Transcribers note: The articles on the Tompkyns/Tonkin murder, change the spelling of names, without notice, for the first two days, Tonkin was spelt Tompkyns in the Post-Dispatch and 1 day in the Globe-Democrat, and then changed to Tonkin with no explanation, several other names are treated the same way. If at any point I have put a word description, or comment, it will be in these sort of parentheses { }. All spellings of words are how they were in the paper. Karen King -


St. Louis Daily Globe – Democrat December 22, 1881 page 7




The Only Element of Mystery Left in the Tragedy of Sunday Night.


Kitty Mulcahy the Woman in the Church-Yard – Her Contradictory Stories Convicting Evidence of Alibi Offered for the Man

Suspected – A Boy on a Lark Sees It All – The Arrest

of Mollie Maloney – What She Says.


The mystery surrounding the murder of Fred Tonkin in the church-yard at Seventeenth and Lucas place on last Sunday night, is in a fair way to solution. A low woman, Kitty Mulcahy, or any one of a half dozen aliases, is in custody. She admits that she was present when the shot was fired, but denies that she knows who fired it. In all probability she lied in this particular as in many others. A young man known as Billy Scharlot, who has been for some time the accepted "lover" of the woman, is also in custody. He stands accused of firing the fatal shot, and there is


of most damaging circumstantial evidence, to which is added the direct statement of an eyewitness, who says he saw him fire the shot. This he confronts by his denial, and a plain, plausible tale regarding his actions during the night, attested by a youthful companion, Tommy Campher, and further backed up by an alibi alleged by his father, mother and cousin. Later developments entirely upset the theory that the woman in the case did the shooting. Even the much treasured clew,


falls to the ground as a possible pointer to the identity of the woman, for it appears that it was seen early in the evening in the possession of the murdered man. It is also pretty certain that, after the shooting, the man and woman, believed to be Scharlot and Kitty, ran north on Seventeenth street to Washington avenue, thence to Robbin’s lane, and by Sixteenth street to Olive. But the statements are confusing.


was seen at Sixteenth and Olive streets by the saloon-keeper, Bacigalupo, but the man with her does not answer Scharlot’s description. The girl was seen at Bryarly’s restaurant near midnight in company with two men, who do not answer the description of Scharlot and Campher. These two young men say they were with the girl at the restaurant at 10 o’clock. This the restaurant waiters deny. The girl says nothing of having been there with the two young men. She says that she ate only once during the night. The falsifies the statement of the two young men in custody.


is the case, and each development but serves to increase the perplexity, that anything like a clear and brief summary of the events, discoveries, doubts and suspicions of the past twenty-four hours can not be given. A careful perusal of the detailed statements of all the parties who yesterday came into prominence will be found of interest, although calculated to leave the mind of the reader in a somewhat chaotic condition as to the merits of what will pass into criminal history as a celebrated case, if it be not always known as the Lucas place mystery.


The Arrests.

Kitty Mulcahy, Lamont, McCabe, Hefferman, Cofferman, or Scharlot, as she is called indifferently, was taken from Lou Allen’s house of ill-fame, No. 20 South Eight street, by Officers O’Malley and Eggs at an early hour yesterday morning, they acting under orders from Sergeant Schmittgens, who acted upon information sent him from an outside source. Capt. Fruchte says that Detectives Browning and Tucker were really on the trail of the woman, and would have arrested her at daylight, had the Sergeant not acted on the information conveyed to him. She was taken to the Four Courts and locked in the box stall once occupied by the desperado Rande. And unnecessary assumption of secrecy was made by Sergeant Schmittgens, which was rendered unnecessary by the woman herself, who profanely


and the circumstances of her arrest to the reporters on the sidewalk. When the morning came Capt. Fruchte admitted the reporters to her presence.

William Scharlott was taken from his bed at 4 a.m., at his home, No. 2024 Biddle street by Detectives Desmond and Eggs, and was confined at the Chestnut Street Police Station during the day, to prevent him from communicating with the woman.

At 4 o’clock in the afternoon, Thomas Caugher, a young man known to have been in the company of Scharlott and the girl, was arrested by Detective Desmond at the corner of Eighteenth and Division streets. He was locked up at the Four Courts.


