, 1883-03-08


discontentedly, when, to his intense
astOnishment, he found crowd around
the compartment where the lady still
sat. He went forward 20 see what was
the cause Of the excitement.
"Are you the mM who travelled from
Rouen i'll this coupe?" SAID Il policeman.
"Yes."
"Do you know that this lady is dcad /?
You have poisoned her with pruSsic
acid She has lccu d,rd tour hours |"
and the popuIace gruaHed.
The clergyman was spoechless with
horror. He tried to clear himseli with
all the earneStncss Of an innocent man !;
but his story was found most improba-
bic one. The police found ON him the
purse of the poor woman, and bottle
containing prusSic acid
1t WAS the iitJ.e bottle which DIR. de
La Belle had forced upon him in the
train.
Mr.. Lambert, stunned, half dead, al
lowed h nlself to be carried to prison
without resiNtance-he was past that. A
day later he SAID:
"Take me to Rouen; I will unmask
the villain; he can never face me p
Two sergeants de vile, with other en-
ployes of the police in plain clothes, at
tended this dangerous criminal to Rouen
III the railway, and drove to the house of
DIR. de Lii Belle. Mr. Lambert was sure
that ut 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 ut last the police began to
be troubled, the head sergeant badc them
to be calm. "The house is guarded" +"
said he; she cannot escape"
Presently there entered Il calm, elder.
ly gentleman, with spectacles, which he
removed as he looked at them.
/" L beg your pardon for keeping you
waiting said he, "but did you want
me? am DIR. 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 ut all the man whom lie
had met on Mont st. Catherine.
You are not DR.. lie La Belle at all !"
said the unhappy man.
~ think that | can prove that ]
am, said the suuvo 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.
Il wish could meet him agan with
his white dog, said Mr.. Lambert, throw
ing his hands in tho air.
- White 1Oc, iii yn,, o,,, CD o,l, 4 tl,
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 IVES taken, blindfolded
and in the night, to house, he knew
not in what street, where he, no vever,
was well lodged, and where he was al.
lowed to read and to write, but was
strictly watched.
Shortly after his new incarceration q
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 i'll I'm open carriage,
and by the side OF the coachman sat
white pointer dog.
Mr. Ln.ubert turned pale.
You have seen that dog before?"
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.
"On the night that crime was commit
ted this dog was found III Kouen, with
out master" Sail the sergeant de vile.
Later, the prison'r w,ls requested TO
make an evening toilette, and was es-
corted to grnul ball III magnificent
house i'll onc III tlir 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 Indy Of the
house, who received him very gracious
ly, and Who introduced him to her
daughter. He talked with her and
looked at tue guests, but saw nothing.
Another week passed. He went TO
another bull in the same company. His
young host, Monsieur de f., seated
himself beside him, and drew
carelessly before them tie curtains of
large window, which filled 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 blnck coats and white
ties looked like n Conde or Mont.
morencD talking to u gentleman near
him, of hunting.
at is long time since 1 have fol.
lowed the hounds" answered the gen.
tleman.
Mr.. Lambert darted from his seat,
at is he !" said he. ut is DIR. de In