Having thus proved the crimes, I was excused, to be recalled later. The defense reserving its cross-examination, the doctor from the quarantine station was called next, and testified to the manner of death. His testimony was revolting, and bears in no way on the story, save in one particular—a curious uniformity in the mutilation of the bodies of Vail and Captain Richardson—a sinister similarity that was infinitely shocking. In each case the forehead, the two arms, and the abdomen had received a frightful blow. In the case of the Danish girl there was only one wound—the injury on the head.
CHAPTER XX.
OLESON’S STORY
HENRIETTA SLOANE was called next.
“Your name?”
“Henrietta Sloane.”
“Are you married?”
“A widow.”
“When and where were you born?”
“Isle of Man, December 11 1872.”
“How long have you lived in the United States?”