The Woman Tells Half the Secret.

The circumstances attending the arrest of the girl, together with some very important admissions made by her, were detailed last evening by Madam Allen, at her establishment, to a GLOBE – DEMOCRAT reporter as follows.

"Yesterday afternoon, about 4 o’clock, I was sitting in my room reading an account of the shooting, when the detectives came into the house. They went into the parlor, and Kittie was in there. When they came into my room Kittie went out into the yard and peeped in through the window. They asked me if I had a little black eyed, black haired girl name Kittie, and I said yes; that she had only been back from Texas about a week. When they went away Kittie came into the room and said to me, ‘Is there any one dead in the Morgue?’ I said, "I am not reading about dead people, I am reading about the shooting at the church.’ She said, ‘ Read it to me; I know something about that.’ So I read along to where the colored man spoke about seeing two people together in the lot quarreling and watched by another person. She broke in and said: ‘That was


"I told her that she ought to tell all she knew, and she went on to say "Billy and me had been on Morgan street drinking beer, and we walked up Morgan street, crossed over to the park, and went up Lucas place. We had a quarrel at Twentieth street and I left him, when I was overtaken by a man who had been watching us. He had a fur cap in his hands, and he offered me that and $2 if I would go with him to Nineteenth and St. Charles streets, I refused, and walked along east on Lucas place until I met a man with a long black overcoat. He said to me, ‘It is late,’ I said ‘Yes,’ and then I took his arm and walked along. When I was near the church I heard a shot and the police clubs rattled, and I


"About two blocks away I bet Billy, and we went down to Lark’s saloon again.’ I asked her who the man was who was shot, and she said she thought it was the man who was with her, but was not sure. She said that she left Billy at Lark’s saloon, and started home. When she came in it was with a nice looking, well-dressed gentleman, whom I saw in her room. She said she did not know his name, and that she had picked him up at Market street. She said among other things ‘If they try to do anything to me I will put the blame on some one else.’ I told her that would be wrong, to make an innocent party suffer. She said then, ‘They can’t do anything with me.’ Later she told one of the girls that she was going out to see Billy and tell him to skip. She did go out, and was gone two or three hours. When she returned she said she had not found him, but had sent word for him to come and see her in the evening. When she went out on Sunday at 4 o’clock, she was dressed in a red dress, a black sacque and a dark red knit wool hood. The man who came in with her I never saw before, and she declared that she did not know him. I have no theories to advance. I only know what the girl told me, but am sure that she did not tell me all."


What Kittie Told a Reporter.

A GLOBE – DEMOCRAT reporter applied at the calaboose for an interview with the girl, and , after an exasperating experience with a surly and ill-mannered turnkey, was admitted to the kitchen, where Capt. Fruchte was seated with a diagram of the locality of the crime before him, listening for the second time to the statement of the girl, which differed materially from that made to Madame Allen and that made to Capt. Fruchte in the morning. The girl was very self-possessed, and even inclined to treat her surroundings lightly, drifting at times into side remarks of a most profane nature., and giving vent to quantities of very irrelevant blasphemy. Shorn of its brass ornaments the statement she made was the following: "About 4 o’clock Billy and I went out for a walk, and got into Fred Lark’s saloon at Tenth and Morgan, and began drinking beer. We fooled around there until nearly 8 o’clock, and then went out for a walk. We went up to the park first, and then walked up Lucas place. When we were walking by the Art Hall, I saw a Kerry Patch dame, named


sitting on the steps with a fellow. I knew her."

"You had heard that your Billy was running with this Mollie while you were in Texas, and you were jealous of him, were you not?" asked the Captain.

