The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1881-09-09


tended this dangerous criminal to Rouen
IN the railway, and drove to the house OF
DIR. de La Belle. Mr.. Lambert was sure
that mt the sight of his face the assassin
doctor would confess all.
DIR. 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 babe them
to be calm. "The house is guarded"
said he; she cannot escape"
Presently there entered calm, elder
ly gentleman, with spectacles, which he
removed as he looked at them.
~ beg your pardon for keeping You
waiting" said he, "but did you want
me / am DIR. dc 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 ut all !"
said the unhappy man.
81 think that L can prove that 1
am, said the suave old doctor, smiling.
Alas everything was against him.
The English clergyman had fallen into
the most terrible snare, laid by the most
accomplished villain.
They returned to Paris.
CT wish could meet him again with
his white dog, said Mr.. Lambert, throw
ing his hands in the air.
"White dog, did you say ?" asked the
sergeant de vile.
Some weeks passed, and the police
became convinced that Mr.. Lambert was
innocent, but they were waiting for the
real villain.
Mr.. Lambert wss taken, blindfolded
and in the night, to house, he knew
not in what street, where he, no yever,
was well lodged, and where he was al
lowed to read and to write, but was
strictly watched.
Shortly after his new incarceration a
valet arrived with his clothes, and asked
him respectfully to make his toilette. A
sergeant escorted him to closed car
riage, and drove toward the Champs
Elysees.
"Look at every one who passes,
says he.
Mr.. Lambert looked, but saw MOTH
ing.
The next day the sergeant, elegantly
dressed, came again ia an open carriage,
and by the side of the coachman sat u
white pointer dog.
Mr.. Lambert turned pale.
You have seen that dog before?"
said the sergeant.
cit 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.
"On the night that crime was commit
ted this dog was found in Rouep, with
out MASTER" said the sergeant de vile.
Later, the prisoner was requested to
make an evening toilette, and was es-
corted to grand ball in a magnificent
house in one of the best parts of Paris.
"You ore 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 gracious
ly, and who introduced him TO her
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
himself beside him, and drew
carelessly before them the curtains of
large window, which filed half the
room.
1t was not long before Mr.. Lambert
heard the well-known voice of the SER
geant of police (who in the most ire
proachable of black coats and white
ties looked like Condo or Mont
,otA fol fn rnrnfI
him, of hunting.
"It is long time since 1 have fol-
lowed the hounds" answered the gen.
tleman.
Mr.. Lambert darted from hrs seat.
Belle"
"Be SILENT" said Monsieur de F.,
abe SILENT" and he held him in his seat
by main force.
In a moment they were reioined by
the sergeant de vile.
CT have heard him 1t is his voice p
said Mr.. Lambert, trembling all over.
;'Perhaps we are still wrong" said
that imperturbable individual. "Stay
here without moving. L will draw the
curtain. Look at every one who enters
pected passes, press my arm without
word"
els it Monsieur de Bocage ?" asked the
host in low voice of the officer. "Prob-
ably" said the policeman "he was the
lover of the unfortunate Blanche Will
iers.
At this moment poor Lambert. peep
ing from behind the curtain, saw the
well-known smiling face and jaunty fig
ure of the doctor of Rouen pass with
young lady on his arm. He gripped the
arm of the officer.
ct is he." said he, choking. The
sergeant de vile drew the curtain
quickly. "The chain is complete,
said he; "we only wait for the dog.
Mr.. Lambert. your imprisonment will
be short. One visit more, and you are
free p
The next day close carriage, with
the white pointer tied under the seat,
called for Mr.. Lambert
81 shall conduct you to his door, but
you must enter Alone" said the friendly
sergeant. "You are not afraid?"