Wood River times. [volume] (Hailey, Idaho) 1882-1915, 1893-10-21

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manded, presently, addre ;sing his
visitor
Eyes NJ lie Chef, Frederick Bous-
cal"
"Your age?"
"Fifty-eight years. NJ. 1e Chef"
''Hum-m-m!" Mr. Theodore> rap
idly twirled the sheets beside him.
"Twenty-seven years!" he murmured,
as II thinking aloud. $50 it was you,
then, who was imprisoned two years
ago, and condemned for contumacy
and the theft of 200 florins?"
A sudden flush enpurpled the coun-
tenance of the visitor.
= mo- monsieur" he responded with
an effort, in a dull voice; mo, it was
not lit was-my son J"
San employe of the Credit Agricole,
was he not? And-you are ignorant
of what has become of him."
absolutely. 1t is fifteen months
that his mother and l have been
without news of him. That child,
NJ. lie Chef, that child has been our
sorrow and our shame. He has
broken our hearts, dishonored our
name"
His voice was choked. He was
silent. unable, evidently, to 60 ON.
pardon me, monsieur" said the
Chef de Surete. Il have re-opened
painful wound; but, 1 listen to you
you were saying-"
The man passed his hand across his
brow and eyes to clear his vision,
then resumed:
II was saying, M. lie Chef, that in
the case which occupies us now the
reproduction Of the assassin's portrait
should be entirely possible. The vic
tim was struck in the face, the direc-
tion of the blow and form of the
wound indicate it plainly. More
than this, it must have been light
enough to see the murderer, and with
sufficient clearness to have stamped his
likeness upon the retinal screen, for
the papers assert that even in death
her eyes were liked in a wide and
frightened stare. Thus, monsieur;
we find ourselves in the presence of a
half-certainty; it is probable, if not
sure, that the eye Of the corpse now
lying upon the slab of the morgue
contains the exact reproduction of
the likeness you seek. With your
permission I will draw it from
them"
"Draw it; but how?"
'sBy 'photography-it is my bust
ness. NJ. lie Chef. And this matter,
this subject speak OF have studied
it long, and almost with passion, for
l hold il to be, in case of success, one
Of the most useful and beautiful ap-
plications of modern science. know
it can be done. have myself ex-
perimented, and in one instance have
reproduced the lineaments of the
physician who had leaned above the
bed of the dying"
The man spoke with animation,
and while speaking his voice vibrated,
his eyes burned. his whole counte-
nance was Illuminated, irradiated
with the light of a legitimate pride.
NJ. Theodore regarded him, vlsibly
moved himself by this ardent convic-
tion.
"And you conclude" he QueS-
toned, after moments thought.
Il cOnclude-but authorize me to
attempt the experiment on the
woman assassinated yesterday, and l
will tell you what l conclude. If
succeed it will be for us-mv wife and
me-a little glory, and also a little
money-a ray of hope in our misery;
if fail-well, no matter-we Are
used to misfortune. A failure more
or less need not be counted. In any
event, M. lie Chef, you lose nothing
in the experiment, but have the
chance of an unhOped-fOr success.
Then so be it. monsieur" agreed
the chef de surete. 'Take your in
struments to the morgue tomorrow
at 10 O'Clock. L will see that the
clerk is instructed. Later on shall
myself be there. have the honor,
monsieur, to wish you good morn
ing"
In the obscure nook at the mOrgue
where he had inclosed himself in &C.
coIdance with the arrangement made
at the office of the surete, Frederick
Bouscal, his body bent, his face
drawn, watched anxiously the result
of his last washing. The plate was
there before him in It's bath ofquick-
silver, into which he had dropped it
a while ago with such fear and intln.
lite precaution.
Sensitized? Vitalized? At least
it should be. and IL the conditions Of
the crime were such as he supposed
them, and the victim, before dying,
had really seen her muIderer's face,
the portrait of the assassin would be
there under that he'd Of gelatine en-
traine to melt away
! His throat closed as by grip OF
iron, the operator held himself inn
movable, hearing only, with painful
distinctness the gurgle Of the water
az it.dripped upon the faces of the
dead in the adjoining chamber: the
plunge of his blood a. it thr0bbed and