"Yes; and Billy said something about going back to her, which made me mad, and I said something to him that made him mad, and he slapped me in the face. We walked on till near Twentieth street, quarreling, when we turned and walked home, going out Lucas place. Just as we passed the church people were coming out. When we got down town we met Tommy Campher, and he walked with us. At Eighth and Pine, I left Billy and pretended that I was going home. I hid in a doorway so as to watch him, for I expected that he was going back to see the Maloney girl. I lost sight of him. Then I walked back to the corner near Art Hall, where I met a man who offered me a fur cap to go with him. I told him to go on about his business, and said some rough things to him. I walked away, going towards the church on Lucas avenue, when I ran across a man with and overcoat, a stiff hat, and a mustache. He said ‘It is late.’ I said "yes," and he said


I caught hold of his arm, and we turned up Seventeenth street to go to Washington avenue, when just then the shot was fired, the man with me said, ‘it is just the policeman firing to scare the boys and girls off the steps,’ just then a policeman without a uniform came running up Seventeenth street, knocking his club, the man with me, ‘let us run,’ he took my arm and we ran toward Washington avenue and turned down the alley (St. Charles street) to a little street (Robbins lane), and then went over to Olive (via Sixteenth street). We walked down Olive street to the park, where we met a smaller man. The one with me said, ‘hello, pard,’ and the other fellow came along. We turned over to Chestnut street and walked down to the restaurant where we all had oysters. The large man then gave me the money to pay for the supper. His friend went home and he walked to my room and staid there a little while."


"Have you seen the fur cap?"

"Yes. It is like the one the man had who first met me. Molly Maloney wears one just like it, and with a feather, too, like the one found. The feather she fastened on with a pin."

Capt. Fruchte explained that a feather had been found near the hat.

"Did you ever see the man before who offered you the fur cap?"


"Did you look at the face of the man in the Morgue?"

"No, I did not. I don’t want to be looking at dead men."

"It would have, perhaps, been better for you if you had. You would perhaps have recognized it."

The girl only shrugged her shoulders. When sworn at the Morgue by the Coroner, she had obstinatelly refused to look upon the face of the dead. Scharlot, on the contrary, gazed steadily at it while being sworn, as he said boldly to "tell nothing but the truth."


Thomas Campher Corroborates Scharlot.

Kittie was returned to her cell, and Capt. Fruchte and the reporter called upon Thomas Campher, who had just been brought in. Mark the difference in his statement to that of the girl, and its similarity to that of Scharlot, which was obtained afterwards. Campher is a pleasant-appearing, cleanly lad of 17 or 18, and seemed much depressed by his surroundings. He said: "I live at 1812 O’Fallon street; am not working now, I used to work at Dunlevy’s, learning the roofing trade. On Saturday night I went down on Morgan street, and near Lark’s saloon I met Billy and the girl."

"Did you not meet them in the saloon?"

"No, I met them outside. They asked me to take a walk with them, and we went up Morgan street and crossed over at Fourteenth street. I think. Anyhow, we went through the park and out Lucas place. Billy and Mulcahy were talking all the time. I could not make out whether they were quarreling or not,


I don’t remember what they were arguing about. I paid no attention."

"Did you see Molly Maloney at the Art Hall on the steps?"

"No. I know her though. I did not see her. She was not there."

"Are you sure of that?"

"Quite sure. Well, at Nineteenth street we met a big fellow named Buckley, and I gave him a chew of tobacco. We walked on out to the stone yard on Twentieth street. The dame wanted to go some place on Jefferson avenue. About this place, I think it was that some words passed between the two, and he slapped her in the jaw. Then we turned down Lucas place through the park, then over to Chestnut street, when we walked down to the restaurant near Seventh street, where the big lamp is outside, and we went in and had some oysters. Kittie paid for them."

"What time was this when you three were in the restaurant?"

"About 10 o’clock – not after."

"Quite sure of this, are you?"

"Yes, of course I am; ‘cause then we


I din not want to be walking with Mulcahy because she was a prostitute. Billy and I went down Eighth street and walked north. As we passed by Bamberger’s saloon, at Eighth and Olive, I looked in at the big clock and saw that it was only 10:15. Billy was afraid his father would give him h--l for being out late, and that is why I looked. We walked on up to Biddle, and I left him at Eighteenth and Biddle, and I went home and was in bed in five minutes."

Campher stood a rigid cross-examination without deviating from his original statement.


Scharlot Makes His Statement.

