The Newtown bee., 1878-01-31
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 none, alone, had engaged apartments in ihe Rue Raripart. His landlord said he seldom went out-saw no company
 l was dumbfounded. The woman, then, dropped from lhe drama that night. My theories and my conclusions, then, were false. l was bewildered. The mystery thickened.
 The mists of doubt and uncertainty arose about me, and left me idly and hopelessly speculaling upon the new phase that now presented itself. had been confident that through the woman l would track the victim. had felt that l was on the verge of discovery-when 10 the woman disappears I'll confess that l felt that had got my match in Elise Cameron. knew something of woman's cunning. Therefore 1 deter mined to proceed to my apartments, dis miss the matter from my mind for the night, and enjoy comfortable evening and refreshing sleep before I proceed ed further.
 Chance led the my footsteps through Rue Rampant. I passed the door O. No. 100, where Zanone had lodged. Without exactly knowing why entered and in qulred for Monsieur Saborin, the land- lord. His wife answered:
 Monsieur will be in directly"
 Madame was but thirty, her eyes were bright; she was faultlessly formed; her smile was sweet and very encouraging. I determined to chat with her until mon- sieur returned. 1 felt that must make an excuse of some kind, so inquired if she remembered NJ. Zanone, who had lodged with her.
 Madame blushed very red, and drop- ped her eyes. Presently she said she did, and that monsieur was very hand some young man-''so quiet and so young"
 1perceived at once that she could not be speaking of Zanone, for he was at least forty years of age; so added that l referred to NJ. Zanone, the Italian gen. tleman, who had departed so suddenly.
 Madame once more dropped her eyes as she returned:
 "l know M. zanone; but you are wrong-he was a very young gen ,le- man.
 Light at last !! before the rays of which the mists of doubt and uncertainty rolled silently away. l groped no longer, child-lke in the dark. I reeled like a drunken man as the truth broke upon me. Victory at last
 It was as clear as the noon,d day sun.
 The voice of reason was right. The woman and the money were linked in seperably together.
 Cunning as her plot was, deep as her scheme was laid. subtle as was her devil ish work, carefully as the detail was car ried out, the London courtcsan was un. masked, and l comprehended the whole tragedy.
 It was she, Elise Cameron, who had personated Manrico Zanone, at No, 100 Rue Rampant it WAS she who had writ ten the letter directing tue el5,O0O to be forwarded to Paris it was she W ho had drawn the money from N. Godeau, in tue Rue Riyoli. ..
 And once more the voice of reason cried aloud It was she who had caused the death of the Italian. They had ar rived together in Paris on the night of January 20th. On the 2lst she had as- stunned the character of Zanone, and en- gagged the apartments in the Rue Ram part.
 Where, then. was Zanone? Futile question. The unknown Italian, with crushed skull, was lying stark and dead beneath the waters of the Seine, on tke morning of the 2lst, when the London cour.esan disappeared and emerged again in the character of the murdered man.
 That night the London police were securing London to find Elise Cameron i; before morning the telegraph informed me that after parting with Zanone she had not re-appeared in London. By noon next day I had tracked her,in spite of her artful disguise. to Hayre, and there I learned that on tke eve of tn 6 9th of of February, 1866, she had taken passage in the Vile de Paris, still in male attire, for New York, in company with lover from London. Once there, she cast aside her disguise, and emerged once more as the fascinating womsr-
 After months of patient labor, she was appreheoded in Philadelphia, and taken back to Paris to stand her trial for mur- der. As we were unable to prove that she struck the blos which caused the death of Ztnone, she vas convicted of forging the letter to the Dublin bankers, and WAS sentenced to imprisonment for t~en,y-one years. the highest penalty for the offense under the laws of France. --Ik Lender, San Frdrc'sU.