The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1881-06-01

dressed, came again in an open carriage, and
by the eide of the coachman sat n white
pointer dog.
Mr.. Lambert turned pale.
~ y ave seen that dog before1" said
the sergeant.
at is his dog said Mr.. Lambert.
keep calm and look about you" said
the policeman.
But they looked in vain. They saw no
master for the dog.
this dog was found in Rouen without a mas
ter" said the sergeant.
Later the prisoner was requested to make
an evening toilets and was escorted to q grand
ball in q magnificent house in one Of the
best parts of Paris.
"You are serving the ends of justice
said the sergeant to him. "Be patient and
observe the guests"
He was presented to the lady of the house,
who received him very graciously, and who
introduced him to her younger daughter.
He talked with her and looked at the guests,
but saw nothing.
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 before
them the curtains of a large window which
filled half the room.
II was not long before Dir. Lambert heard
the well-known voice of the Sergeant of
Police (whO, in the most irreproacbable Of
black coats and white ties, looked like a
Condo OF Montmorenci) talking to a gen.
tleman near him, of hunting.
at is a long time since l have olloved
the hounds" answered the gentleman.
Mr.. Lambert darted from his seat. alt
is hei" said he. at is DIR. de La Belle"
"Be SILENT" said Monsieur de F.; "be ST.
lent" and he held him in his seat by main
force.
In a moment they were joined by the
sergeant ne vile.
II have heard himl It is his voice." said
Mr.. Lambert, trembling all over.
perhaps we are all wrong" said II
imperturbabie individual. ''Stay here wi,h-
out moving. 1 will draw the curtain. Look
at every one who enters with a lady on his
arm; when the suspected passes, press my
arm without a word"
ais it Monsieur de Bocage7" asked the
host in a low voice of the officer. "Probab-
ly," said the policeman; ''he was a lover of
the inf rtunate Blanche Villiers."
Atthis moment poor Lambert, peeping
from behind the curtain, saw the we'll
hiONn culilluk int uhQ JduuAl nkuiC VI
the Doctor of Rouen pass with a tine young
lady on his arm. He gripped the arm OF
the officer.
at Is he" said he, choking. The ser
geant de Vile drew the curtain quickly.
The chain is complete" said he; 1--WE only
wait for the dog. Mr.. Lambert, your i'm
prisonment will be short. One more visit
and you are free.'
The next day a close carriage with the
white pointer under the seat, called for Mr..
Lambert.
al shall conduct you to his door, but you
must enter alone, said the friendly sergeant.
"You are not sfraid2'
Afraid said the Englishman, / only
desire to kill him."
mo, no personal violence, please. You
would spoil a very pretty job" said the
officer. ''Coachman, drive to the house of
Monsieur de Bocsge, avenue Josephine"
When Mr.. Lambert. pale as death, rang
the bell of the inner door, NJ. de Bocage, a
Partisan swell. just putting on his clothes,
opened it himself.
He started back, Mortified, but soon COM
posed himself.
you wish to see me, sir2" asked he.
"Yes, you wretched murderer said the
Honorable and Reverend Lambert, 81 do
wish to see YOU"
NJ. de Bocage retreated several steps.
you are mad" said he.
81 nave come to unmask you. v~illainl"
"You are deceived, my brave gentleman"
said VI. De Bocage, and reaching behind
him he caught up q pistol and discharged it
full in the face of the Englishman.
AT this noise and the fall of the clergy
man, who was stunned and blinded for a
moment, the two sergeants and several po-
licemen entered the room, accompanied by
a white pointer, who leaped up and caressed
Monsieur de Bocage.
"Down, Thanor. down." said the muir
derer. forgetting himself.
THE chaini is complete said the sergeant,
joyfully.
Monsieur de Bocage, alias DIR. de La
Belle, you stand charged with the murder
of Mademoiselle Blanche Villiers, in a coup
of the railway, which left Rouen at / o'clock
at night on the 18th instant, a crime which
you sought to sfix tor this gentleman.
Throw a pitcher of water In his face; the
pistol ball was drawn this morning while
Monsieur de Bocage took his chocolate; he
is not hurt.y'
So saying, the sergeant revived the En-
glishman and tookMonsieur deBocage from
his luxurious chamber toward twenty years
of the galleys.
The wretch looked back.
at was you. Thsuor, after all" said he,
caressing the white pointer.
"Yes,' said the sergeant, e~ncouragingly.
"Had you but remembered to give the poor
thing a pill of s~trychniner'
The Honorable and Reverend Mr.. LAM
bert returned home much better. He had
certainly taken the advice of his unknown
medical adviser, and had varied his lite con-
siderably. He never travelled in a coupe
at night again with yelled ladies, nor did he
ever quite get over the horror of having
ridden from Rouen to Paris with a corpse.
He had the curiosity to take the prescrip-
ton to an apothecary in London, who an
alyzed it.
"a powerful stimulant, sir" said he.
ave should not recommend you to use it
very frequently. Still, in extreme cases of
depression it might be we'll"
Mr.. Lambert never lost his admiration Of
the French police. They were, he thought,
a very accomplished set of actors.
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