Armed with an order from Capt. Fruchte, the reporter proceeded to the Chestnut Street Police Station and was admitted to the presence of Scharlot, who, after a little urging, made the following statement in a frank, easy manner: "I don’t want to get my name in the papers, but I will tell you all I know. I went down to see Kit about 1 o’clock Sunday afternoon, and told her I would be after her at 4. I staid there for about an hour, and then went away and fooled around on Morgan street, until time to go and get her. We went over to Fred Lark’s saloon and commenced drinking beer. About 5 o’clock I went out to get a horse and buggy, but could not find one. Then Kittie and I went up to Eighteenth and O’Fallon to get Tommy Campher. He was in the house, but I gave his little brother a cigar to go in and call him out. He came, and the three of us went back to Lark’s saloon, where we sat drinking beer until a little after 8 o’clock. We then walked up Morgan street to Eleventh, over to Washington avenue, then to Thirteenth street, and then through the park and out Lucas place.

"Were you quarreling with the girl?"


"Not, exactly. She had some money and I wanted it, and we were fooling about it."

"Did you see any one you knew at the Art Hall?"


"Did you not see Mollie Maloney?"


"You knew her and have been running with her, haven’t you?"

"Yes, but I did not see her. There was some one on the step, back in the dark, but I don’t know who they were."

"Did not you and the girl get to arguing about the Maloney girl, and did you not slap her?"

"Well, I believe I did give her a ram in the jaw. But you see, I was pretty full of beer, and don’t remember all I said. I knew she was going out to Jefferson avenue."

"Did you not meet a big man named Buchley and give him a chew of tobacco?"

"No, I didn’t. We walked out as far as the stone yard, when we turned back and walked down Lucas place, the three of us, through the park and went to the restaurant at Seventh and Chestnut street. Where we had oysters. Tommy and I then left the girl and walked home by Eighth street. At Olive street he looked into a saloon and saw it was 10:15.


I left him at Eighteenth and Biddle. When I got home my father and mother were in bed. The folks down stairs had not gone to bed yet. I had got in bed with my cousin, whose name is Weber, when the clock struck 11. My father said, ‘Is that 11 o’clock?’ I said, ‘Yes.’ He got up then and gave me hell for being out so late. I never knew anything about a man being shot until the next day. The police came and took me out of my bed this morning."

"When did you see Campher last?"

The prisoner stuttered and stumbled for an instant and said, "Not since that night. Have they got him arrested?"

"They had him at the Four Courts. You don’t remember of having met Buckley?"

"Come to think of it, now, I did meet some one and gave him a chaw, but then I was very full."


At the Restaurant.

The reporter then went to Bryarly’s restaurant, on Chestnut street near Seventh, when the lie was emphatically give to the statements of Scharlot and Campher that they had eaten oysters with the girl at 10 o’clock on Sunday night. Daniel Nicholson, a waiter, and Charles Bryarly, the night cashier, remembered the girl distinctly, by her black eyes and hair, her little red hood, and her free-and-easy manner. She came in there at a few minutes before 12 o’clock with two men. One of them was about the medium height, and wore a dark overcoat, a stiff hat, and had a mustache. The other as smaller. Both men were well dressed. They all ordered raw oysters and coffee. They were talking among themselves, and the waiter heard the woman say to the largest man, "Shut up, or you will


The largest man sat with his back to the street. When they were through the taller man gave the girl a $10 bill, with which she settled for the oysters. Then they all left together. The girl was positively not in the restaurant earlier in the evening. Business had been slack, and the cashier remembers all the parties who occupied tables.


How the Arrest Came To Be Made.

"You can bet Billy Scharlot fired the shot," said a friend of Kittie Mulcahy’s last night, "and you can bet she saw him shoot. But she’ll never give him away. You can bet on that too."

"Why won’t she?" the reporter asked.

"Because she’s a true blue and thinks the world and all of him."

"What makes you think that she was there and saw him shoot?" the reporter asked.

"Well, I’ll tell you," said Kittie’s friend, "she was sitting here yesterday afternoon in the parlor with Lou Allen; Lou was reading an account of the shooting of Tonkin. When she came to the seal-skin cap part Kittie said, ‘Why, mother, that was me; I was there; I saw that seal-skin cap; the man offered it to me and $2 if I would go into the lot with him.’ Hearing this much, Lou asked Kitty other questions, which brought out the statement that she was out near the church at the time of the killing with Billy Scharlot."

