Omaha daily bee., 1883-02-05
A Banker Murdered by His
Wife.
A Crime that Loag Defsd Ex'
PLANTATION.
The Attempt to Fasten Guilt Upon
the Innocent Fooled by a
Detective.

he slept. Juan Marquee, n OF the
shrewdest detectives of the day, was
Instr ucted to leave no stone unturned
until the murderer had been secured.
Arriving at the mansion of the muir.
dered merchant, the eff yer found that
the deed, to q great extent, was
shrouded in mystery. The murdered
man lay with q calm expression ON his
face, and 1t was evident that he had
passed quietly and quickly from the
sleep Of life into the long, unbroken
rest Of death. In his left breast,
directly over the org an of life, was
still sticking the instrument of de-
~struction which had sent his soul I'M
summoned to it's author. The deteo.
tive drew the tiny dagger from the
wound, and, wrapping 1t In some
paper, placed 1t in his pocket. Scarcely
an hour had passed when q carriage
drove up to the door, and the widow
Of q few hours, who had been on .
visit to some relations, entered the
room and threw herself, with q pierc,
Ing cry, upon the body OF her hus.
band. Sonora was dashing beautiful,
and might have felt the warmth of
twenty. three summers. Her height
was medium, her eyes clear, dark and
restless, and glossy ourls fell msjes.
ticallv over her rounded shoulders.
Her sgonising shrieks were painful
to hear, and fearing that her reason
might be impaired, her friends carried
her to her room, where she continued
to W. In q distressing manner. The
inquess furnished no clue to the mys.
terry, rave that when the widow was
asked If she knew Ct any one having
any hatred against her murdered hus.
band, she answered somewhat tremul-
ously hat she did not. The usual
verdict was given and Sonora was
carried to her room in an insensibie
condition. Don Pedro was buried,
and the matter gradually faded from
the mi Ids of the public, like others of
a similar nature. Some days after the
burial tho detective called upon Sonora
Can osa, who kindly received him and
ushered him into q richly furnished
parlor, where they ~oonversed for some
time on The murder.
"Ssnora," said the detective, "do
you suspect any one in particular of
the murder Of your husband7'
"I do not" she hesitatingly an.
swered, "but his base conduct to Sc.
norita Miguel btfore his marriage with
me was such al to force her to commit
anything for revenge. Before I be.
came his wife he ssd1ced the girl
under promise Of marriage and then
deserted her. OF late she has been
leading q life Of sin. She has been
heard to utter threats Of vengeance
against him, and he always feared she
would put them into execution7"
"Do you know anything about this
daggerT said the detective, drawing
the instrument from bis pocket.
The woman psled and shuddered
ct the sight Of the blood stained steel.
81 have heard of It," she answered.
st belongs to Ssnorita Miguel, as
the description given me Of one she
had In her possession answers to this
completely"
Thanking the widow for her infor-
nation, the detective took his depart
ure, not, however, until requested to
deal leniently with the girl, as she was
mere sinned against than SHINING.
The next day the detective rar the
bell OF the house In which Senorita
Miguel resided and was Immediately
ushered into her room. Senorita
entered in a few moments, and com.
ing at once to the nature of his errand,
the detective Immediately began to
discuss the tragedy. At the mention
of the facts the woman began to weep.
When she had dried her tears she told
her story, and in such q straIghtfor.
ward manner as to leave no trace Of
suspicion whatever In the mind of her
listener.
"He wronged me and made me an
outcast from home," she continued.
II did at one time determine to ALL
him, but I changed my mind and de.
cided to let God mete out to him what
he deserved"
"You said you brought from home
with you a dagger. Will you let me
see III"
She rose and went to q bureau, aud
STEER searching 1t for a time said, in 9
choking voice:
"It has disappeared. Oh, crue'
fatei"
SIS this it2" said the detective,
drawing forth the tiny dagger.
"Yes, oh, yes!" she cried, and as
she grasped it and saw the blood
stained marks on it che sank back
~speeohless.
~"Senorits," said the detective, "fea,
not, l believed your story; and, furth.
or, that the dagger was stolen from
your drawer that the deed might bt
fastened on you. l will exirlcate you
and bring the real murderers to Jus
tice"
For W. long months Juan Mar
qnez Swallowed the murdered man.
widow with an sstuteness that wal
highly commendable. One night h,
saw her leave her house, walk sem,
distance, enter a cab and drive 10 tn,
direction OF the quay. He followed
Upon alighting nhe WAS imme6istel,
joined by a man whom the detcotiy,
recognized as a noted gambler name,
Antonio Pablo, and the two walkec
arm'in.arm along the promenade TO
some time. Such words as "dagger,'
"no suspicion" were heard by The de
tective, and, though disconnected
they added links to the chain. Afte
a lengthy talk they affectionatel
kissed each other and parted In differ
emit directions. Following the man
tka Detective aaM him antar a hnnaa