The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1882-08-24


"WhOm do you suspeetY
mo one in particular nOw-all to-
gether. Within three days VIII know,
or give up the task there"
Robert met the valet of monsieur, the
Count, a day later. The valet had dis
turbed look, an uneasy air, as II he was
fear stricken.
monsieur Robert" he said, "when |
finish the errand am on, Will meet
you at the Cafe de PArgent-yOu know
where it is--in half an hour. II nave
something to tell you"
LAS to the murder of Mile Jennie|
"As to her DEATH" said the valet. You
will give me no trOubleY
"SureIy not" was the reply of the de
tectiYe.
Promptly the valet was at the cafe.
''Well," said the detective. Now what
have you to say?"
They were seated in one of the little
Enclosures of the cafe wherein parties
could be comparatively private. The
valet spoke low and trembllngly. 1T
was madame's maid who killed Mile
Jennie. Listen. was afraid to speak
of this--I did not intend tO-fOr Lucille
and were to be married, but | was so
hOrrOr-stricken, and l did not wish to
betray her; but can't bear the load
have scarcely slept since that awful
night" ,,,
detective; "have measure of brandy.
There now, go on"
''H'Ile Jennies room was directly Op-
pOsite that in which Madame's maid
sleeps. Madame's loom is beside that
her sister had. The stairs are heavily
caTpeted, as you know. l was on the
stairs coming down from my own sleep
ing room in answer to call from Mon
sieur. | made no noise. 1t was about
five O'Clock, and the hall was very nearly
dark. l saw Lucille, the maid, come
from her room, cross the hall and enter
the apartment of Mile Jennie.
should have gone on down through the
hall to the lower stairs had not the
LOOSE STRINGS OF ONE OF MY SHOES
Caught under my foot. | stopped on the
stair to tie it. 1t took me five minutes
perhaps less time. As l was doing
this l saw Lucille rush from Mile
Jennie's door, across the hall, and into
her own room, closing the door after
her. heard, too, the sound as of per-
son falling on the floor. thought moth
ing of it then. | went on down stairs
to Monsieur. While he was giving me
orders, Lucille, the maid, came in smil-
ing and looking as happy as usual.
was in the lower hall when her mistress
called her to tell Mile Jennie to come
down to dinner. Il hate to go to Mile
Jennie's rOOm,' she said, for hate her.
But she went, and then we all heard her
scream. Since then she has not spoken
to me, and she looks like the shadow of
herself. Oh, NJ. Robert, it is awful!
The detective did not believe the maid
had committed the crime, but the Wallets
story gave him clew. CautiOning the
valet to keep silent, he resolved upon a
plan of action.
Next day he visited the hotel of the
Count. Madame the Countess was not to
be seen. She was ill. The physicians
carriage was at the door. Robert once
again examined the hall and the rooms
opposite each other. While looking about
the maids room suddenly stood before
him Madame the Countess, her face ash
en- white, her eyes staring wildly.
What do you here, MOnsieuT?' she
asked, her voice husky and tremulOus.
Monsieur the Count gave me permis
sion, Madame, to again examine the
scene of the late assassination"
"This is not the rOOm," she answered
quickly. "This is my maids"
As the detective afterward stated to
the Prefect, at this moment the COun-
tess staggered.
He caught her in his arms and laid her
on the bed, calling loudly for help. Mon
sleur the Count, the maid, and one or
two of the servants came. Madame, left
alone in her room for few moments,
despite her illness, had arisen from her
bed, and, coming up stairs, confronted
the detective.
''She was taken, just as she had finish
ed writing letter, with hysteTia and
spasms last night" said the Count. |
Since then she has been raving-wan-
dering in her mind. She must be taken |
to her own room.
''StOp," said the detective. "The crazed |
often reveal what. in their sanity they |
would conceal. Madame may know more !
Of this matter than we suspect"
One of the servants, who had left the |
room, returned with the physician. He |
stepped to the bedside, then whispered |
TO the Count:
''She is dying. She has had some great |
mental trouble; the intense strain has |
caused a rupture of one of the smaller
See, there is blood upon
her lip"
The wOman's eyes opened wide, and /
were fixed stOntly on her husband.
With last effort she raised her hand,
her finger pointing at the Count, and
hen, with shudder, gush of blood
upon her lips--died The physician, as
ne gently closed her eyes, saw beneath
5he bosom of the wrapper she wore the
5uge OF paper.
He drew it out. 1t was a letter ad-
iressed to the Count. 1t was opened by
lim, and he glanced at its contents.
''My GOdp he cried, and dropped the
etter.
When the detective read that letter he
Knew all. 1t was not the maid but Mad
lme who had committed the murder.
She had assassinated her own sister.
FOr three months she had suspected a
iaisOn between her and her husband.
She had watched them on the day she
vent out in her carriage; she did so to
watch her husband. One of the servants
vas her spy. They left their carriage
N. the corner Ofsthe Rue BeauvOis; from
hence the spy saw them walk together
20 an assignation hOuse-saW them later
come out and return to where they left |
their carriage. She loved her husband |
In the desperation of her
1esire for revenge she resolved to keep |
her secret, and to kilLher sister. When |
she returned to the house she waited |
until her sister went to her room. Then, |
with the cunning and deliberation of a |
hend, she ascended to the maids room,
put on one of the maids great lace caps |
and, with stilettO which Hhe had pur- |
chased on her way home that afternoon,
she crossed the hall, entered her sisters |
room, and without warning struck her
to the heart