Louisiana capitolian. (Baton Rouge, La.) 1879-1881, 1879-11-08
Sqlett W(is(ellann.
A BERLIN MYSTERY

A BERLIN M YSlER Y
NJ. Pascal Duvrier, little old man
high shouldered, thin, and with sunk
en- cheeks and eyes, seen upon the
street looked like anything but n de-
tective. He was not a detective pro
fessionally, but he had a strange
monomania for the solution of the
mysteries of crime and hunting
down the criminals. The profession
ais detested him, but the heads OF the
Police Department of Paris cherished
him. He had an income of his own
would never accept reward, and was
equally Indifferent to praise as to cen
sure for his work.
Occasionally he made excursions
to London, to Vienna and to Rome
apparently for pleasure, really il
pursuit of his self-imposed avocation
He happened to be in Berlin OH
thai 18th of August, 1870. On the
night after his arrival in the city q
terrible crime was perpetrated in the
Linden strasse. in the lodgings of Il
man of leisure known as Johan
Schiebel.
Schiebel had ample means, lived only
for his own enjoyment, had many
friends, several female intimates-ont
of whom, young, handsome and dash.
ing, being his especial tavOrite. Thi:
one, Lena Nahl by name, was night
ly frcquenter of his rooms, and tn.
lovers seemed very happy i'll thei1
liaisOn.
On the night previous to the muir.
der, Lena, coming to his apartments
entering suddenly, saw Schiebe
caressing one of her rivals somewhat
too fondly. In her sudden outbnrs'
of rage and jealousy she sprang upon
the woman, and struggle, desperate
and fierce occurred.
The women tore their dresses into
strips and despite Schiebels cndeav-
ors to separate them, each, with hel
hands firmly fixed in the others hair
aud both matchmaking each othel
like fshwomen, struggled out into
the hallway, when, by a chance
Lena got the better of her antagonist
and by last vigorous effort threw
her down stairs.
The other tenants of the building
alarmed, ran out, and with thei'
cries increased the uproar and ex-
element.
There cried Schiebel to Lena, as
he pulled her back by the arm from
the staircase, you have killed the
girln
NO. she retorted, her eyes blazing
with fury as she sprang away from
his grasp. SHE is not killed, bnt
will kill you, YOU ingrate-kill yor
kill your and with this threat she
ran down the stairs, and giving he'
rival, who was just rising from he'
fall, a vicious kick in the side, disap.
peared into the street.
Schiebel laughed at her threat, but
the witnesses standing rounding
shook their heads.
"A Jealous woman will do any
thing wicked they said.
Except kill those who give her thu
most money! was Schiebels reply.
The crowd dispersed, and in Il few
hours the affair was partly if not
wholly forgotten as an ordinary
squabble.
The next night, at seven o'clock
Lena was seen by the storekeeper be,
low, and by two or three of the ten
ants, to enter the passage and 60 III
to Schiebel's apartments. After she
had been there al hour or two they
were heard in loud dispute. Hel
voice being loud and shnll at times
in her anger; her utterances could be
plainly heard in the passage without
There is always Il listener to every
we'll appointed key-hole-' always Al
unseen witness to II quarrel between
Il man and woman
Il want the money, and will hav'
it y she was heard to exclaim, 'an,
| will have it. You shall let me have
! it,
This was shortly followed by TIT
significant expression:
1T is my knife. Give it to me
say
Then again in furious tones, bl
not so loudly:
Il swear will kill you some o
these days if you treat me III thi
manner. Give me the money yo,
promised. I'll have it, you miserIy
false hearted wrctchn
At last Schitbel was heard to o.,
der her OUTPUT not aDgrily. Sh
refused. Then the sound of a strug
gle.
Schiebel uttered a low cry, whic1
sounded like Il sr0an, and all WA
still. Not a sound save the heav,
breathing us of an excited but tire
woman.
Shetel, the witness, who was lis
tening at the door, could see nothin
through the key-hole. He wen
AWAY, us he afterward stated, i'm
pressed with the belief that the quar-