Dissatisfied with his lot in life, he refused, even for commensurate compensation, to perform that honest labor which is the province of every true man, and like a hyena, he prowled about growling at himself and despising fate.

The writer met him on several occasions and held out inducements that might lead to conversation, but was persistently repulsed by him.

He frowned upon society, and set the grinding heel of his disapproval on every attempt to draw him out.

Was there some dark mystery connected with his life?
This question the writer asked himself.

He execrated humanity; and, moody and alone, the writer has seen him sitting on a bench on the lake front, turning with a sullen look and viewing with suppressed rage the architectural grandeur towering at his back." The article was written by Mr.Flummers.As the only reporter who could write from contact with the murderer, his sentences were bloated into strong significance.