San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1889-05-27
FOUND IN AN EYE.

H. Theodore, chef de surete, sat in his
cabinet deeply perplexed His two elbows
on his desk his head on his hands, he was
musing
And was it going to last, this, which had
been going on for so long a while' And
these assassins, were they going to end by
beating him. We're they going to compel
him, by adverse public opinion, to send in
his resignation:
"Parbleu it looked so, and as if they did it
on purpose, passing the word from one to
another to force him 10 get out of their way.
Eight assasSinatiDns, one after another
Crimes of the worst caii5ar, with startling
details, which peOpled alike with horrifying
Visions the sleep of the bureaucrat and the
concierge And not an assassin, for all their
skillful work, had they been able to lay their
hands upon! They had fed, every man of
hem, they hal disappeared, vanished-piff
ike puff of air Celebrity, dispatch, their
motto, and to so without leaving an address
behind them! Frankly, it had begun to pass
the bounds of all reason.
And now, to top OF these eight other
crimes, there was still another one, a ninth
one, murder, like the others. accomplished
the evening before, under similar conditions
femme-galante with her throat cut, five
thousand francs worth of jewels gone and
not trace of tine assassins!"
Despite his robust philosophy, that had
long been the admiration and emulation of
his century, II. Theodore felt himself drift
ing into melancholy and reflection, not I'M
mixed with anger
Mine murders, one after the other; nine
crimes without an author; nonsense! impos-
Sible" The chef de surete pulled himself to-
gGther, threw back his head like a war horse
shifting BATTLE and-the door opened
1t was his secretary who presented himself,
bearing card in his fingers.
"A gentleman, monsieur, who insists upon
seeing you He declares'-and the secretary
smiled little at the absurdity of the claim
he declares himself in a position, to furnish
you with definite particulars regarding the
crime of yesterday"
"Ah, the crime of yesterday" The chief
turned quickly; then bid him enter" said
he, and while the secretary regained the
ante-room to do his bidding, NJ Theodore
cast his eye upon the card before him.
Frederick Bouscall" he read in a half
voice. "BouScal, Bouscal; it seems to me
that | know that name-that I've heard it
somewhere"
He scrawled a line upon scrap of paper,
handed it to his secretary, who returned at
the moment ushering in the visitor who had
asked to see him, dismissed him with word
and was ready for the matter in hand
NJ. Theodore raised his eyes. Before him
was a man simply but neatly clothed, and
With frank and honest countenance, though
veileJ, a. by cloud, with sadness The eyes
were clear and open, the mustache and goatee
gray and pointed; in short, there was some
thing in his manner something in his whole
appearance, of militaire in retreat"
lou have particulars to give me, have
you rot, MONSIEUR questioned the chef de
surutc, particulars, believe, of the crime
OF ycsterdas,1}a
Il hope so, monsieur" simply responded
the visitor
All, hopeso! You are not then sureg" VI
ut rests with you, NJ. lie Chef, whether
am sure or not All depends, in fact, upon
an operation the means of which you alone
arc able to furnish me.
Explain, if you please"
Certainly, and at once, though doubtless
YOU have heard it spoken of, NJ. le Chef. q