The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1872-05-21

linen there should be no burial ?"
Burial, Madame burial? All if Mad
anne desires the luxury of burial, my
plan is useless"
" But how would you hide it ?"
"That is my business"
"Oh no-I must know"
" Believe me, Madame; you had better
not. Does the surgeon show his saw to the
patient whose limbs he is going to ampu-
tate? Nay, Madame, do not seek to control
my actions, let me choose my own expedi-
ents what can it matter so long as you are
set free? and therefore, Madame, tell me if
my second offer is accepted"
"No."
On receiving this sharp and decided an
swer l took my hat and moved toward the
door, but, on seeing this, the Countess gave
a quick, sudden cry of pain, that made me
turn round involuntarily, and in doing SO
l caught the Prefet's eye. He signed to me
to remain.
"Oh Monsieur" exclaimed the Countess,
"imagine some other means,I conjure you.
My life and my honor are in your hands"
Had it not been out of respect for my
chief, should have disregarded the lady's
scruples altogether, and have caused the
body to be thrown into the Seine, with a
hundred weight of stones fastened to it..
AS it was, saw that l was master Of the
position, and thus addressed the Countess:
"Please give me M. Karl's address"
"What, is that necessary"
indispensable"
"She gave it to me.
"Now, Madame, in few minutes hope
to have finished my task successfully
"And how? No stabbing, 10 dreadful
disappearance"
None whatever, since you wish it so.
Everything will be done in the most simple
manner, your reputation uncompromised,
and NJ. Karls' body treated with as great
respect as though it was under his father
roof. In n quarter of an hour the corpse
will be in NJ. Karls' own room, and you
Madame, will in five minutes, be in
your own carriage, free from the dreadful
burden it now contains"
"Ah, Monsieur how can shank youI
How can my gratitude equal the service
you do me?"
She took me by the hand as though she
would crush it to pieces-it was one of the
finest moments of my life"
Although l spoke with such assurance tC
the Countess, will not deny that / wal
not without uneasiness, and intimated t.
the lady that we had done with the Prefet'l
private Office, and that our next scene o
action would be the street.
Before leaving the room she turned
around to the Magistrate, and, pressing he
hand closely to her heart, she babe hin
trust in her as he would in God. The Per-
Caron, who was waiting with lights in tn,
ante-chamber, she spoke in passing:
"You shall not be forgotten, Monsieur
all that have promised shall be DONE"
Descending the grand staircase, stoppe'
at the door of the room where had lef
the servant, who now joined us with the de
light of a prisoner set free.
" Honorine," said the Countess, sal
goes well, but we have to finish.'
"Ah yes-to finish"
While the two went on little in advance
called out one of the most intelligent in
spectors, and told him, as concisely as
could, what had to be done.
The coachman was asleep, and the prin
cipal object in view was to get the dea,
body out of the carriage without his know
ing what had taken place. But how to d
so if he should be awake?
"We shall see," said the officer; w
shall soon see."
+" If he does not sleep" answered, ''h
must sleep"
"of course he must one way OF another.
"The devil - / cried; "not the othe
way; no, not.p
Following the two women, we crept alonI
in the shadow of the houses. The drive
was fast asleep.
While the officer ran back to tell the Ia
dies they might advance, l opened the car
riage door, got out the dead body, an'
placed him at full length in the shadow o
the parapet which runs along the Quai de
Orfevres, wedging him firmly with coupl
of stones, for the pavement was sloping
He was magnificent man, six feet or sii
feet one, at least; fair, elegant, and sucl
clothes, such linen All this was done II
the twinkling of an eye. The two ladie
had now arrived, but they could hardl
crawl alongi they were worn out, and NOR
like shadows than human beings, and coul'