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CHAPTER I.
The Clutching Hand
^ ■ Y HERE must be something new
in order to patch criminals
nowadays. The old methods
are all right.—as far as they go. But
while we have been using them, criminals
have kept pace with modem science.”
Craig Kennedy laid down his newspaper
and filled his pipe with my tobacco. Tn
college we had roomed together, had
shared everything, even poverty, and now
that Craig was a professor of chemistry
in charge of the laboratory at the uni
versity and I had a sort of roving com
mission on the staff of the Star, we had
continued our arrangement. Prosperity
found us in a rather neat bachelor apart
ment on the Heights, not far from the
university.
‘‘It has always seemed strange to me,”
he went on slowly, ‘‘that no one has ever
endowed a professorship in criminal sci
ence in any of the large colleges.”
I tossed aside my own paper and re
trieved the tobacco.
“Why should there be a chair in crimi
nal science?” I replied argumentatively,
settling back in my chair. “I’ve done my
turn at police headquarters reporting,
and I can tell you, Craig, it’s no place for
a college professor. Crime is—just crime.
And as for dealing with it the great detec
tive is bora and bred to it. College pro
fessors for the sociology of the thing—
yes; for the detection of it, give me a
Byrnes. ”
“On the contrary,” persisted Kennedy,
his clean-cut features betraying an earnest
ness which I knew indicated that he was
leading up to something of importance,
“there is a distinct place for science in the
detection of crime. On the Continent they
are far in advance of us in that respect.
We are mere children beside a dozen crime
specialists over there whom I could name.”
“Yes?” I queried, rather doubtfully.
“But where does the college professor
come in?”
“You must remember, Walter,” he pur
sued, warming up to the subject which had
evidently been on his mind for some time,
“that it’s only within the iaat ten years or
so that we have had the really practical
college professor who -ould do it. The
silk-stockinged variety is out of date, now.
To-day we have professors of everything—
why not professors of crime science?”
Still, as I shook my head dubiously, he
hastened to clinch his point. “Colleges
The Death of Elaine's Father, Mr. Dodge, the Insurance President
have got down to solving the hard facts of
life, nowadays—pretty nearly all, except
one. They still treat crime iff the old way,
study its statistics and pore over its causes
and the theories of how it can be prevented
and punished. But as for running down
the criminal himself, scientifically, relent
lessly—bah! we haven't made enough
progress to mention since the hammer and
tongs method of your sainted Byrnes.”
“Doubtless you will write a brochure on
this most interesting subject,” I suggest
ed. “and let it go at that.”
“No, I am serious,” he replied, deter
mined for some reason or other to make
a convert of me. “I mean exactly what
I say. I am going to apply science to the
detection of crime, the same sort of
methods by which we trace out the pres
ence of a mysterious chemical or track
dow- a deadly germ. And before I have
cone far, I am going to enlist Walter
Jameson as an aide. I think I shall need
you in my business.”
“How do I come in?” I asked.
“Well, for one thing, you will get a
‘scoop,’ a ‘beat’—whatever you call it in
that newspaper jargon of youW
Kennedy during the previous year
had travelled much, especially in London,
Paris/ Berlin and Vienna, where he had
studied the amazing growth abroad of the
new criminal science. Already I knew
something, by hearsay, of the men he had
seen—Gross, Lacassagne, Reiss and the
immortal Bertillon.
“Fortunately, Walter,” he pursued,
“the crime-hunters have gone ahead in
science faster than the criminals. It’s to
be my job to catch criminals. Yours, it
seems to me, is to show people how they
can never hope to beat the modern sci
entific detective.”
“Go as far as you like,” I exclaimed,
convinced at last.
And so it was that we formed this
strange new partnership in crime sci
ence that has existed ever since.
The Murder of
Banker FletcHer
^"WAMESON, here’s a story I wish
I you’d follow up,” remarked the
managing editor of the Star to
pie one evening after I had turned in an
assignment of the late afternoon.
He handed me a clipping from the eve
ning edition of the Star, and I quickly ran
my eye over the headline:
“THE CLUTCHING
HID" WINS
AGAIN.
NEW YORK’S MYSTERIOUS
MASTtR CRIMINAL PER
FECTS ANOTHER COUP
City Police Completely Baffled.
“Here’s this murder of Fletcher, the
retired banker and trustee of the uni
versity,” he explained. “Not a clue—ex
cept a warning letter signed with this
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