The Sunday herald and weekly national intelligencer., 1890-03-23

Can 1t be that she has stolen back from her
tryst and retired without locking herself in g'
He stole toward the chamber on tiptoe The
door was aiar several inches, and a light burn
ing in the room beyond showed him the bed
and other articles Of furniture.
The next moment NJ. Violin stood in the centre
of Volante's room, as completely sobered as II
he had not tasted wine for a month.
Across the couch, with her feet almost touch
ing the floor, and with her clothing somewhat
dsarranged, lay the beautiful volante. She
was dead
Monsieur Violin did not fully investigate until
several seconds had passed. The sight of the
corpse seemed to have rooted him to the spot.
AT length however, he seemed to have found
courage enough to take him forward, and then
for some time he looked down into the face Of
the dead
"She has been strangled to death ~ gasped
the man, for everything confirmed the state
ment, and then, without waiting to push the
investigation any further, he rushed into the
house and spread the alarm.
| Nine. Violin came back from a private party
with some members Of her set, she said and
found the house held by the authorities. She
was hystericsl at first and then calm. What
Volante her pretty and devoted maid, murdered
/ III COlu DlOOul III WAS
The body OF the unfortunate girl was taken
away long before morning, and then for the
first time VI. Violin found himself alone with his
| wife.
az did not give them this" said Monsieur,
taking from his pocket the note which he had
! found In the house after his return from the
| cafe.
His wife started and turned pale at sight of it.
"I think the writer OF the note ought to be
| discovered by the peculiar Perfume" continued
Monsieur. "You have used all the famous per-
fumes to be had in Brussels, my dear, but here
| Is something that outscents them ALL"
"What are you going to do with the note ?n
queried the woman
"I shsnt give It to any of the pig headed po-
| lice-that is certain" was the reply. 81 know
a fellow who is shrewdness itself, and he wants
a chance to distinguish himself"
"Who is hep
''Never mind, my dear" said Monsieur, TAX
ing back the fatal note. 81 don't say that
Claude had anything to do with the poor girls
death, but jealousy 10 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 l came
home, and guess 1t can be told now"
"You have kept 1t long time" laughed
Nine. Violin. "Let me have 1t now, please
| "Well, the hero of the great De Morny duel
has reached Brussels"
| NJ. Volins wife looked at him an instant with
an expression of surprise, and then smiled.
"You're week behind the times" said she
''The Due came seven days ago, SO they say"
"The devil he did ~ exclaimed Monsieur. 81
| haven't noticed him on the boulevards"
"Perhaps not. After his last escapade, which
was the seduction of the Countess, and the sub
sequent duel in the wood, he would naturally
seek retirement. The Due may not be as black
as he is painted"
mot in the eyes Of you women, at least!"
said Monsieur, with some spirit. 'He'll enter
upon his Infamous pastime with new Zest be-
fore he is two weeks in Brussels. You want to
steer clear of this destroyer of women"
"Just If l had no head of my own -
! laughed Nine. Violin, and the next moment
with a naughty and somewhat insulted mien,
she bade her husband goodnight, and retired
to the seclusion of her chamber
"a week in Brussels, and l knew it not"
said NJ. Violin to himself when he found himself
once more in 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 eternal! | don't see why God made some
women so beautiful and some men such devils
| If thought for moment that-pish l don't
think anything of the kind My wife is as pure
as she is beautiful! l could kill the person who
thinks otherwise. But who killed Volante, and
why9 All we must begin to look for Claude
| tomorrow
AS matter of course the brutal murder of
poor Volante 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 missve which NJ.
| Violin found In his house short time before
| discovering the murdered maid for he had
placed it in the hands of a shrewd young detec-
| tive, who had more cunning than all the Bel
GUM ferrets put together
By this time II was an open secret that the
Due de Mony, the Parisian roue was In Brus-
sells. He and the murder of Yolante monopo-
were attending to their duties In the one case,
husbands were closely watching the hero OF
another.
One evening NJ. Violin was summoned 10 the
apartments of his private detective. The young
man, who had not been seen by his employer
for nearly week, was found with peculiar
but satisfied smile on his face.
~ have been to Paris, Monsieur" said the
| sleuth.
"To ParisP" echoed NJ. Violin. "What In the
name of His Satanic Majesty took you to
! France ?'
| ga hit of husiness - was the cool roply