Ashtabula weekly telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1880-1886, 1880-08-20

Inc clergyman was Hpeechless With
horror. Hs tried 10 clear himself with
all the earnestness Of an innocent man,
but his story was q most improbable
one. The police found on him the purse
of the poor woman, and a bottle con-
tanning prussio aeidl
II was the little bottle which DR.. de
La Belle had forced upon him in the
train.
Mr.. Lambert, stunned, hah dead, ale
lowed himself 10 be carried 10 prison
without resistanee-he was past that
A day later he said:
" Take me 10 Rouen; 1 will unmask
the villain; he can never face mei''
Two Sergeants de Vile, with other
employees Of the police in plain clothes,
attended this dangerous criminal TO
Rouen in the railway, and drove to the
house of DR.. de La Belle. Mr.. Lambert
was sure that at the sight OF his face the
assassin Doctor would confess ALL
DR.. de La Belle was engaged at the
moment, and kept them some time wait
ing. When at last the police began to
be troubled, the head Sergeant bade
them be calm. "The house is guard
ed" said he, che can not escape"
Presently there entered a calm, elderly
gentleman, with spectacles, which he
removed as he looked at them.
81 beg pardon for keeping you wait
ing," said he, but did you want me ?
l am DR.. de La Belle"
Mr.. Lambert trembled from head TO
foot. An abyss opened before him, of
which he could not see the bottom.
This was not at all the man whom he
had met on Mont St. Catherine.
"You are not DIR. de La Belle at all -
said the unhappy man.
=" think that can prove that am, ~
said the suave old Doctor, smiling.
Alas everything was against him.
The English clergyman had fallen into
the most terrible snare, laid by a most
accomplished villain.
They returned to Paris.
al wish 1 could meet him again with
his white dog" said Mr.. Lambert,
throwing his hands in air.
"White dog, did you sayP" asked
the Sergeant de Vile.
Some weeks passed, and the police
became convinced that Mr.. Lambert
was innocent, but they were yet waiting
for the real villain.
Mr.. Lambert was taken blindfolded,
and in the night, to a house, he knew
not in what street, where he, however,
was well lodged, and where he was al
lowed to read and write, but was strictly
watched.
Shortly after his new incarceration,
a valet arrived with his clothes, and
aelrad hin, ,.aunaotf,,1lyy tn ,,,alra he 20;
let. A Sergeant escorted him to a
close carriage, and drove toward the
Champs Elysees.
"Look at every body who passes, "
said he.
Mr.. Lambert looked at everybody,
but saw nothing.
The next day the Sergeant, elegantly
dressed, came again, in an open car
riage, and, by the side of the coachman,
sat a white pointer dog.
Mr. Lambert turned pale.
" You have seen that dog beforeP''
said the Sergeant.
"H Is his dog" said Mr.. Lambert.
Keep calm, and look about you, "
said the poll ceman.
But they looked in vain. They saw
no master for the dog.
"On the night that crime was com
mitted this dog was found in Rouen,
without a MASTER" said the Sergeant
de Vile.
Later, the prisoner was requested to
make an evening toilet, and was es-
corted to a grand ball in a magnif-
cent house in one of the best parts OF
Paris.
"You are serving the ends of JUS
tice," said the Sergeant to him. "Be
patient and observe the guests"
He was presented to the lady of the
house, who received him very gracious
ly, and who introduced him to her
young daughter. He talked with her
and looked at the guests, but saw moth
ing.
Another week passed. He went to
another ball, in the same company; his
young host, Monsieur de F., seated him
self beside him, and drew carelessly be-
fore them the curtains of a large win
dow, which filed half the room.
1t was not not long before Mr.. Lam
bert heard the well known voice of the
Sergeant of Police (who, in the most IT.
reproachable of black coats and white
ties, looked like Conde or a Mont
morencD talking to a gentleman near
him, of hunting.
:" 1t is long time since 1 have fol-
lowed the hounds" answered the gen.
tleman.
Mr.. Lambert darted from his seat.
" 1t is he!" said he. /" 1t is DIR. de La
Belle"
"Be SILENT" said Monsieur de F.,
" be SILENT" and he held him in his seat
by main force.
In a moment they were rejoined by
the Sergeant de Vile.
Z" / have heard himl it is his voice, -
said Mr.. Lambert, trembling all over.
Perhaps we are still wrong" said
that imperturbable individual: Stay
here without moving. / will draw the
curtain; look at every one who enters
with lady on his arm; when the sus-
pected passes, press my armUWithout a
wOrd.m
els it Monsieur de BocageP" asked
the host, in low voice of the officer.
d" Probably" said the policeman; "he
was the lover of the unfortunate Blanche
Villiers."
AT this moment poor Lambert, peep
ing from behind the curtain, saw the
well-known smiling face and jaunty
figure of the Doctor of Rouen pass,
with young lady on his arm. He
gripped the arm of the officer.
"H is he, - said he, choking. The Ser
geant de Vile drew the curtain quick
ly. "The chain is complete" said he /;
g NO onlv wait for tho door Mr. Lon,
bert, your imprisonment will be short.