The murderer, after shooting the Senator, turned the smoking pistol upon himself and died with his victim.
This bulletin is posted on the board in front of the Javelin office.
"What's happening?" asks one of the crowd of the man at his side. "Is this a wholesale butchery planned by Anarchists, or is it a plot of the Mafia?"
"God only knows," is the reply.
And to the thousands who stand waiting with breathless excitement for the next announcement the inability to locate the source of the outburst of violence is quite as complete as this man's. They realize that a series of appalling crimes has been committed; yet none can ascribe the least pretext for them.
The name of one after another of the leading magnates of the land is posted as the victim of a simultaneous homicide, and the notion that it is the work of anarchists begins to prevail.
JAVELIN BULLETIN.
Robert Drew, the Sugar King, while riding in Central Park, was stabbed to death by an assassin.
The man jumped into his carriage as it was descending the hill leading to the One Hundred and Tenth Street entrance at Seventh Avenue.
No sooner had the dagger been buried in the heart of Mr. Drew than the fanatic withdrew it and plunged it into his own heart.