A BLOODY VALISE. IT HAD CONTAINED THE GIRL'S HEAD, AND WAS LEFT IN A SALOON.
There were all kinds of rumors floating about the City Hall when John Kugel, the saloon-keeper at Ninth Street and Central avenue, walked into Clerk Vickers office and told him that he thought he had a valise belonging to Jackson.
"Then get it quick," said Vickers.
Kugel hurried over and in a few minutes returned with a brown leather hand-satchel about 15 inches long. It was taken to Chief Deitsch, who made an examination. There was nothing in it, but the sides were heavily stained with blood. Chief Deitsch closed the valise and asked Kugel who gave it to him. Kugel said that last Monday night about 8 o'clock a young man with a blonde mustache walked in his place and asked him to take care of the valise, saying he would call for it the next day.
After Kugel's arrival at headquarters Jackson was ordered brought up-stairs and a dramatic scene followed. Jackson was seated facing Chief Deitsch with the valise at the Chief's feet. Standing around were many persons at work on the case.
"Pick up that valise," said the Chief.
Jackson picked it up and held it in his lap.
"Open it."
He did so.
"What is in there?"
"Nothing that I can see, except that it is stained."
"What is it stained with?"
"It looks like blood?"
"Don't you know it is blood?"
Jackson's face flushed and his eyes twitched. He pulled his mustache and ran his fingers through his hair. He was only a moment answering, but it appeared to be an hour to those who were waiting for a reply. He finally moistened his lips with his tongue and said:
"I think it is blood, but I have not examined it carefully."
"Well, then, examine it carefully."
Jackson picked up the valise and held it close to his face. He peered down the blood-stained bag and his eyes rolled around his head. He put his hand to his forehead and slowly said:
"Yes, that is blood."
"Isn't that the valise in which you carried the head?"
"I guess it is, but I did not carry it."
"Well, who did?"
"Walling."
"Well, then, where is the head?"
"I guess it is in the river."
Kugel then identified Jackson as the man who had left the valise in the saloon.
"What did you leave it in Kugel's saloon for?" asked the Chief.
"I wasn't going to leave it there. I was going to get it and do away with it."
"Why did you want to get rid of it?"
"Well, it was better out of the way."
"Why?"
"Well, I wanted to shield myself of all those things."
"What were you so anxious to get rid of them for?" persisted the Chief.
"I just didn't want them about," was the prisoner's non-committal answer.
"What was in it first?"
"A lot of clothing and such things."
"Whose clothing was it?"
"Miss Bryan's, I think."
"What did it consist of?"
"Well, there was a skirt, a petticoat, some stockings and other things."
"Where are they?"
"I guess they are in the river, too."
Jackson put his hand to his forehead and slowly said: "Yes, that is blood."
Night Chief Renkert then produced a small alligator valise that he had found in Lawrence's barber shop, 133 West Sixth Street, where Walling and Jackson often went. Jackson identified it as Pearl Bryan's. He said that the blood-stained one was also the property of the murdered girl.