The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1869-05-15

cence, declaring that he had never so
much as set eyes on either Of the MUIR
dered women. al a.| \
The abandoned miscreant was thereup.
onthrust into solitary confinement, and dali
ly subjected to a sharp cross,examinatiou.
Week after week passed away, but the
prisoner showed no signs of yielding. No
confession could be eXiorted from him
All Paris was shocked by his obduracy
Nevertheless, Paris consoled itself with
the reflection that he would certainly be
condemned and executed. Ny
Several weeks subsequent to the terri
bic murder-thG mystery of which, since
the Chimney,sweep, though strongly sus-
pectGd, still adhered to his A st story, was
yet unexplained-the Parisians read in
morning issue of the Monde the follow
ing advertisement: ~ ~"
"NAPTURED-Ea IN the morning of the
" 10Th Of July, a very large, dark-YellOw
orang- -Outang The lawful owner can obtain pos.
session session Of the animal o on i tRS payment Of al
by applying at No. % Rue de FaubOurg st. Ger
main, third story, left-hand door"
In the evening of the same day, a man,
apparently still young, was thoughttully
pacing the floor in the apartment desig-
mated in the advertisement given above
Every now and then he would stop at the
head of the stairs and listen, as if expect
ing some one. Hearing nothing, he would
resume his promenade. Plainly yet neat
ly and tastefully clad, there was quiet
nevertheless was in itself an attraction.
The people in the house called him Mon
siehr Allard, and only knew of him that
a great portion of his time was taken up
in reading learned books. Any farther
than this with respect to their taclturn
lodger they had not troubled themselves
to find out M
y Soon after the occurrence of the mystic
rious tragedy in the Rue MOrgue, Mon
sieur Allard was frequently to be seen In
that ill.fated street, inspecting with the ut
most minuteness every spot OF blood,
every stick, every straw, every nail, every
fragment of fallen plaster. The police
looked upon him as an ordinary curiosity
hunter, but allowed him to go through
the house on his respectfully asking their
permission to do So
What had been unnoticed by the crafty
pupils of Vidocq, Monsieur Allard's closer
examination revealed: a window behind
the bedstead could be raised almost by a
feathers weight; the bolt, which was yet
sticking in the window-frame, had
been broken off in the middle. ut
Is very probable that the murderer got in
at this window and out of it also" said
Monsieur Allsrd to himself With the
utmost care and nicely he examined the
wounds of the victims and then their
hands, looking for some trace Of the fear
lful struggle they had made in defence of
their lives. A few short yellow hairs still
adhered 10 the finger-nails of the mother.
These Allard carefully folded in paper and
put in his pocket OF the dark blpe spots
on the daughters neck he made close
and accurate drawing. Undoubtedly ten
sharp fDger-nails had been pressed deeply
into the flesh. Allard tried to place his
own nails IN the nailmarks drawn upon
the paper, but he could not 1t must
have been the iron grasp of a giant by
which the wretched young woman had
suffered strangulation. z rra
Allard next examined the exterior wall
of the house under the window through
which alone he inferred the murderer
could have made his escape. 1t was high
and perfectly smooth; no man, without a
ladder, could have scaled it. But hold |!
Yonder at the corner of the house runs
lightning. rod. A person Of more than
ordinary strength and activity, such as the
murderer of the L'Espsrayes evidently
was, might have assembled this rod and then
swung himself into the window, which, it
was more than probable, had been stand
ing open.
Allard had his own thoughts as he re-
turned to his quiet room in the Rue de
Faubourg st. German. Taking down
his Button and Cuvier, till late in the night
he studied the natural history of the apes.
Then and there, and from that time on,
rang loudly in his ears the Bhril cry Of
agony or terror, such as those present on
that night of blood at the house Of
Madame L L'Esparaye had heard and de.
scribed IL "
His studies in natural history compelled
him gradually to the conviction that the
great yellow orang. outang Of the East
India Islands, so remarkable for Its gigantic
stature, its strength and activity and its
bloodthirsty feroclty and rare powers of
imitation, could alone have been the
murderer Of the u L'Esparayes. There was
savageness about the tragedy scarcely
possible even for the most cruel and de-
praVed Of men. And, would any man,
after committing the murder, have so use
lessly wasted time and strength in drag
ging the young woman's body into the
chimney, only, at last, to leave the four
thousand francs lying upon the hoors
But the deep, angry voice, with its
"Cursed devil and "My Godl" which
had been 80 plainly heard, did that also
belong to an orang. outang, Monsieur
AIard2 IA.
No, probably to the apes owner But
first let US look for the orang. .outang, some
of whose short, yellow hair was left in the
hands Of Madame L 'Esparaye.
And day after day, Allard patiently read
over the Paris papers in search Of an ad-
vertisernent of the lost orang. outaDg.
But he saw none, Very well,p said he
! to himself, we must now advertise an
orang o1tang found. My belief that an
ape only committed that murder is not to
be overthfoWn. If the owner of the
orang. outRng, which / am sure must in
any event have made Its escape, is inno-
cent he will undoubtedly be on the look
; out for his precious animal.n
And therenpun, without making soul
q sharer in hissuspicions or his investiga-
tons he published the advertisement
which appeared ii the lNonde,
Atlength, ,sone evening, he heard a heavy
step upon the stairway. There was q
bright gleam Of Joy IN his eyes as be
| glanced into the side pocket Of his coat
HIS revolver was all right.
There was timid, hesitating knock al
the door.
"Come y said Allard in friendly
yet listless tone. t4n
A tall, powerful fellow, with sun brown
ed face almost hidden in long, black
beard, In the gsrb and with the rolling
gait Of q sailor, bowing awkwardly and
glancing fearfully around, entered the
room. FAm I right, sir? are you tht
gentleman that caught the orang
outang9"
lg "Yes, my friend--you, suppose, arc
Its owner? A finer ape than that Is no
to be found in the Jdrdin deS Pantss."
At this quiet and friendly greet
ing the sailor evidently breathed easier
Ali thought Allard, he is not ignorant
| them Of the murder committed BY his ape
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