Originally posted by Simon Wood
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TUMBLETY'S PROTEGE TALKS.
HE LIVED WITH THE DOCTOR AND WAS HIS CONSTANT COMPANION.
(Martin H. McGarry) ...Usually he went up to the Morton House, where he pointed out the actors to me and told me who they were and what they did. Sometimes in the afternoons we would drop in to the matinees...
McGarry may have been duped by Tumblety's lies, but this is a first-hand account immune to Tumblety's deception. Notice how Tumblety knew all of the actors by name and their backgrounds. Tumblety seemed to have a passion for theater and London's Beefsteak Club with an old boyfriend having excellent connections with Henry Irving himself, would have been the perfect choice for him. Again, Tumblety claimed to frequent it. This conflicts with your Sir George Arthur story.
By the way, isn't it interesting that the only year records for the Beefsteak Club attendance to go missing is 1888. It certianly sounds like someone in Pall Mall does not want this information out.
Notice the following articles:
Daily Examiner (San Francisco, CA)
Tuesday, 20 November 1888
DR. TUMBLETY.
San Francisco Lets in Light on the Whitechapel Murders.
...A dispatch from London[notice it does not say from New York], published in the EXAMINER yesterday, announced the fact that Dr. Francis Tumblety had been arrested and held on suspicion of being the Whitechapel murderer. He is held on some charge which has been placed against him in order to secure his detention. The dispatch gave his peculiarities and stated that he was well known in New York, Pittsburg and San Francisco...
Daily Examiner (San Francisco, CA)
Friday, 23 November 1888
DR. TUMBLETY.
The London Detectives Ask Chief Crowley About Him [Notice London initiated this].
...Dr. Francis Tumblety, the suspect arrested at London in connection with the Whitechapel murders, is still held by the police of that city, and a good deal of importance seems to be attached to his apprehension. All facts in relation to the suspected "doctor" are being carefully collected, and, as Tumblety was once in this city, there has been considerable telegraphing between the Police Departments of San Francisco and London...
The New York World (4 December, 1888)
…It was just as this story was being furnished to the press that a new character appeared on the scene, and it was not long before he completely absorbed the attention of every one. He was a little man with enormous red side whiskers and a smoothly shaven chin. He was dressed in an English tweed suit and wore an enormous pair of boots with soles an inch thick. He could not be mistaken in his mission. There was an elaborate attempt at concealment and mystery which could not be possibly misunderstood. Everything about him told of his business. From his little billycock hat, alternately set jauntilly on the side of his head and pulled lowering over his eyes, down to the very bottom of his thick boots, he was a typical English detective. If he had been put on a stage just as he paraded up and down Fourth avenue and Tenth street yesterday he would have been called a caricature.
First he would assume his heavy villain appearance. Then his hat would be pulled down over his eyes and he would walk up and down in front of No. 79 staring intently into the windows as he passed, to the intense dismay of Mrs. McNamara, who was peering out behind the blinds at him with ever-increasing alarm. Then his mood changed. His hat was pushed back in a devil-may-care way and he marched to No. 79 with a swagger, whistling gayly, convinced that his disguise was complete and that no one could possibly recognize him.
His headquarters was a saloon on the corner, where he held long and mysterious conversations with the barkeeper always ending in both of them drinking together. The barkeeper epitomized the conversations by saying: "He wanted to know about a feller named Tumblety, and I sez I didn't know nothink at all about him; and he says he wuz an English detective and he told me all about them Whitechapel murders, and how he came over to get the chap that did it."
When night came the English detective became more and more enterprising. At one time he stood for fifteen minutes with his coat collar turned up and his hat pulled down, behind the lamp-post on the corner, staring fixedly at No. 79. Then he changed his base of operations to the stoop of No. 81 and looked sharply into the faces of every one who passed. He almost went into a spasm of excitement when a man went into the basement of No. 79 and when a lame servant girl limped out of No. 81 he followed her a block, regarding her most suspiciously. At a late hour he was standing in front of the house directly opposite No. 79 looking steadily and ernestly.
…Even in the saloons where he often went to drink he was spoken of with loathing and contempt. He must have kept himself very quiet on the La Bretagne, for a number of passengers who were interviewed could not remember having seen any one answering his description. It will be remembered that he fled from London to Paris to escape being prosecuted under the new "Fall of Babylon" act.
Inspector Byrnes was asked what his object in shadowing Twomblety. "I simply wanted to put a tag on him." he replied, "so that we can tell where he is. Of course, he cannot be arrested, for there is no proof in his complicity in the Whitechapel murders, and the crime for which he was under bond in London is not extraditable."
...and you're telling me London did not consider Tumblety a serious JTR suspect when they clearly initiated communitcation with San Francisco and New York and they had a Scotland Yard detective watching Tumblety.
It is clear that Scotland Yard officials were told to never speak about it, and just as Norma posted, no official would have spoken about it for fear of losing their pension.
Sincerely,
Mike
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