The Morning herald., 1877-09-15
When he lad finished, he rose, with a
scared and frightened look.

scared ana frightened look.
"Sir," he whispered to the magistrate,
his pale lips quivering so painfully, that
they were hardly able to frame the words;
II have been the involuntary cause Of a
great injustice. This mon Is innocentr' n
"Come, comep' said Monsieur Daburon,
gathering up his papers, and then button
ing his greatcoat, preparatory to his
departure. "You've lost your head, my
poor old friend. Sleep upon il, and you'll
be yourself again tomorrow. When you
reflect upon what you have just read"
eyes. sir-yes; when | reflect upon
what have just read, implore you to
stay the case. or you will only he adding
another error 70 The deplorable list of ju-
dicial blnudsrs. The Viscount is in prris-
on, isn't her '. :
ayes; and. there he shall remain, if you
please" interrupted the magistrate, IRON
ically. ~ can't understand man play
ing fast and loose, as you do. Think
what you said last night. You was posi-
tive as to his guilt, whilst hesitated."
'e1'hat's Just It'll" cried the old man,
dancing about the room in a sort Of i'm
patient self-remorse. "Idiot and fool that
l am, not to have made myself under.
stood! This was my plan: these were my
deductions. A crime has been committed.
with its various circumstances and details.
i construct, piece by piece, = plan OF
nv own, which, like Chinese puzzle,
shall fit into each in the most exact man
ner. If an individual is to be found who
fits this plan, then the author of the crime
is discovered. If otherwise, then we have
bounced upon the wrong person. Now,
SIR" said Daddy Tabaret, getting more
and more excited as he went on, II have
paid particular attention to this case. I
have examined the work, and will give
the workman his due. He's clever
scoundrel, whoever he is; and do you
think that such man would have ne
elected precaution that would have
been resorted to by the most laundering
thief that ever came under your expert
cnce9 It's impossible! l am as sure Of
my plan or system, or whatever you Like
to call it, as of sum in subtraction which
has been proved. The murderer Of the
Widow Lerouge has an alibi The Wis
count Albert de Valcourt doesn't even. at
tempt to prove one; therefore, he is inno-
| cent" .t-
Monsieur Daburon watched Old Cork
screw with that Multiplying gaze that
one accords to monomaniacs.
"Dear old boy" he said, "you have only
one fault. You sin on the side Of over
subtlety. You think every one else as
clever as yourself. Our man has been
caught because he was utterly reckless
He thought himself, on account Of his So
cial position, above suspicion"
"No. sir!-no, STRIP interrupted Tabafes
ia thousand times nc, sir! You are ut
terly and entirely mistaken! My villain
the true villain, mind you-feared every
thing"
"Well," said the magistrate, losing all
patience, I'll Albert de valcourt, having
interest in getting the old woman out Of
/ the way, didn't commit the crime, who
,1idl His father perhaps~
This was said with sneer, but tn,
Daddy didn't see it. He was too much in
earnest
"No, it wasn't the father-my villain
"Good-bye, Monsieur rabaret," said the
magistrate, taking up his hat ~ think
we are only wasting time in useless con-
troversy. Tomorrow we shall wake up,
like giants refreshed with wine. Good
bye-sood-bye"
tie had gained the door, but Daddy
Tabaret sprang forward and barred the
way. @ L.. q. ,
"Sir! sir" he cried, with impassioned
gestures, "in the name of Heaven, don't
| 70 away without hearing me! This young
man is innocent--1 swear It'll Help me in
my researches me-" =,
But the magistrate shook his head, and
putting the enthusiast aside, walked rap
| idly down the corridor, and turning cor
ner, was lost to sight,
| Closing the door behind him, Old Cork
screw followed. threading the long, dark
| galleries of the Palace of Justice Ii ike a
| lost spirit.
"Hot-headed fool that ami" he thought
IL have helped to convict an innocent
man! Poor fellow! Who knows but in
the horror and anguish Of his position, he
may commit suicide Poor humanity
poor humanity But I'll be to the fore!
i'll be to the fore! I'll get him of, and
III pounce on the real rascal yet; and,
what's more, I'll get my old friend Noel
to help me. That fellow has bra IS; and
is thousand pities he wasn't in the
police!' ---.-
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