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

"Oh, she is forty-six. my dear sir, and he
mania is q very quiet one. She looks anC
acts hk q sheep, poor woman, and she viii
scarcely speak to 9 stranger. / do not know
that she will GO with you. The hour i
rather early-1 in the morning-but still
1 might ask her, and it will be a real favo
TO me-"
"Bring her along, Doctorl" said tn
clergyman, ashamed of his own reluctance
'bring her along-a sheep and iOrty-six;
will take care of your patient to Parish"
Talking in this way they reached tn
gates of the city. Before separating, tn,
Doctor gave his card to Mr.. Lambert.
"Au r%evoir," said he. sand perhaps adieu
my dear sir. Let me hear from you from
time to time; and L hope, if we never meet
again, that you will retain, as l shall do
an agreeable recollection Of our acquain
lance. L may not see you again, as my
friend may not be willing to so with you
adieu."
Mr.. Lambert glanced at the Doctor
card, feeling anew the embarrassment o.
the possible night journey with an insane
woman, and regretting his promise, in spit,
of his gratitude.
He read on the card:
"Dr. de La Belle, rue Antoine; No.
Eleven"
Mr.. Lambert walked through the rue
Antoine, and stopped at No. Eleven. II
was a large, handsome house, with the an.
nouncement in black letters on a brass plate
Docteur de La Belle.
On arriving at his Hotel he asked the
landlord il he knew DR.. de La Bell.
81 believe, sir" said the man civily, "that
he is the best physician in Rome
At l o'clock in the morning Mr.. Lambert
waited with some anxiety in the depot the
arrival of the train. The English clergy
man rubbed his hands with great satisfac-
tion-for he did not care for this particular
responsibility when some one touched him
lightly on the shoulder.
1t was the Doctorl
Seated on a bench was a lady in black,
with her veil drawn over her face.
al have taken a coupe" said the Doctor,
$50 you will not be incommOded by other
travellers. Hereis Mademoiselle's purse, ticket
and little travelling sachel; perhaps she will
need something. Have the kindness to show
her ticket to the conductor. l have tele-
graphed to Paris to her friends, who will
meet her at the station. She is as quiet as a
dove. Should you find her agitated, give
her a drop of this essence on sugar; here
is the bottle. Monsieur Lambert, Mad
emoisellel"
He then helped along the invalid lady
and put her in the corner of the coupe. He
then, after arranging her WITH great kind
ness, stepped out, held Mr.. Lambert by the
hands, and talked with French etfusiOn, as
the officials hurried passengers out and in.
81 trust you will have no trouble, adieu,'
said he, giving a final word of kindness to
his fair patient, and arranging her foot
stool.
"Oh, mol 1 dare say not" said Mr.. Lam
bert, bowling to the lady, and taking his
seat by her side. "But what n powerful
odor there is in This coupe-wili it not dis
turb the ladyP"
''Oh, no! 1 think not" said DIR. de La
Belle. Il broke a bottle of cologne as j
was helping her in. 1t will all disappear in
a few minutes"
The train departed; and Mr.. Lambert,
who felt exceedingly wide awake, and who
found DR.. de La Bellies cologne very strong,
tried to draw his fair friend in u conversation
She was separated from him by a high
basket of flowers, the Doctors last attention.
The poor insane woman would not answer
a word. and from her immovable calm the
clergyman concluded that she was asleep.
When they arrived in Paris, he deter.
mined that she should speak.
"Mademoiselle," said he, in a loud voice,
edo awake and listen to me; l must leave
you for a moment to go ind your friends
He sought a long time, but could not find
anybody who wanted a lady from Rouen.
He came back to the carriage very dis.
~contentedly, when, to his intense astonish-
ment, he found a crowd around the CON-
partment where the lady still sat. He went
forward to see what was the cause of the
excitement.
"Are you the man who travelled from
Rouen in this copper said IA policeman.
"Yes."
ado you know that this lady is deadr You
have poisoned her with prussic acid. She
has been dead four hours" And the popu-
lace groaned.
The clergyman was speechless with hor-
ror. He tried to 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 q bottle containing prussic acid.
1t was the little bottle which DIR. de LIS
Belle had forced upon him in the train.
Mr.. Lambert, stunned, half dead. allowed
himself to be carried to prison without re.
sistence-he was past that. A day later he
said:
"Take me to Rouen; L will unmask the
villain; he can never face me-"
TwC sergeants de vile, with other en-
ployes of the police in plain clothes, attended
this dangerous criminal to Rouen in the
railway, and drove to the house Of DR.. d.
La Belle. Mr.. Lambert was sure that Al
the sight Of his face the assassin Doctor
would confess all.
DR.. de La Belle was engaged at that mo-
ment and kept him some time waiting
When at last the police began to betroubleC
the head sergeant babe them be calm. eth
house is guarded" said he; "he can not es
cape"
Presently there entered a calm, elderly
gentleman, with spectacles, which he re
moved as he looked at them.
al beg pardon for keeping you waiting,
said he, "but did you want met 1 am DIR
de La Belle"
An abyss opened before him, of which ht
could not see the bottom. This was not al
all the man whom he had met on Mont st
Catharine.
"You are not DR.. de La Belle at ALL" said
the unhappy
81 think 1 can prove that l am" said the
suave old Doctor, smiling.
Alasl everything was against him. The
English clergyman had fallen into the mos
terrible snare laid by the most accomplished
villain.
They returned to Paris.
AZ wish l could see him again with hi
white dog" said Mr.. Lambert, throwing hi