The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1879-07-10

the subject. He left the room, and
having Tung for the detective about
whom he had spoken to Roblsrd-
a sleepy-lOoking, middle>aged man.
named Trouillot--gave that worthy his
Instruction. He wound up by whis.
pering: My own belief is that NJ. Rob
lard is mad, 50 that you will have to
keep your eyes about you"
" Very good, sir" answered Trouillot
laconically.
Roblard and Trouillot left the prefect-
ure together in cab and the eommun-
list appeared to be in rather high spirits
during their drive to an hotel A load
seemed to have lifted from his mind, and
he talked with excitement about the
changes he had noticed in Paris, saying
how glad he was to get back again. At
the hotel he bespoke two bedrooms,
next each other, and having a door of
communication then he ordered dinner
By this time his spirits had somewhat
allen, and he watched his companion
through the corners OF his eyes as if he
did not quite like the look of him.
Trouillot was one of those men who
cannot talk, and whose faces do not say
much in their favor. He kept on saying
" Yes, sir, " "~stolidly and during dinner
ate and drank largely.
Nothing of consequence happened
during the evening. ROblard was tired
with his journey from Geneva, and after
the pair had discussed, cup OF coffee
and cigar In the smoking room he sug-
gested bed. Both men repaired to their
sleeping chambars, and ROblsrd began
by requesting that Trouillot would leave
the door of communication between the
two apartments open. Trouillot con-
sented, but he was rather dismayed when
he saw the communist prepare for his
nights rest by laying on his night table
a six-chambered revolver and a large
clasp-knife. He vowed TO himself that
he would sleep as gendarmes are said to
do-With one eye open; but this resolu~
ton was soon ObliteTated by droWsiness,
the effects of the good dinner he had
eaten. Ten minutes after getting beH
tween sheets Trouillot was sound asleep,
and snoring like trombone.
He aWoke in the middle of the night,
and recollected where he was but 8
peculiar odor was filling his nostrils. He
sat up and rubbed his eyes. The room
was pitch dark. He struck match and
the first thing he saw after lighting his
candle was handkerchief Qying on his
pillow which had evidently been stepped
in chlOrOform. The pUngent smell OF
that poison still fingered about it.
This discovery at once drew TrOuillot
out of bed; and he strobe trOuseriess
into the next room, holding his candle
at arms length. At first he could see
nothing unusual but suddenly his eyes
met sight which made him stand stock
still in the middle of the department
Deep in the alcove, and half hidden by
its curtains, hung the Iifeless body OF
Roblerd, who was suspended by the neck
to the curtain IOd by means of the bell
rope. He was quite dead and the sur
prising part of the matter was that the
passage stood sjar.
A few hours later, when a summary
inquest had been held in the Procureur
de La RepubliquL. that functionary said /:
" 1t is obviously the suicide of a cunning
madman."
" I suppose so," concurred Monsieur
A., who had been called in. . Yet
those conspiratOrs are queer fellows ;
they can not even die plainly like other
men,"
The same evening, Vuilleux, the Jour
naligt, reading the Parsisn kilograms in
a Geneva newspaper, remarked to q
circle of afrighted communists. "Didn't
l tell you Richards days were num-
beTed He was bound to end in that
fashien."