Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1890-05-03

1OU HAVE NJ RIGHT 10 f1A THAT CRIME.
"You have no right to fix that crime upon
your brother" Madame Quijada exclaimed
angrily. There is nothing to identify him
with the murder, absolutely nothing. Your
name might be used by anyone The unfor-
tunate man may have talked about you.
boosted of his conquest in the presence of his
servants-of some French or Italian butler
perhaps. who. being in the house. would know
all his masters intended movements and all
about the money which was to change hands
that day. Servants are often agents--con-
scious or unconscious-in crimes that mystify
everybody; You have no right to associate
Leon with that crime
Il have the right of my own convection.
know AS well that II was his hand that struck
the blow as if had been standing by when the
murder was done. have no doubt about the
murderer. What want to find out is the identity
OF the murderer saccOmpiice-before God and
man as guilty as the murderer himself Who
was the middle-aged woman who met Robert
HatreiI IN the street and asked him to 90 to
Antoinette MoreiS deatnbed? Who was the
woman who used that lure? Who was the
elderly Frenchwoman who changed the English
banknotes on the Riviera? Can you answer me
these questions. aunt, you whose bread have
eaten-the bitter bread of dependence-and
whose slave have been since my illness left
ME unable 10 grapple with the outside world?
have been afraid to live anywhere eise-afraid
to be among other people. lest in some moment
Of dark thought l should betray my brother.
He Is of my own blood and | have sworn 10
myself never to give him up to justice"
Give him up" cried her aunt. contemptu-
onsly Why you have not one shred of proof
against him. There is nothing but your own
braln-slck fancles to connect your brother with
that Engiish!nan's death. You are toquee child,
about Robert Hatrell Your poor brain has
never got over the fever that your sick fancies
brought upon you and one ought to be patient
with you and let you talk any sillv nonsense
Ep / iv for lro, a.
are not influenced by hysterical women They
want facts. hard facts. and there is not one
fact to connect your brother. Claude Leon
Morel. with the crime in Denmark street"
Or You with the mysterious accomplice"
said Louise. Perhaps not. Yet if that is SO
why did you both change your names within
month Of the murder? Why was I made to
change my name from Morel to Marcel. and to
assume my second baptismal name in place of
my frst?"
Your brother had made himself notorious
during the commune. He was not included
III the amnesty, and he could not return to
France IN his own name. He was supposed to
nave been shot with the others at Satory His
resurrection would have been dangerous
Say that the false name meant nothing. INIT
how can you account for the sudden change
from poverty to wealth? You and / were liv-
ing in an attic III wretched. dirty street in one
of the shabbiest, dreariest quarters of that
great wilderness Of brick. where We had taken
disappeared without telling me where Won
were going. leaving me jus. line to say YOU
were going away upon business and might be
some time away. lou left me penniless. ex-
cept for the pittance / was able TO earn by
working for a Jewish tailoring house. cruel
work, which wore my fingers to the bone
ION had been gone a week when l heard some
women in the court where lived talking of a
murder. l could just understand enough
English then TO know what they were talking
about, but listened heedlessly enough until |
reard the name of Hatrell-not pronounced
as pronounced 1t. yet a great horror came
over me at the thought that IT might be the
same name. 1t was not he who MUIR
dersd. told myself. | was an idiot to be so
disturbed by fear. and yet L could not CON-
niand myself or keep calm while | ques-
toned the women. They couldn't tel. me who
the murdered man wds-oniy that his name was
Hatreli. They said II l wanted 20 know more
had better buy a newspaper. j rushed out
into the street like mad woman. and II seemed
20 me as II should never find shop where
they sold newspapers, though there we're hun
Directs OF shops IN the long, busy street. At last
found tobacconists Where there were LOT
Of newspapers stuck in a rack against the door
way took three of them, haphazard. and
gave the shopkeeper the last three pence had
IN the worid-the pence that were TO have
bought food for the day. / hurried back to my
garrett as fast as my feet would carry me.
| thought more than once that should fall down
In the street. Tor my knees seemed to give way
under me. would not trust myself to look al
the papers till was safe in my own hole, like
| II wounded animal, and then / bolted my door
and sat down upon the bare boards and I'M
folded one Of the newspapers"
why go over all this old ground. Louise? A
little while ago you reproachei me for dwelling
on the past and no" you are harping upon old