The Morning herald., 1877-09-14

wore on the night Of the murder. tits
very evident that they have been wet; and
apart from stains of mud, they bear traces
Of fresh earth. Look here-and here!
Above all, they have been torn at tho
knee. Granted, that your memory fails
you as to the locality of your walk on
Tuesday evening, but you cannot make
me believe that you have forgotten the
rent in your trousers, and the torn condi-
ton of your gloves"
What courage could resist such over
whelming attacks' The frmness and en-
ergy of the prisoner were fast giving way.
His head swan. He sunk heavily into
chair. murmuring as he did co., ~ shall
go mad!-madw ..
Confess" insisted the magistrate,
whose eyes became absolutely insupport-
able in their intense gaze upon the TIN.
happy young man-"confess that no ons
but YOU could have had any interest In
the death of the Widow Lerouge."
~ confess" said Albert, " that l am tho
victim of one Of those astounding events
that makes ones reason totter. Still, am
innocent" ..."
eff so, then tell me where you passed
Tuesday evening""
"Of course cried the prisoner, "if /
told you that, should be saved" Then
he added, in voice so faint that 1t was
hardly audible, shut I must not speak; l
cannot-I dare notp'
Monsieur Daburon rose. In theatrical
language, he was about to produce his
greatest effect u
"You have left it, then, to me-" he said,
with Just tinge of irony in his voice. ITO
refresh your failing memory, and to re-
call to It all that occurred to its owner.
On Tuesday evening, at eight o'clock, You
left your house in state OF great mental
excitement. At half-past eight you took
the train from the st. Lazare Station, and
at nine you got out at Rueil-"
And quietly appropriating all the ideas
of Old Corkscrew, as though they were
his own, the magistrated repeated nearly
word for word the improvised trade that
the Daddy had delivered the night before.
And whilst speaking, he could not help
admiring the extraordinary penetration OF
this volunteer detective. In all his lite
his eloquence had not produced such an
impression. Every sentence-nay, every
word-told; and the confidence OF the
prisoner. already sadly shaken, fell bit by
bit, like the stones from wall that is be-
ing bombarded with cannon.
Albert was like man rolling down q
| precipice- sees every branch failing
him-every resting place give way; and
who feels new and more painful wound
at every rugged point his body is hurled
against.
"And now," concluded tho magistrate,
listen to good advice. Don't persist in
system of obstinate denial, which it is ut
terly impossible to sustain. We are in
possession now of all the facts. Believe
me, it would be far better policy for you
to throw yourself on the indulgence OF
the court by confessing ALL"
Monsieur Daburon hardly supposed that
the prisoner would dare TO hold out any
longer; but in this he was entirely mis-
| taken.
However great the prostration OF Albert
may have appeared, he found, by SUI
IRENE effort Of his will, strength enough
still to recover himself, and once again te
protest.
"You are certainly in the right. sir" he
said, sadly, appearances are decidedly
against me. In your place, would have
spoken as you have done; and yet ]
swear that am innocent! I am over.
whelmed for the moment-but / do not
despair. My honor and my life are in the
hands of God! Even at this very hour
in which must seem to you as dead
man, still hope, and believe, in a mos'
entire acquittal of every charge made
against me! In fact, await it a. Ger
tainty" 4,
IL don't understand you," interrupted
the magistrate. =.
ave said nothing more than / mean!'
"Thus you persist in your denialf"
Il am innocent"
"But this is madnessl"
IL am innocent!'
There was nothing moro to be said, and
after few form had been gone
through with-sucn as reading over the
prisoners examination to him-he was
conducted back to his cell, the m~o STRAIT
still exhorting him to confess,
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