St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-12-22

II Sndn'C give IL 10 any Oh JHe pig
headed police-that Is certain" was the
reply. 81 know fellow who is shrewd-
ness itself, and he wants chance to
distinguish himself"
"Who Is he?''
THE FATAL NOTE.
"Never mind. my dear" said mon
| sieur. taking back the fatal note. /
don't say that Claude had anything to
do with the poor girls death, but
| jealousy is at the bottom of the whole
affair. for not thing in the house has
been touched. We will find Claude
first, and then get at the truth by subtle
reasoning. But, by the way, had news
for you when came home, and guess
1t can be- told now"
"You have kept 1t long time"
laughed Nine. Violin. "Let me have it
now, please"
well. the hero of the great De
MOrney duel has reached Brussels"
| Nj. Volin's wife looked at him an
instant with an expression of surprise
and then smiled.
YOU'RE week behind the times"
said she. 1.-The Due came seven days
ago, so they saw"
1.-The devil lie did" exclaimed mon
sieur. Il haven't noticed him ON the
bouIevards."
perhaps not. After his last esca-
pade, which was the seduction of the
countess, and the subsequent duel i'm
the wood, he would naturally seek re.
tIrement. The Due may not be as black
as he is paints d."
mot In the eyes Of you women, at
least" said the monsieur, with some
spirit. He'll enter upon his infamous
pastime with new Zest before he is two
weeks IN Brussels. You want to steer
clear of this destroyer of women.''
Just as If | had no head Of my
Own?" laughed Nine. Violin, and the
next moment, with naughty and some
what insulted mien. she babe her hus-
band a naughty good night, and retired
TO the seclusion of her chamber.
"A week in Brussels, and | knew it
not" said Nj. Violin to himself, when
lie found himself once more i'm his
own apartments. "My wife has kept
the coming of this rascal a secret
the only one she has had since our
marriage. By the eternali i don't see
why God made some women SO beautiful
and some men such devils! If thought
for mOment-piSh! | don't think any,
thing of the kindl My wife is as pure
as she is beautiful! | could kill the
person who thinks otherwise. But
who killed Volante, and why? All! we
row."
TRACED TO PARIS.
As matter of course. the brutal muir
der of poor Folantee became the talk of
Brussels. Nearly every theory pointed
to jealousy. and the police were at their
wits ends. They knew nothing about
the perfumed missive which M. Voiin
found in his house a short time before
discovering the murdered maid, for he
had placed it in the hands of a shrewd
young detective, who had more cum
ming than all the Belgium ferrets put
together.
BY this time it was an open secret
that the Due de MOrnev. the Partisan
rOue. was in Brussels. He and the mur-
der OF VOlante m0nOpoliZed the con-
versatlon. and. while the police were
attending to their duties in the one case,
husbands were very closely watching
the hero of another.
One evening nj. Violin was summoned
TO the apartments of his private detect
i've. The young man, who had not been
seen by his employer for nearly week
was found with peculiar but satisfied,
smile on his face.
II have been to Paris, Monsieur"
said the sleuth.
"TO Paris?" echoed NJ. Violin. "What
you to France?''
"A bit of business" was the cool
reply. "Have you forgotten the strange
perfume with which the note addressed
to Volante was scentedT'
Indeed. L have not. Once inhaled
it can not be forgotten
The detective drew from his picket
the Identical note and threw it upon the
table.
M. Violin picked it up and inhaled its
peculiar fragrance.
Now. pay this the same cOmpli-
mIent, continued the detective, throw
ing handkerchief after the misSive.
by heavens! the perfumes are the
same" burst from monsieur's lips.
do you think so?'
Il would risk my life on it,
The young secret officer looked across
the table but-said nothing.
Am InOt right" asked M.Volin, who
conld not curb his impatience.
You are, monsieur. The hand that
penned the note to Volante scented the
handkerchief. The letter you found in
your house, the handkerchief l picked
go on,'' said NJ. Violin. "You know
more than this"
II would not have thrown note and
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bit of linen so delcately perfumed was
picked up in the boudofr Of a high born
PARTISAN dame after the gallant De
Morny had departed"
IN THE DARK.
'My God!" cried NJ. Violin, losing
color, "are you going to fasten the muir
der of poor Volante upon this deceiving
villain?'
mot yet, monsieur. The gay Due
kills only with the rapier. and then in
the presence of few spectators only"
But he wrote the note to Volante."
Undoubtedly he penned it.''
The young detective stopped there a
little too suddenly for M. Violin.
II am in maze" said he. II thought
the Due made love to high-born ladies
only"
"All is fish that comes to his net"
smiled the detective.
''Then he would make love to maids?''
Eyes, if the game were worth the
CANDLE"
Strange to relate. from this point the
detective became uncommunicative,
much to M. VOlin'S chagrin, and the
hunchbacked citizen of Brussels went
home. Madame knew how to extract
state secrets from her devoted spouse.
and no sooner had he entered the house
than she began.
''This woman-killer of Paris, the
adorable Due, does more than kill men
in duelsl" cried M. Violin, exasperated
by a compliment which his wife had
dropped in the roue's favor.
What is his other occupation?"
Queried Madame.
'By heavens, he entices ladies' maids
into the tolls"
Madame Violin flushed. "Nonsensep'
cried she.
.By heavens. it is true!" was the
swift retort. He scents his notes as
he does his handkerchiefs. Wait and
see. You women won't be defending
the French serpent at the end of the
week. My detective has found the trail
of Claude.' :"
Madame Violin gave her husband a
singular look. He thought he saw a
pallor of fear chase the color from her
cheeks, and the hand that toyed with
her armlet tremble slightly.