that Stanford White was a human
monster. I know that much of what Mrs. Harry Thaw has stated as a
true. I know that Stanford White's den in the
knowledge of this case dates
from the summer of 1905—about a year before the killing, I should say.
afternoon a tall, well-dressed, well-bred young man came to me in my
"A few days
later he came back, still laboring
under strong emotion. He then introduced himself. As nearly as I
can recall he
Harry Kendall Thaw of
in effect was his statement,although of course I asked him a great deal
of the matter. He left after securing my promise to investigate. He
pay the cost of looking into the case. He at once mailed me a check of
sufficient size to defray the necessary expenses, and subsequently
several times upon the subject of White, asking each time what progress
investigation confirmed to a great
degree what Thaw had told me. Our detectives were astounded at what
discovered. We worked hard and I learned a great deal, but of all cases
are the hardest to prove under the rules of evidence, and before
arrest I determined to catch White.
that his rooms in the tower
were as Mrs. Evelyn Thaw had described them in the trial. Two of our
endeavored to hire rooms in the same tower in order to watch his goings
comings. The deal was almost completed when one of the detectives made
bungle. Something which he said or did gave the alarm to the janitor,
although we were on the waiting list for a long time, and although
apartments in the tower were vacant, we were never able to secure a
suite or a
still vainly trying to arrange a
trap for White from which there would be no escape when he dismantled
in the tower.
positively of one case of
White’s conduct to a girl only 15 years old almost identically as Mrs.
Thaw describes her own case, but the girl was in the chorus of a road
and we could not reach her and make a witness of her. We got evidence
things—things that convince me that what Harry Thaw's wife now swears
is true. I
believe in her story and base that belief upon what I know of the man.
time I saw Harry Thaw was only
two or three weeks before he shot White. He
appeared to be in a desperate state—like a man
who is well nigh frantic. He said to me wildly, 'You must keep on, you
stop this man, he must be stopped now—at once."