London had her Jack the Ripper, whose slaughter of Whitechapel women horrified the civilized world, but this mysterious assassin has a rival in Jack the Strangler, who is now at work among the demi monde of Denver.
A brief telegram in yesterday's Constitution intimated that a prominent businessman in Denver is supposed to the strangler. Within the past few days he has killed three women on Market Street. The victims were all found dead in their rooms, and it was evident that a cord or a towel had been used to cause their death.
These singular murders have created the greatest sensation ever known in Denver, and nothing else is talked about at present. Every clue heretofore followed by the police has been found misleading, and the suspected parties have been discharged. Whether this businessman who is now under suspicion will turn out to be the guilty man remains to be seen.
Why should this man take one street in a city, occupied by women of easy virtue, and make himself their executioner, stealing into their rooms and strangling them one by one? The murderer evidently has method in his madness. His use of a cord or a towel enables him to commit his crimes without any noise that would attract attention.
Is the assassin a crank or a monster? Does he propose to continue his work until he exterminates all the fallen women in Denver? These are the questions which now agitate the people, and especially the class which has been marked out for the vengeance of the destroyer.
In the meantime the women of the mountain metropolis, good, bad and indifferent, are terror stricken. They are afraid to be out after dark, and they bolt and bar their doors and windows securely before retiring. No pains and expense will be spared to hunt down and capture the strangler, and there will be no rest for the women until he is found and put out of the way.
