pardon or parole.

Thrown into the maelstrom of life, and
off to a bad start, Richard Carter had never
recovered, even under the loving eyes of
two parents. He had always wanted to be
a criminal.

Detectives Scrafford and Cleary were
praised for their fine work and untiring
efforts to unravel the mystery of the mur-
dered wife.

Richard Carter stood nonchalantly in the
prisoner’s box, a vacant grin on his face,
and he did not change features as he looked
at the bowed, grey head of the unfortunate
man who had befriended him and given him
his name.

A WIDOW’S DREAM SOLVES
MURDER MYSTERY

AN ILLUSTRATION of police methods
during the last century when such modern
conveniences as radio and telephone were
unknown is shown in the report of the in-
vestigation into the disappearance of the
schooner Seabird in 1886, which set off from
Victoria for a trip up the coast with a crew
of two and in command of Captain Henry
Moore.

When he was unreported for months his
wife, who remained in Victoria with their
children, became alarmed. She finally con-
fided to Sergeant John “Dashing Jack”
Flewin that she had dreamed her husband
was murdered by Indians and his boat
burned in a cove. The dream stood out
vividly and she described the exact nature of
the place to “Dashing Jack.”

He started on the trail, travelling the east
coast of the island by boat and on foot. The
Indians, through their strange native telep-
athy, seemed to know he was coming days
ahead. Eventually, at Cape Mudge, an
Indian chief revealed that he had heard of

the occurrence but told nothing.

“Dashing Jack” continued by boat along
the coast. One day he went ashore at Blen-
kinsop Bay to hunt game and replenish his
larder.

Following a creek he came to a lagoon.
He stopped, amazed. For the lagoon fitted
in every detail the place Mrs. Moore had
described to him.

The sergeant searched about and came
across a pile of cobblestones such as were
often used to ballast small schooners.

Beneath them he found a human jawbone
containing gold teeth together with some
cooking utensils.

Capt. Moore’s death was established by
a study of the jawbone. Then started
months of investigation and a long chase.

Undoubtedly a mass Indian murder, in-
vestigation by officers saw the finger of sus-
picion pointed at two Indians, namely,
Boston Charlie and Mark A Moose.

Boston Charlie was arrested in Canadian
territory, but the elusive Mark A Moose
slipped through official hands until he was
apprehended by the Indian agent near
Seattle.

The guilty Indian was given no chance
to appeal extradition. He was merely placed
on a Canadian-bound boat and met by of-
ficers as soon as the ship docked at Victoria.

Charlie was hanged, while Mark A
Moose received a 15-year sentence for his
participation in the crime.

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