New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1892-03-02

OF being unprecedented for the crime.
Most people would have seen in this
signs OF guilt; but I thought differ
entity.
| spent all of the .sxt day in the
town, ostensibly engaged in business
with the factories, but in reality hunt
ing after some clue to the object OF
my mission. Night came again; but
had found nothing new. ] was per-
fectly satisfied that the murderer had
laid his plans SO deeply, that no cir
cumstantial clue could be found. If
would find him, must catch him with
the proof upon him.
had given an assumed name at the
inn, and stated that / belonged to
Toulon. On the next morning
called for my bill, and informed my
host that was off for home. Then /
went to the fruit preserver's and told
him the same, stating that I must
confer with my partner before con-
Guided my bargain. After this went
to the wooden factory, and saw the
business agent. His name was Louis
Cazaubon, and he had come to
Castellane about a year before He
seemed to be a straightforward,
business man, and yet he was the only
one | had seen whom really wished
to suspect. In conversing upon the
murders, he had been little too free
and off-handed, treating the subject
more cody than a man with q heart
would be apt to do. But still had
thus Jar been able to find nothing
against him. On the present occasion
| told him, as | had told the others,
that must return to Toulon.
IF you have not the ready money
with you, we can give you credit, he
said.
| told him had plenty Of money,
but was not fully prepared to pay
the prices he had demanded. He said,
every well;'' and added, that he
should be happy to sell to me when |
came again. l bade him good-day,
and then departed. AS soon as was
alone, [ began to suspect Monsieur
Louis Cazaubon in earnest When |
told him that I had money, but did
not purchase, because be charged me
too much, why didn't he banter me-?
Simply because he wished me to leave
town with my money in my pocket.
At least, SO it appeared to me. This
was sufficient ground Tor me to work
upon, and | rode to an out-of-the-Way
place, and left my horse, and then re-
turned and concealed myselfin a posi-
ton where [ could see the movements
OF Louis Cazaubon. In few
minutes he came out from his fac
tory, and walked away. His
e,4o IL
sure that he was not the man who did
the direct work OF death The plot
was deeper than that, or he would
have been discovered ere this. So |
resolved to wait q while and see If he
returned. | would havefolloWed him,
if | could have done SO with safety;
but he might have detected me and
that would not do. However, in less
than fifteen minutes he came back.
He walked now with asober, innocent
air. 1t seemed to say-"Oh! / haven't
been up to any mischief, as you can
see!"
saw Cazaubon at his desk again,
and returned to my horse. | knew
that had q risk to run now, but I
was ready for it. Ii the factory agent
was at the bottom of the crime, and
meant to have me robbed, he had
already set his machinery in motion,
and the next development would be
upon the road. examined my pis-
tolls, and then left the town, taking
the road along the river, towards
Aups.
At the end Of half an hour Icame to
the slopes Of the Barjols mountains,
and soon afterwards entered the
wood. Inow began to be very care
full and keep my eyes about me. 1 will
not say that was wholly without
fear; for the mysterious manner in
which the murders had been done,
verged SO closely upon the marvellous
that a sort OF superstitious dread at
tached to it. Had the victims been
shot Or ran through with sword, or
had their throats cut, should have
felt no sort Of dread But this was
new ground. Death had come here,
nobody knew how. 1t might have
come from an invisible hand, and in
dead silence. Yet when / reasoned
upon the subject, felt sure that the
murderer must approach very near
since it must be some direct and pow
erful agent that could cause death III
SO strange a manner.
[ had crossed the little cascade of
Saint Esprit, and was descending a
short steep hillside, when | saw a boy
by the roadside, at the foot OF the
descent, engaged in whipping a mule.
He was a slightly built fellow, not
more than fifteen years OF age, and
his coarse garments were covered with
meal. | knew that there was a, mill
upon a branch OF the Verdon, not FAR
back, and I supposed he might be the
niller's boy. AS ! came nearer, I
saw a large sack upon the ground,
close by where the mule stood.
whats the matter, my boy?"
1 asked, as I drew up near him.
''This ugly mule has thrown beth
me and my bag Of corn from his
back, the boy answered.
''Are you hurt?" / continued.
"My left shoulder is hurt, I"
he said, land / can't
lift this sack again. II monsieurwould
l.