Introduction to Revelations of a Murderer

Probably it is true that no two persons entertain precisely the same view of murder. If any two did, and one happened to be a man and the other a woman, there would be many advantages in their exemplifying the harmony by murdering each other--unless they had already murdered some one else.

Sour-minded critics of life have said that the only persons who are likely to understand what murder ought to be are those who have found it to be something else. Of course most of the foolish criticisms of murder are made by those who would find the same fault with life itself. One man who was asked whether life was worth living, answered that it depended on the liver. Thus, it has been pointed out that murder can be only as good as the persons who murder. This is simply to say that a partnership is only as good as the partners.

Revelations of a Murderer is a woman's confession. Murder is so vital a matter to a woman that when she writes about it she is always likely to be in earnest. In this instance, the likelihood is borne out. Karen Eliot has listened to the whisperings of her own heart. She has done more. She has caught the wireless from a man's heart. And she has poured the record into this story.

The woman of this story is only one kind of a woman, and the man is only one kind of a man. But their experiences will touch the consciousness--I was going to say the conscience--of every man or woman who has either murdered or measured murder, and we've all done one or the other.

---Bob Jones