k and the revelations which came to light in connection with it.

"I dare say you know the quiet square which lies between Portland Place
and the Regent's Park and is called Park Crescent at its south end, and
subsequently Park Square East and West. The Marylebone Road, with all
its heavy traffic, cuts straight across the large square and its pretty
gardens, but the latter are connected together by a tunnel under the
road; and of course you must remember that the new tube station in the
south portion of the Square had not yet been planned.

"February 6th, 1907, was a very foggy night, nevertheless Mr. Aaron
Cohen, of 30, Park Square West, at two o'clock in the morning, having
finally pocketed the heavy winnings which he had just swept off the
green table of the Harewood Club, started to walk home alone. An hour
later most of the inhabitants of Park Square West were aroused from
their peaceful slumbers by the sounds of a violent altercation in the
road. A man's angry voice was heard shouting violently for a minute or
two, and was followed immediately by frantic screams of 'Police' and
'Murder.' Then there was the double sharp report of firearms, and
nothing more.

"The fog was very dense, and, as you no doubt have experienced yourself,
it is very difficult to locate sound in a fog. Nevertheless, not more
than a minute or two had elapsed before Constable F 18, the point
policeman at the corner of Marylebone Road, arrived on the scene, and,
having first of all whistled for any of his comrades on the beat, began
to grope his way about in the fog, more confused than effectually
assisted by contradictory directions from the inhabitants of the houses
close by, who were nearly falling out of the upper windows as they
shouted out to the constable.

"'By the railings, policeman.'

"'Higher up the road.'

"'No, lower down.'

"'It was on this side of the pavement I am sure.'

"No, the other.'

"At last it was another policeman, F 22, who, turning into Park Square
West from the north side, almost stumbled upon the body of a man lying
on the pavement with his head against the railings of the Square. By
this time quite a little crowd of people from the different houses in
the road had come down, curious to know what had actually happened.

"The policeman turned the strong light of his bull's-eye lantern on the
unfortunate man's face.

"'It looks as if he had been strangled, don't it?' he murmured to his
comrade.

"And