The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1889-05-04
brow and eyos 70 olsar bis vision, then

u was saying, Monsieur 10 Chef, thai
in the case which occupies US now, tht
reconstitution OF the assassin's portrait
should be entirely possible, The victim
was struck in the face, the direction q
the blow, the form OF the wound indi
Gates 1t plainly. More than this, 1t mus
have been light enough TO see the mur
derer, and with sufficient Clearness Il
have stamped his likeness upon the re-
final screen; for the papers assert thai
even In death her eyes were fixed in {
wide and frightened stare, Thus, mon
sieur, We find ourselves in the presence
OF half certainty; 1t Is probable, II mol
sure, the eye Of the corpse lying now
upon the slab Of the morgue contains the
exact reproduction Of the features Of the
one you seek, With your permission,
will draw 1t from them"
"Draw it-but howP
photographic Is my business, NJ
le Chez, And this matter, this subject
speak Of, ! have studied It long and al
most with passion, for hold II to be, in
case OF success, one OF the most useful
and beautiful applications OF modern
science, Iknowit can be done, Ihave
myself experimental, and in one In
stance have reproduced the lineaments
OF the physician who had leaned above
the bed Of the dying"
The man spoke with animation, and
while speaking his voice yibrated, his
eyes burned, his whole counteuanCe
was Illuminated, irradiRted with the
light oil a Legitimate pride, NJ, Theo-
dore regarded him, visibly moved him
self by this ardent conviction,
"And you conClude?" he questioned,
after a moments thought,
~ colclude-but authorize me to at
tempt the experiment on the woman as.
sasinated yesterday and will tell you
what l conclude. II l succeed it will be
for us, my wife and me, a little glory, and
also little money-a ray oil hope In our
misery; ii / fail-wsll, no matter-we
are used TO misfortune. A deception
more or less could be counted. In any
event, monsieur le Chef, you lose moth
ing In the adventure, but the chance OF
an uuhoped for success"
"Then, so belt, monsieur" agreed the
Chef de Surete. "Take your instru-
ments 10 the morgue tomorrow morn.
ing at 10 o'clock. will see that the
clerk Is instructed. Later on l shall
myself be there. l have the honor,
monsieur, TO wish you good morning."
In tho obscure nook at the morgue,
where he had inclosed himself in accord
anCe with the arrangement made ut the
office OF the Surete, Frederick Bouscal,
his body bent, his face drawn, watched
anxiously the result Of his last washing.
The plate was there before him In It's
bath OF quicksilver, into which he had
dropped 1t a while ago with such fear
and infinite precautions.
Sensitivized? VitalizedP At least It
should be, and II the conditions OF the
crime were such Us he supposed them,
aud the victim before dying had really
seen her murderer's face, the portrait OF
the assassin would be there, under that
bed Of gelatine en- traine TO melt away.
His throat closed as by a grip OF iron,
the operator held himself immovable,
hearing only with painful d!stinctnCss
the gurgle OF the water as 1t drippod
upon the faces OF the Gead in the adj
Joining chamber, the plunge Of his blood
rs it throbbed and hammered through
The arteries OF the heart.
And at last tho moment came-the |
that was to reveal to him all or
He rose, that poor, trembling |
photographer rose, took it carefully by |
The dripping edges, that plate upon
which his fate was hanging; half closed |
his eyes, held 1t to the single ray OF
light that filtered through the yellow
pane--to stagger back with groan Of
lnguish 10 let 1t crash into thousand
pieces
"His son Great God! The face OF
he murderer, the face OF his son!"
Five minutes later, when Frederick
photographer, came from his
look and the chef de Surete, awaiting
lin with Impotence, hurried to meet
lin, he saw Immediately by the pallor
II his face, by his somber eyes, that he
md nothing good to announce to him.
"Well?" said he, nothing"
mo-" responded Bouscal, "nothing."
Gallons! no matter; try II second
line, 10 " over uBaln.
"ImpoSible the transparency OF the
,ornea is destroyed. l desired to wash
t, and | burned 1t through mistake In
he walls. Isalute you NJ. 10 Chefl" aud
Frederick BOusCal turned away.
The next morning the Commissionaire
II the quarter OF Ternes, forwarding to
he prefecture his regular report, headed
with the following item:
To-day, at 10 o'clock, a summons TO
90 Rue Lavgiere. A call from the con.
'ierge, suspicious OF charcoal fumes from
he room Of the BousCals, man and wife,
lis locataires. The door, by my order,
vas forced. Too late-they were dead,
10Th OF them, side by side upon the
Jed, a brazier Of lighted charcoal plain.
y indicating the manner Of their death.
4 double suicide-poverty tho cause.
"From - Commissaire, Quarter Of
rernes, third month, 10th day, 1885,"
Bah | these inyentorsl" murmured N.
as his secretary concluded the
reading. "But how the devil" he added,
Is the memory Of that pale, sad face rose
up before chow the devil could think
81 suicide for cause as trihing as this?"
A cause as tritling as this?
All, my worthy Chef do Surete, II is
not everything that Is known In that pro.
lecture OF thine
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