Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1892-10-27

frizzles. Now put out the lamp. hnzzah!
Hushl The clock is going to strike.
No, it speaks.
Jacques Locard! Jacques Locardp
"Eh! Who spoke? Who said that?"
"Jaccues Locard Contest Contest"
"Locardl Locard What jest is thiss
How very pale you arep'
The voice sounds as if it came from the
cellar.
Jacques Locard You are murderer
at is false. Who has dared TO say thatp
Jacques Locard, it is you VINO killed old
Pierretl Assassin
There are cries. groans. Locard has
risen TO his feet-lost, mad. He clutches
at his cravat to tear it from his strangled
throat. The voice still pitilessly continues
--veiled, distant, as if coming from tomb
1t repeats, repeats, repeats the word ''as-
sassin."
Locard falls upon his knees, rises. falls
again.
81 confess, confessp he cries. Eyes, it
was who killed the old man and robbed
him, but let that horrible voice cease"
1t did not stop, but went on repeating it's
dreadful denunciations with the persist
ency of machine in motion.
1T is the clock that speaksn screamed
Locard, seizing it, shaking it, dragging it
from its place, casting it upon the floor.
The works were scattered, and in their
midst was seen a small cylinder covered
with metallic paper
Pierret, who had heard all, sprang into
the room through the open window and
seized Locard by the throat.
You are al witnesses that this man is
the murderer of my father' he cried.
Murder will out; but men who take the
lives of their fellow men for gain always
think their cunning more than match
for proverbial wisdom. So thought
Locard, and had not seven years. i'm
punity justified his estimate of his own
cleverness No. it had only put him off
the guard which the murderer must never
for a moment cease to keep. The police
had utterly failed to track him down-had
not even associated him in any way with
the crime-yet there had been detective
at his heels AS he now saw with horror.
A few years in the army do one of two
things-sharpen or deaden the wits of a
soldier; they sharpened Pierrets. The
failure Of the police left in his mind deep
and bitter sense of disappointment. His
father had been cruelty murdered and
robbed almost in the light of day-a kind
ly but undemonstrative man, respected by
all his old townsmen; who was never
known to have made an enemy; who had
many friends-Locard among the number
Who but one of his friends could have
known that he had, by the merest accident
of circumstances, the whole savings of his
life in his possession that day in view of
an advantageous investment to be COM
pleted on the morrow that never came for
himi No stranger could have known of
this
No stranger9 That idea haunted Pier
ret's mind day and night and goaded him
to action. Step by step he pushed on in
quiry. Bit by bit he came upon the his
tory of all his fathers old friends and as
sociates, and at length suspicion pointed
to the sudden and vaguely explained up
rising of Locard, nearly simultaneous with
the old clockmaker's assassination. There
was the murderer's false reckoning of
chances; too eager for the employment Of
his murder stamped gold, he surprised his
acquaintance by his ostentatiSs display
of means, but Pierret he provoked to make
inquiry as to their origin.
Still the proof, the legal proof, eluded
the young mans search, though he had
come close enough to it to satisfy the in
stinct of his heart, while the persistency
with which Locard, who had been an al
most daily visitor to his fathers house,
avoided him was in itself confession. 1t
was at this stage of his search for justice
that the idea of laying a trap for the Grim
inal came into his mind
Gentlemen Of the jury" said the prose
cutting barrister, you see here 6 what
social utility is the progress of science
Was it not a trait of genius ON the part of
poor clockmaker to have utilized by adapt
ing it to the mechanism of an ordinary
clock that immortal invention of Edison's
the phonographi'-True Flag.