Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-04-13

detective argued-would have carried mis-
wife to his own home straight away. What
if she was delicate! There are invalid car
riages to be had, and q man who had been
separated from his wife by the chapter of
accidents, as Madam Jaquet believed, would
have had an invalid carriage round in an
hour. 1t was only trustiul, loving woman
who could be fooled by plausible tongue
as DR.. Jaquet had fooled mis- wife. What
could be the motive? he asked himself, for
this extraordinary procedure.
Doggett's common sense brushed aside
the fond delusion to which the unfortunate
woman had clung for the last 16 years Of
her life. Where Madam Jaquet had seen
hurried flight for dear life, Doggett saw
premeditated plan Of escape, in which
Madam Jaquet was not intended to share,
although passports had been taken out in
their joint names. DR.. Jaquet had fed
with some woman, intending to keep the
place of his retreat secret. Who was this
woman? Where was she now? If she were
alive, or If DR.. Jaquet had contracted sec
ond alliance, Doggett could see that those
daily visits to Cornwall road, and the long
confabs by the couch of the invalid, indi-
Gated something like an orderly plan, de-
vised to keep his wife in ignorance OF the
real truth, lest she should burst the bubble
of his respectability, and expose him to the
world. A divorce suit, or a suit for resto-
ration OF conjugal rights, would be an awk-
ward matter for the great West End physi-
clan, who, it might be supposed, had pre-
sented some other lady to society as his
wife.
But Doggett was still far from fathoming,
to his own satisfaction, DR.. Jaquet's motives
for the deception be practised on his wife.
In the nature of things a systematic course
of deceit must come to an end some time or
other. What purpose could DR.. Jaquet
have had in view, unless he believed that
his wife's death was inevitable, sooner or
later, from the disease that she was laboring
under? But that explanation could not be
entertained in the face of DR.. Crosby's clear
testimony. In the end, Doggett found him.
self shut up to the conclusion that DR..
Jaouet had decided, possibly from the first,
to sweep from his path the only being who
knew the secret of his life, and that his
daily visits were a mere mask to cover his
dark design.
The sudden cessation of these visits from
the day of his wife's death grew black with
significance. Why had he not kept up the
farce little longer? There was but one
answer-Dr. Jaquet had not dared to put in
a further appearance at Cornwall road, be-
cause he knew that his wife was dead, and
that his appearance might lead to awkward
questions; and he could not have known of
her death unless she had died in his
presence, or, less likely, unless he had left
her in dying state. The strict injunctions
that he left behind him that madam was
sleeping, and must not be disturbed, agreed
with the theory that was slowly growing up
in Doggett's mind. His caution to the maid
servant that madam as-not to be disturbed
was in all probability mere blind to cover
his retreat, and give the date when it came
to be discovered natural appearance.
Having arrived thus far Doggett went to
bed. The grey light of dawn was struggling
against the darkness in the East, as he drew
up his blind to look out That reverend
ing roar of street traffic, which keeps Lon
don for ever an unquiet city. like the turbu-
lent sea that will not rest, was beginning to
acquire volume. There was time to snatch
few hours sleep before he began to run his
man to earth.
The detective rose and had breakfasted
soon after 9, bY which time his ideas were
settled and his plans had assumed definite
shape.
Before the hour of noon had struck a
friendly chat with policeman going his
rounds in Harley street had obtained for
him all the information he could expect TO
learn from that quarter.
married." said the policeman in answer
to his inquiries, 81 should think so. Very
much married. You should see his wife.
Ny eye, amt she spanker? Oh, dear no,
not at ALL
"Children, do you ask? Heaps on 'em;
place reg'ler swarms WI 'em."
"They tell me he is giving up his house."
said Doggett musingly; "going back to his
own country"
''Don't you believe that" replied the
officer, "he's doing too well in this country
to think OF any other"
Doggett, who was satisfied with the result
of his inquiries thus far, signaled a passing
hanson, and then began atour of estate-agent
offices. TITS not much good I'm afraid"
he said to himself refectively, "but it is
better to be on the safe side, and have clear
proof that he stuffed that poor woman with
all manner of lies" 1t was not the first
time in his experience that he had been
driven TO the same expedient, and he had
come provided with all the leading firms
acting as agents, with properties to let and
to sell, and thoug h he grew weary with the
monotonous answers he received to his cues
tion. Whether DR.. Jaquet's house was in the
market as reported, +" he persevered until he
had exhausted the list. When he had COM
pleted this task, and run this particular
falsehood to earth, he decided to set about
tracing DR.. Jaquet's movements since his
arrival In England.
This task proved to be easier than might
have been expected. A copy of "The Nota-
bilities of To-day" that trumpet OF cotem-
porary fame, supplied all the information
sought after, with fulness of detail that left
nothing to be desired.
Turning to the letter 81, - Mr.. Doggett
soon discovered the name of the West End
observation-disclosures, FELIX.
Under this head he found biography in
brief of DIR. Jaquet, which, after describing
his ''blushing honors" and brilliant services
to suffering humanity, informed the world
that, thaving had the good fortune to escape
the horrors of the coup d. etat, he settled in
London, having married Lucie st. Hillaire,
daughter of Adolphe St. Hillaire, of the
Opera Comique, at the Church of st. Faith,
Cherwell-by-the-Sea, on the 9Th of May,
1852"
"Hol ho! so our friend is bigamist, !"
murmured Doggett softly to himself; "and
why not a murderer, too?'' The detective
rapidly penciled down full particulars,
mentally chuckling that DR.. Jaquet's am
bition to shine among the upper ten thou
sand had left clear and indisputable trail
behind him, such as would forbid any diff
Guilty arising if the question of identity
arose hereafter.
This done, he turned his steps in the direc-
ton of the old Kent road, we'll satisfied
with his days work.
VII
1t was the third day after the detective
had left Philippe Jaquet, and still he had
was succeeding in his quest.
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