"Well, mightn’t she have been there with him and still have done the shooting?" the reporter asked.

"She would’nt shoot anything," Kittie’s friend replied.

"Did she carry a revolver?"

"No, she never carried a revolver to my knowledge, and I have known her well and for a long while."

"Did you ever know her to shoot any one?"

"No, nor to shoot at any one."

"What about Billy?"

"He’d shoot."

A little while after the conversation between Mrs. Allen and Kitty, the person who had the above to say to a GLOBE – DEMOCRAT reporter was met by Mrs. Allen. The latter told him of Kitty’s strange conduct. Upon hearing it he said, "If you think she had anything to do with the murder of Tonkin, or knows anything about it, don’t conceal the fact, but let the authorities know."

Directly upon the receipt of the above piece of advice, Mrs. Allen notified the police authorities, so that she is really the person to be credited with the giving of the information which led to the arrest.


Scharlot’s Alibi.

Last evening a reporter of the GLOBE – DEMOCRAT called at the residence of the parents of the prisoner Scharlot, and there received a most positive assurance from his father, mother and cousin that he was in bed when the clock struck 11. The cousin was just pulling off his boots when Billy came home, and the whole family stand ready to swear that the boy was in bed at the time named. The lad has caused his father a great deal of trouble. He is now under bond awaiting trial for assault to kill a man named Dunn, in Carr Park, last summer, in which case, by the way, Campher is the principle witness Scharlot, was arrested several months ago as one of a gang who broke into Dr. Johnson’s stable. There was no case against him, so he was sent into the court charged with carrying concealed weapons – a revolver – and sent to the Work House. A visit was also paid last evening to the home of the Campher boy, at 1812 O’Fallon street. The boy’s father and mother had retired early, and did not know at what hour he came home, but are sure that it was long before midnight.


The Boy Who Saw the Shooting.

The detectives who are working upon the case think they have discovered an important witness in the person of Jacob Marks. The latter is a youth of 16, but his appearance would lead you to suppose that he was not more than 10. He has a right eye and honest face, and possesses the faculty of giving ready and forcible expression to his ideas. He was discovered by Detective Browning, who brought him to the Four Courts last night to identify the prisoners. Scharlot had been removed to the Chestnut Street Station, but the girl was still at the Four Courts. On entering the prison, he looked about him, and seeing Kitty Mulcahy readily identified her as the woman who had figured in the shooting. Before he got within twenty feet of her he raised his finger and said, "That’s the girl." Kitty said nothing, but cast upon the youngster a dark frown of disapproval.

As Marks sat talking in the office of the detectives, a GLOBE – DEMOCRAT reporter came in and had a long conversation with him. In the much-dreaded presence of the police authorities the boy laughed and talked with perfect freedom.


According to his statement the man who was with the girl did the shooting. He says he saw him do the shooting, and saw the weapon as he held it in his hand and saw the flash. Being told that this was in contradiction of the testimony of Mr. Turner and others, he declared that Mr. Turner was "away off." He also reversed the positions of the parties as described by Mr. Turner, and helped to draw a diagram showing, for the benefit of the police, exactly how everything had taken place, and the most rigid cross-examination could not make him vary in the least. His diagram of the positions at the time of the shooting, which was shown the reporter, placed the woman in the church-yard on the west of the church, about twenty feet from the sidewalk, that the man who fired the shot directly opposite the woman on the sidewalk – that is, both of these were west of the church, the man directly south of the woman. The man who received the bullet is placed in the portal of the church, directly under the lamplight there suspended, while the witness declares that he observed the whole transaction from the opposite side of the street in the shadow of a tree-box. He claims that he had been watching the party for some time, as they seemed to be quarreling. He thought they were all drunk and


Marks begins his statement with a description of a scene in Missouri Park, where two girls and two young men were laughing and talking. In the meantime a circus procession, just disembarked and going into winter quarters, passed up Olive street and he and the party drifted along with it toward the west. On the way he says he lost sight of on of the men and one woman. When the remaining party reached the church he noticed another man with them. He did not seem to be at all welcome, and words passed between them.

