English Listening Practice 64 – Listen to Hankenson’s Perfect Crime Short Story in English
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Hankenson’s Perfect Crime
By Ward Sterling
HAVING decided to kill Chester O’Hearn, Hankenson com- menced making his plans.
He had often read of the perfect crime—the fool proof crime to which there is no clew, but which al- ways ends disastrously for the perpe- trator because of some straggling little thread left untied. In his case there would be no slip-up. The average murderer, he believed, killed on im- pulse ; few, if any, went about it as he was doing, weighing every minor detail, covering every track as he proceeded.
Carefully—for he felt that he had months ahead of him in which to com- plete his arrangements—he went over every possible .contingency. Every method of killing known to civilized man was carefully jotted down, news- paper clippings relating to crime were card-indexed and filed away for future reference.
When he had secured all of the in- formation he desired, he sat down, spread the various data before him and dissected them bit by bit. This work completed, he tabulated the results care- fully—then rejected the whole. The crimes of others served him as an ob- ject lesson in what to avoid.
There were two pitfalls to be watched for. One was the fact that O’Hearn was carrying on a liaison with Mrs. Hankenson. In spite of their ef- forts to avoid scandal several people of their acquaintance knew which way the straws were blowing, and one or two had hinted at the facts to the husband. And O’Hearn was a man of great wealth and Hankenson’s cousin. Han- kenson, upon his death, would inherit the greater part of his millions.
Therefore any suspicion of murder would cause people to look naturally in Hankenson’s direction. Therefore there must be no suspicion of murder.
To kill O’Hearn and have it appear as a suicide would never do either. People always talked too much about suicide and inquired into the whys and wherefores. Talking might cause some blundering officer to accidentally guess at the truth.
After debating the matter thor- oughly in his own mind, he finally de- cided that there was but one solution to the problem.
First—O’Hearn must be killed in such a way that it would look like an accident.
Second—When the killing took place Hankenson must be close by, but not actually present.
Third—Others must be witnesses to the tragedy. There must be enough witnesses to prove conclusively that an accident had been the cause of death, and they must be men and women whose testimony would be accepted without a question of doubt in any court in the land.
These things having been decided upon, Hankenson had next to select a method of committing the deed.
O’Hearn was an ardent sportsman, hunter and trapshooter. What, then, would be more natural than that he should be killed in the field and by his own gun?
But how?
It took Hankenson several weeks to decide this point. Here, as before, de- tails were mentally discussed, cata- logued and discarded. The solution was finally reached through the applica- tion of chemistry. And, having arrived at a decision, Hankenson applied him- self vigorously and with his usual painstaking thoroughness to the task of putting the affair through to a success- ful conclusion.
In an obscure drug store in another city he purchased a small bottle of nitric acid. Several weeks later he motored to the metropolis, a hundred miles dis- tant, in order to secure fifteen cents’ worth of sulphuric acid. Laying both purchases aside, he waited several weeks, finally finding occasion to make a trip to a third town, where he bought a bottle of glycerin. He now had the ingredients to manufacture enough nitro-glycerin to blow up a regiment— all purchased in such a way that suspi- cion could never be traced to him.
But he was wary. The time was not yet ripe. There was always the chance that some over-alert clerk might, through some unforeseen circumstance, remember his face and connect him with the purchase of one of the chemi- cals. It was best to wait until the memory of his small purchases faded from their minds. It was lack of at- tention to such small details that had caused others to be caught. In his case nothing was too tiny to be overlooked. His was a brain that could foresee all contingencies.
Six weeks passed before he was ready to act. One day while visiting O’Hearn’s bachelor apartments he man- aged to pocket half a dozen shells such as his cousin used in his favorite gun. Again he waited for weeks to see if the theft was noticed. Finding that it was not, he proceeded to carefully draw the wads from three of the shells, uncrimp- ing the edges in such a way that it would not be noticed. He even wore gloves to avoid tell-tale finger-prints.
Pouring out the charges of powder and shot, he poured into the empty shells enough nitro-glycerin—which he compounded from his chemicals—to make small bombs out of each, replaced the wads, and, turning back the edges carefully, he looked over his handiwork.
To all appearances the shells were identical with their mates. Yet when the hammer struck the cap it would create an explosion sufficient to tear the very head off of the unfortunate O’Hearn. The terrific jar would ex- plode the other shells and the remaining evidence would be destroyed.
