Sentinel of the valley. [volume] (Woodstock, Va) 1841-1848, 1846-04-23

that great crime had been committee
between Rouen and Paris but how
could it be proved? How could the
criminal be discovered At last i
occurred 10 the lieutenant, who was :
shrewd, discerning man, that he hae
received notice some little tine before
Of person by the name of Martel, :
goldsmith, who had opened shop al
Rouen, where he was entirely un-
known. There was something strange
in the mans manner, and in the ex-
preston of bis face; he SAID nothing Of
his parents or family; and those who
hazarded questions on the subject, re-
ceived from him evasive answers, Civ
en- with i'll. disguised embarrassment.
Struck with his business being the
same as Zambelli's, and acting under
an involuntary presenti,nent, the lieu
tenant sent person, wEo, under pre-
tence of making purchases, entered in
to conversation with Martel, in which,
as if by chance, he introduced the
name of Zambelli. At this name Mar
tel grew pale, and showed signs of
inquietude, looking anxiously at his
questioner. This strengthened the sus-
picions Of the lieutenant, who in order
to try him further, gave orders to a
sergeant, who went to Martel and de-
manded payment of forged bond for
four hundred crowns. Martel, when
he saw the bond, cried out that it was
feigned, and refused to pay it. When
taken TO prison by the sergeant, Mar
tel, following his first impulse, accom-
panied him with the security of man
who is certain he owes nothing; but
soon stopping suddenly in great agita-
ton, he said, Il am quite easy as to
the bond; 1t is entirely false, and l can
prove it. But is there nothing else
against me? Have you heard of any
thing?' The sergeant having feigned
establishment, and protested that he
knew nothing, Martel became calm and
followed him with frmer step TO the
Jail, where his name was registered a
mong the lists of prisoners. An hour
afterwards, he was brought before the
lieutenant, who said to him in an i'm
perative tone, lit is now no time for
pretense; the bond is false; but as you
have betrayed fear, l must tell you that
there are other things against you. A
citizen of Lucca. named Zambelli is
dead, and you are his murderer. De-
ny it not. l have proofs-certain
proofs. But calm your fears, Zambelli
was stranger; no one here cares to
avenge his death. With some sacri-
fees on your part we can hush up this
sad affair: only you must confess all
with sincerity-your life is the price
of it,
Petri6ed by the assurance with
which the lieutenant spoke, and glad
to purchase with gold The life that
hung upon a thread, Martel cried
out, 4 see, its Heavens doings, since
that which no eye witnessed, save my
own, is revealed. l will confess all;
let my fortune save my life!' He was
about to begin, when the appearance
of the notary, who had been sent TO!
to take down his confession. reused
him as out of dream. He percelv-
ed the snare, and when commanded
to begin, said firmly, NO, I have no.
thing TO tell; am innocent Every
inducement to make him confess was
in vain, and he was sent to prison to
await his trial.
In the meantime effort was mace oy
the Kings counsel, Lawrence B'got'
assisted by the lieutenant, 10 lind traces
Of the crime. He visited many VII
lagos. questioned numerous officers o.
police; but all in vain. When he wa:
about to return, in dispair of accom-
plishing his object, he was informed
that. some months before, corpse hae
been discovered hid in a vinyard neal
Argenteuil. Bigot fastened th'ther
and the state representation of the re.
mains enabled him. on viewing
the body, to decide clearly that it wa.
that Of Zambelli, according as he hae
been. described by Cornelius, his broth
er.
/ The magistrate began to read TIL
evidence aloud, when he was Interrupt
ted by piercing cry; and blind ma,
whom no one had as yet perceived
presented himself before the assembly
!, 1t was old Gervais, a wandering beg
gar, born in the neighborhood, wei
known and much liked. When HI
, way LED through Algenteuil, he wa
always admitted TO tie hotel, and hav
ing arrived that day, he had seate'
J himself, unnoticed, in his usual pIac'
: in the chimney corner. He had sprunl