The woman and the man who had come with her from the park finally turned and went way down Seventeenth to Olive and disappeared. After a while they came back up Lucas place and again encountered a man, whom he


This man had several words with the woman and followed her from the east side of Seventeenth street toward the gate of the church-yard, the quarrel in the meantime growing more threatening and violent. The boy says he could not distinguish the words because they were spoken in and undertone. He only heard the woman call the man who was following him by a vile name. At one time the man who did the shooting stood close beside the woman, while the one who followed was west of them and near the front of the church. The man and woman were inside the inclosure. Marks could see that words were being hastily spoken by the two in the yard. The woman applied an epithet to the man who shadowed them. Her paramour stepped out upon the sidewalk. The other man moved toward the church-door, and he saw the arm of the man who occupied the sidewalk straighten in the direction of the church-door, and then came the flash and the report. The man at the door staggered toward the sidewalk, the other walked a few paces down Lucas place toward the west, and threw the revolver into the cow-pen that divides the yard of the Maffit residence from the church-yard, the woman standing still all the while. Then the man who had thrown the pistol away ran back toward the east, along the stone coping in front of the church to the corner, turned south and ran along the west side of Seventeenth street closely followed by the woman, who caught up with him at the mouth of the alley and between Lucas Place and Olive street. The man the took the woman’s arm and walked leisurely onward.

"Did you follow them to see where they went?" the boy was asked by the reporter.

"Only to the mouth of the alley," was the reply.

"Why didn’t you keep up with them, and see where they went?"

"What good would that do?" he replied.

"You could then have told the police who they were, and saved all this mystery," the reporter suggested.

"Oh, I knew who they was," he added; "that is, I knew them by sight. I couldn’t remember their names, but another boy who was with me that night knew who they were. I knew I could get the names from him, and I did."

"What are their names?" he was asked.

"Kitty Mulcahy is the girl’s name, the boy’s name is


"How could this boy tell you?"

"He was with me that night and saw ‘em; he told me he used to run with the fellow they call Billy; I’ve seen Billy and the girl around the park two or three times and I know ‘em well."

"Why didn’t you tell all this to the police some time ago?"

"I told Browning yesterday, didn’t I Browning?"

"Yes, that’s so," the detective replied.

"You say you were standing under the tree-box, and that you followed the couple to the alley. Where did you go then?"

"Came back to Lucas place, walked out Lucas place to Eighteenth street, down to Olive and took the car home."

"Did you see a man standing by the lamp on the corner of Seventeenth street and Lucas place?"


"Mr. Turner thinks one stood there."

"I did not see him."

"Are you sure you didn’t get your ideas from reading of the case in the newspapers?"

"Of course. In the first place, I can’t read well enough to make them out."

"Where do you live?"

"At 1206 Linden street."

"What do you do?"

"Drive a peddlin’ wagon for my parents."

"What were you doing on Lucas place."

"I went out with a boy I know to have a good time. We stopped in Missouri Park till the circus procession came along, then we followed it out to the church. Are you through?"

"Yes, good-bye."

"La-de-dah," was the response.


When was Scharlot at the Restaurant?

Billy Scharlot’s statement was, in substance, that he called at Lou Allen’s place at 3 o’clock in the afternoon and met Kittie there. They went out for a walk, and stopped at the corner of Tenth and Morgan streets, where there is a saloon. They staid there for a considerable period, perhaps two hours. Finally, when it was quite dark, the girl said she was going out west, and he said if so he would go with her. They rambled around for quite a while, reaching the Second Presbyterian Church, about the time services were concluded, and saw the people going home. He and Kitty then came down to Missouri Park and with Campher made their way to the Globe Restaurant, where they took supper. This was about 10:15 and from there he went home to 2024 Biddle street and went to bed, it being then about 11 o’clock. The latter assertion, he says, he can prove by his people. The prisoner was desirous of knowing what the restaurant man would say about his being there, and the reporter went up to see him. The latter said that he had seen the woman only once that Sunday night, and that was after midnight. She was with two men, a tall man with a stiff hat, and a shorter fellow.

