New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1890-01-08


gram received one wet, ugly night
last December. l was sitting in my
little snuggery back Of my office before
blazing CRATE with my feet in slip
pers and my body in a warm dressing
gown. l had mug of hot punch and
"a cold mince pie on the table before
j me, along with an uncut novel and a
genuine Havana, with which I intend
ed to regale myself presently. And
although [ had a very strong anxiety
to secure Jorlette, it must be confessed
that was altogether too comfortably
situated to relish going out into the
cold that di5mally dirty night.
Ibis telegram was from my chief,
who might as well say, was detect
i've, and had followed that thankless
and precarious business for several
years. People considered noe very sue
cessful in working up difficult cases, but
j L was never quite satisfied with
myself. wonder if any man ever is?
This same Jorlette had given us a
great deal of t ouble. We had never
had so keenly cunning a spirit to cope
with. Strategy was matched with
strategy, diplomacy with diplomacy,
and scores Of times, when we we're
sure of him, he had slipped from under
our fingers like flea and left US won
dering how he managed it.
Perhaps it would be we'll to explain
that Pierre Jorlette was a murderer,
upon whose head was set a purse of
$4,000 by the crown. A Frenchman
and nobleman by birth, gentleman by
education, he had when very young
married beautiful English girl, with
whom he passed two years of unalloyed
happiness. At the end of that time
some fearful shadow came between
them-none knew Of what nature-and
the inhuman husband stabbed his wife
to the heart. Her confidential mai d
witnessed the deed and attempted to
save the life Of her mistress, but Jor-
lette fell upon her with savage ferocity
and left the two corpses lying side by
/, side.
These are the facts as briefly as I
can state them to you. OF course there
were many minor circumstances not
worth recording, as they have little
bearing upon the short story l am
writing.
1t seemed from this telegram that
Jorlette was to be on the 1880 train I
wondered how Cathcart had got his n
formation; but he had armies of spies
constantly working for him, and
probably some Of them had made the
discovery.
| had only to follow instructions.
For the hundredth time I took Jor-
lette's photograph from my pocket
book and examined the features of the
murderer. 1t was a singularly hand
some face that l saw-cleary cut, with
large hazel eyes shaded by long, dark
lashes, a mouth delicate and sensitive
; as woman's, a high, rather narrow
forehead, half hidden in clustering
curls OF auburn hair, a form rather
spare, yet we'll knit, and hand SYM
rnetrical and rounded as a woman's.
The picture would have answered
splendidly for that of a sentimental,
sonnet-making poet-but for a MUIR
derer it was a dead failure. Neverthe-
less, somewhere in the past, before
crime had scathed him, Jorlette had
sat for it.
l changed my slippers for boots and
got myself inside my fur overcoat,
stuffed a valise with brown paper and
backing brushes, that might appear
a respectable traveller, and, looking at
my watch, found that I had just time
to reach the station.
The train stopped ten minutes for
refreshments, and taking the guard,
who was an old friend of mine, sufi-
GENTLY into my confidence, [ was given
an opportunity of looking through the
carriages previous to the starting oil
train.
1t was a full train, but singularly
enough, there was not a red-headed
man on board of it. Jorlette was red
headed, and aside from that circum-
stance he had face which 1 fattered
myself I could not readily mistake.
AS I stood irresolute and feeling
very much as if had been fooled
:, there came toward me from the dining
room an individual, tall and spare,
with a slouched hat, white cravat, a
huge piece Of game pie in his hand
and this person had red hair! And
dark eyes. 20.
Watched him closely. There was a
certain logged, skulking look about
him; he would not meet my eyes, and
walked off to the extreme end of the
platform by himself and remained there
muncing his pie until the last bell
rang, and then he hurried on board
with the air of one who felt that a
great deal depended on his getting a
seat.
I was convinced that he was nv