Naturally, as Hankenson knew, there would be an inquiry. But as a method of committing a murder it was so unique that it would never be suspected. Instead, the company which manufac- tured the cartridges would be blamed. Accidents are always likely to happen in powder factories. In the end the coroner’s jury would decide that some- thing had gone wrong with the formula when the powder was made. He, as O’Hearn’s next of kin, would bring suit against the manufacturers and the lat- ter, for their own protection, wdld set- tle as speedily as possible in order to avoid unnecessary publicity.
He next poured the acid and glycerin down the sewer. The bottles in which the chemicals came he broke into small pieces and buried in the ashes. Thus he covered his tracks as he went along.
The hunting season opened next day. He and O’Hearn had made all arrange- ments to leave early in the morning for a forenoon’s sport among the ducks. A large party of friends was to accom- pany them. The friends were to be the necessary witnesses.
Waiting until late in the evening, he hastened to O’Hearn’s rooms. A mat- ter of business would, he stated, keep him in town for an hour or two after the party had started. As soon as he could conveniently get away, he would motor out to the club grounds and join the others.
O’Hearn was examining his hunting gear and filling the pockets of his coat with cartridges as Hankenson knew he would be. Waiting until the other had left the room for a second, he removed three of the shells from the right-hand pocket, dropping into their place the three filled with the deadly nitro- glycerin.
He knew O’Hearn’s habits. At the club grounds the sportsmen would di- vide into small parties, each picking out his individual “blind.” Most of them would go in parties of twos. With Hankenson absent, O’Hearn would oc- cupy a blind alone until his partner’s arrival. With the ducks flying thick, one of the three “fixed” cartridges would surely be fired inside of the first half hour. By the time he arrived, the others would be on their way back, car- rying with them the mangled remains of Chester O’Hearn.
II
Someone has remarked that it is the little things that effect human destinies. In this case it was a small leak in a rubber boot that saved Chester O’Hearn’s life and prevented Carl Hankenson from committing the per- fect crime.
O’Hearn had been suffering from a slight cold. Arriving at the clubhouse, he * no sooner set foot on the ground than he accidentally stepped into a tiny pool of water. An instant later he discov- ered the leak in his boot. There were no other boots available, and to enter the blind with those he wore meant to invite an illness. Never of a robust constitution, he feared to take a chance. As a result he sat on a log along the bank of the river, his dog by his side, watching the others fill their bags.
The morning turned out warmer than usual. Finding his heavy canvas hunt- ing coat, its pockets loaded down with shells, too heavy over his thick sweater, O’Hearn divested himself of it and laid it on the grass close by. Stretching out, he filled his pipe and took matters as philosophically as could be expected of an enthusiastic sportsman forced to keep out of the game at the opening of the hunting season with the ducks thicker than ever before in history.
Meanwhile Hankenson, driving slow- ly, reached the grounds. Looking around carefully, he was astonished to find no evidence of the tragedy. Where there should have been a white-faced little group of men standing around a blanket-covered form, all of the mem- bers of the party, as far as he could see, were busily engaged in banging away at the feathered game.
He hesitated an instant. It would never do to go back now that he had come this far. Someone might have seen him. The “accident” was certain to happen shortly. To turn back now would be equivalent to admitting a guilty knowledge. Nor would he dare enter the blind with O’Hearn. For when one of the “doctored” shells ex- ploded, anyone within a radius of a dozen feet would be in danger.
Moving slowly, trying to think of some excuse to keep out of the other’s company, he rounded a curve in the pathway. He was almost upon O’Hearn before he noticed the other sprawled upon the river bank, half asleep.
III
Dogs are affectionate animals. The one owned by O’Hearn was no excep- tion to the rule. Forced to remain with its master when the other canines of the party were enjoying a full day’s sport, it longed for a romp. Hankenson had often played with it in times gone past. Recognizing its friend, it leaped to its feet, and, tail waving, started toward him.
Hankenson’s gun was in his hand. It was this that probably caused a streak of peculiar dog reasoning to flash through the animal’s brain.
“Here,” he probably thought to him-self, “is why my master has been wait- ing. Now that he’s arrived, let’s get started.”
Seizing O’Hearn’s hunting coat in his mouth, the animal leaped toward Hank- enson, the heavily loaded pockets of the coat swinging wildly.
As it fawned upon the newcomer one of the loaded pockets struck the butt of Hankenson’s shotgun. Nitro-glycerin explodes upon con- cussion !
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