This being reported to the prisoner, he said that the man who received the money for the checks would recollect the circumstances of his having been there, because the woman had paid for the meal, giving a ten-dollar bill, and there being no change on hand at the time, the cashier had to send out to get it changed. This was reported to the restaurant man, and he said that it was true. The woman had paid the bill, and they had to send out to get change; but he was under the impression that this took place after 12 o’clock. The woman had not been there before, and she did not come back afterward. Indeed, he was sure of that the time of the incident Scharlot had made use of to show he was at the restaurant occurred after midnight. Right here will turn the question of Scharlot’s alibi, and the evidence of the restaurant-keeper as to the hour will become of the greatest importance.


The Arrest of Mollie Maloney.

At a few minutes past 9 o’clock last night Mollie Maloney, the girl mentioned by the Mulcahy girl as having been seen on Sunday night on the Art Hall steps, was arrested at her home, on Eighteenth street near O’Fallon, and taken to the Third District Sub-Station, where she was seen later by a GLOBE – DEMOCRAT reporter. She is a small, undersized young woman, with deep black eyes and hair banged over a low forehead, in true hoodlum style. She was well dressed. Tears were trickling down her face as she sat mournfully in her cell.

"Where were you last Sunday, Mollie?" asked the reporter.

"In the afternoon me and another girl went down town and walked around until nearly dark. Then I came home, and after supper went out walking with a young man I am keeping company with. We walked until 8 o’clock and then went to my brother’s house at 2312 Division street, where I staid until 9:30 o’clock. Then I went home and before 10 o’clock was in bed."

"Were you at the Art Hall during the evening?"

"Oh, no; we did not go down that way at all."

"You sometimes go to the Art Hall steps?"

"I used to go there last summer, but not since the cold weather set in."

"Do you know Billy Scharlot?"

"Yes, but not very well. I haven’t seen him for a month. I never kept company with him, I went to one ball with him, and then heard for the first time of this girl Kittie Mulcahy. She threatened that she would cut my neck with a knife. She has always been threatening me, and I have kept away from many balls and parties rather than have trouble with her."

"She says you were on the Art Hall steps on Sunday."

"She is a liar."

"She says that she believes the fur cap is yours."

"She is a liar, and she is only trying to get me in trouble. I never owned a sealskin cap in my life. I will make her pay for this when I get out. It is a shame that I should be locked up on the word of a spiteful thing like her, whom I never saw. The police came and took me away from my gate where I was talking to my young man after coming home from the shoe factory on Franklin avenue where I work. It is a shame, and I will get even with her for it."

Mollie then relapsed into a flood of bitter tears, and sobbing maledictions of the jealous and inhuman Kittie.


The Inquest.

At 3 o’clock yesterday afternoon Coroner Frank summoned a jury and began an inquest upon Alfred Tonkin, the victim of the Lucas place tragedy.

Kitty Mulcahy and Billy Scharlot appeared in the role of defendants. Billy is a sandy-haired boyish-looking individual with a healthy glow upon his cheeks, and a languid gray eye. Admitting for the sake of argument that Billy is the person so graphically described by several witnesses of the tragedy, his plug hat, his long ulster, and about eight inches of himself, not to mention a pair of side-whiskers and a mustache, were missing. Billy had no ulster with him, and his clothing was rather shabby. To all appearances it consisted of a plain, well-worn gray suit and a colored shirt. His face would suggest that he is between 21 and 29 years of age. Billy watched the proceeding silently with a serious, half melancholy air. Kitty looked displeased, but the spirit of gayety would occasionally manifest itself in the shape of a pleasant smile. Her black glistening eyes, coarse bristling black hair and swarthy complexion suggested the presence of Indian or Gypsy blood. The contour of her face is, however, a direct contradiction of this impression. It is as round as the moon, and embellished with a blossoming pug nose and a fat, round chin, which ornaments, taken in connection with a square mouth, furnished with thick lips and small regular teeth, at once collaborated the testimony of her name and nationality. While the attention of all who entered the apartment seemed to center upon her, he appeared to be none the less interested in them. Upon all who came she cast a quick, hasty glance, half curious, half spiteful, if not a little coquettish. That the position in which she stood was strange to her was very evident from her occasional want of ease.


