The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1872-07-30
We arrived at Paris at last, and I was

whom | recognized the one with the golden
hair, whom l had seen in the gambling
saloon in tho Rue Neuve des Petits-
Champs.
The agent said, pointing to me: DO
you recognize that man P'' She replied,
without hesitation, that she did.
"Well, we are ready to take your de-
position, mademoiselle, and the agent
added: "Henri, come in and witness this"
A turnkey entered. The young lady COM
menced in a silvery voice as follows: 81
saw this man in mansion de jue in the
Rue des Petits- Champs; he was playing at
the same table with the murdered man,
whom l have also recognized at the morgue.
Sometimes they would leave the table and
take their refreshments together in the
saloon. They drank in company several
times, and had some private conversation.
The prisoner left the house before the muir
dered man, who did not leave until two
hours later, and had not won much that
night"
This deposition she signed with her
name, Eugenine Dumont
Here the interview ended, and was left
alone to reflect.
heard next day, fir ON one of the keep
ers, that the friend who had left his valise
with me had been captured at La Forge
near Rouen, where he had made a desper-
ate resistance, but had been overpowered
Ispoke to the tall agent, and asked him
to recommend me good lawyer. He did
SO, and sent for him. In the meantime the
agent said that the other prisoner was very
much like me- with the exception that he
wore moustache, and wore beard. l
remarked: "He had beard, too, when l
saw him last" "Oh, we know all that"
said the agent. "When we entered the hotel
he saw his game was up, and he put his
valise in your room, cut off his beard, trim
med his moustache, went strait to our car
riage, which was waiting, and told the
driver coolly to drive him to another hotel;
then paid and discharged him. OF course
the driver never suspected anything, as he
thought the murderer was one of my party
But the coolest part of the business was,
that he came as far as Rouen, on the same
train with ourselves, at least, SO he himself
says. In his room at the hotel, wef ouDd a
large clasp-knife with the blood dried in
the interstices; also the hair he had cut
off,
The agent then told me the prisoner had
confessed; and in his confession had stated
that he had followed me from Rouen to
Dieppe, to shift the murder on me, as
looked so much like him, and as he had
seen me leave the gambling house, while
he lay in wait for the murdered man, and
as he knew the detectives were on his track.
What singular stroke of luck it would
have been in his favor, the fact of my hav-
ing the watch, had chance not have fixed
it otherwise
Next day, through the kindness of the
agent and the efforts of the lawyer, was
released on bail. appeared at the trial,
which was very long, and was called sew
eral times to the stand.
The clue the detectives discovered the
murderer by, was the fact that they had
found two letters on the murdered man
from Mariette Gaudoin to Claude Belin.
BY means of these they found Mariet:e,
and from her obtained information that
Claude had been in the habit of gambling.
Then they found he had been in the house
at which met him. was at once sus-
pected and an agent started after me,
having my description, which coincided ex-
actly with the murderer, were it not that
he had a scar over his right eye.
The detectives then got on my track; and
it so happened that the murderer saw me
at Rouen, where his keen eyes soon rec
ognized me, and he determined to throw
his guilt over me, thinking, no doubt any
personal resemblance to him would help
considerably to that enu. Little thought
he, however, that the police agents were
following so closely in my footsteps, and
that he was making his own capture the
more easy.
The trial was at length over, and as l
stood there, while the Judge sentenced
him to death, shuddered when thought
of the quiet game of cards he and l played
together at the dead hour of midnight in
his own room, where he might easily have
murdered me, had he felt so Inclined as
never carried any arms. shuddered again
and hoped he would be forgiven.
He saw me and bitter smile filtered
across his face. He beckoned me to come
TO him. went over and he whispered
hoarsely in my ear; "Do you forgive me !?
l played my last hand with you, and did