The Man Who Limped

The weathered little cottage is long gone now, replaced by a cinderblock structure, itself abandoned, deteriorating, forlorn. The narrow, winding lane leading back to it is nearly gone too, obscured, except during the barren bleakness of winter, by the skeletons of tall weeds, gangly saplings and thickening underbrush.But even now, nearly 90 years later, as they drive along the Scioto Trail south of Lucasville Ohio, those dwindling few who know the story cannot take their eyes off the place where it all happened. “There!” they say, if only silently to themselves. “That’s where it happened.” And once again they relive the story, their fathers and grandfathers told them. The story of The Man Who Limped. The case that was solved and the mystery that wasn't.