[Bucholz and the Detectives by Allan Pinkerton]@TWC D-Link bookBucholz and the Detectives CHAPTER IV 2/5
The old gentleman was generally known, and although no one was intimately acquainted with him, all seemed to evince an interest in the cause of his death. Many rumors were at once put in circulation, and many wild and extravagant stories were soon floating through the crowds that gathered at the corners of the streets. Samuel Waring and Bucholz had gone directly to the office of the coroner, and informing him of the sad affair, had proceeded to the drug-store in the village, with the view of having the wounds upon his face dressed.
They were found to be of a very slight character, and a few pieces of court-plaster dexterously applied were all that seemed to be required. By this time the coroner had succeeded in impanneling a jury to accompany him to the scene of the murder, and they proceeded in a body toward the place.
The lights from the lanterns, held by those who watched beside the body, directed them to the spot, and they soon arrived at the scene of the tragedy. The coroner immediately took charge of the body, and the physician who accompanied him made an examination into the cause of his death. Upon turning the body over, two ugly gashes were found in the back of his head, one of them cutting completely through the hat which covered it and cutting off a piece of the skull, and the other penetrating several inches into the brain, forcing the fractured bones of the skull inward. It seemed evident that the first blow had been struck some distance from the place where the body had fallen, and that the stunned man had staggered nearly thirty feet before he fell.
The second blow, which was immediately behind the left ear, had been dealt with the blunt end of an axe, and while he was prostrate upon the ground. Death must have instantly followed this second crushing blow, and he had died without a struggle.
Silently and stealthily the assassins must have come upon him, and perhaps in the midst of some pleasant dream of a boyhood home; some sweet whisper of a love of the long ago, his life had been beaten out by the murderous hand of one who had been lying in wait for his unsuspecting victim. From the nature of the wounds the physician at once declared that they were produced by an axe.
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