Joseph Fey, the first witness called, told the Coroner, after being duly sworn, that he lived at 816 Tayon avenue, and that he knew the deceased. He had known Tonkin for seven years. Tonkin had a wife and two children, lived at No. 1733 Orange street; he was a native of England, and a horse-clipper by occupation. Witness believed him to be a temperate man, and fond of his family. His wife, the witness said, was now at her home above mentioned, ill, and very low. Fey knew nothing about the tragedy.

The testimony of Robert Suddaby also cast light upon the character and habits of the deceased. This witness was engaged in the business of horse-clipping, and the partner of Tonkin. Suddaby lived with Tonkin on Orange street and could give for that reason a deeper insight into his ways than the first witness. In regard to Tonkin’s habits Mr. Suddaby’s statement was somewhat guarded. He said that his friend was temperate, taking only an occasional drink, and that he was "not more than ordinarily irregular in coming home at night." He declared, however, that Tonkin’s wife and children where very fond of him.


testified that he lived at No. 2119 Olive street, but on that Sunday night he was on a visit to his father’s house, on the southwest corner of Seventeenth street and Lucas Place. At about 11:40 p.m. he was standing on the top of the front steps, when he heard a noise similar to that made by one treading on a tin can. Immediately afterward the same sound was repeated. These sounds came from the church-yard opposite him and west of the church itself. A few moments afterwards he saw a man run out of the front gate that leads into the church yard. He ran east on the coping of the terrace on the Lucas Place front of the church. He got to the eastern door of the church when Mr. Turner says he saw a flash and heard the report of a pistol. The report was just outside and opposite the gate spoken of above. A moment after the flash he saw a woman following the man who ran, and she ran across the same coping and down the eastern steps. Both the man and the woman ran south along the west side of Seventeenth street, passing near him.

Just before the shot was fired Mr. Turner heard some words spoken in the church-yard, but he could not distinguish them. After the report the man in front of the church reeled down toward the sidewalk. Mr. Turner and a friend walked over and the man said, "Gentlemen, come and help me; I am shot." When they came to him Mr. Turner asked him who had shot him. First he said the man, then the woman. He said he had been there about two minutes; that he was watching the couple and they shot him. When the man said first that he had just come and then that he had been there only about two minutes Mr. Turner, told him he lied, because he, Mr. Turner, had been standing on the steps longer than five minutes, and the man must have been in at the church during that period. The man contradicted himself so often that Mr. Turner had no faith in what he said, and consequently paid little attention to him.


of the Second Presbyterian Church, the church beside which the shooting took place, repeated under oath the substance of the statement made to a GLOBE – DEMOCRAT reporter a day or two ago, to the effect that he had often seen Tonkin about the premises. He knew that Tonkin was in the habit of watching couples about there, but he, the janitor, had made it a rule to let everybody who came alone, until they became disorderly. He intimated that Tonkin was a sort of blackmailer.

At this point the proceedings were adjourned until to-day.



Two sisters of Katie Mulcahy called to see her yesterday afternoon. They were well dressed and very respectable looking. The girls took their sister’s situation very hardly and wept bitterly. They lead a different life, from that of Katie.

MR. BACCIGALUPO, who keeps the saloon on the northeast corner of Sixteenth and Olive streets, said he saw the couple as they turned the corner at his saloon Sunday night, in there flight. They came down Sixteenth street, ran down Olive street and then, he thinks, turned down Fifteenth street, toward Pine street. He says the woman was young-looking and rather small. She had on a red dress, he believes, and thinks she had a shawl thrown over her shoulders, but had nothing on her head. He noticed that both the man and woman looked shabby. Mr. Baccigalupo can give no description of the man, except that he believed the man had a mustache. Mr. Baccigalupo is unable to say whether he would be able to identify the couple if he were to see them again. As he only got a glance at them as they ran by. Upon hearing a description of Kittie Mulcahy, the girl under arrest, Mr. Baccigalupo said that he thought it was the girl whom he saw run by his place.