The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1895-05-10
awaited the advance of Dolores Buleski.


shore. The hour was about half past
'"eiVe' ana bank Of clouds had swept
across the sky which partially covered
liie moon. All was very still and not a
Souno broke the silence of the soft sum-
mer night. All at once the douanier
heard the sound of approaching wheels,
ana IN another minute man appeared
wheellng truck, upon which was
paced one of those large American
travelling trunks. which We're Just then
coming into use.
II was five o'clock in the morning,
the sun had risen, tinting the white
villas and the shining leaves of the
trees with touch of gold. The chill
oren OF the Sunny South begin their
sVocations early, so as not to be de-
prlVed OF their midday siesta. and a
ere" OF fishermen had launched their
poat' and, by aid of long, cumbrous
oars We're slowly working their way
Out or the harbor, bound for the fishing
grounds some three miles away.
'Feste, but this is hot work, Baptis-
ten, remarked one of the rowers. de-
slstlng for a. moment, and wiping the
perspiration which streamed freely
down his face, thou hast the best o;
It, sitting at the helm like a statue OF
repose."
Patience. Gaspard," returned the
neimsman, "thy turn will come in good
ume, but easy all, there Is something
noaung, just ahead of us, something
that looks like chest"
Ihe heavy boat was steered close to
the noating object which closer in
spectlon proved to be a Saratoga trunk
OF large dimensions.
expect 1t has fallen overheard from
tne Englishmans yacht" remarked
the man called Baptisten, with a lest,
ure or his hand towards a tiny white
.oo1ect on the horizon. "She sailed this
morning. Anyhow, it is lawful prize.
mes garcens, so put about, we shall
make more by this, than by a days
fishing"
The proposal was agreed to. the
trunk was taken in tow, and the shore
reached. But the designs Of the fisher
men We're frustrated, for hardly had
the prize landed than the douanfers
pounced upon it, and despite the argu-
ments of the salvers, carried 1t off to
the custom-house to be examined. The
ock was not of very complex des
crlption, and it was soon opened and
the lid raised, when a simultaneous cry
OF horror burst from the lips Of the
searchers. There was no rich clothes.
no valuable gems none of the thous.
and one nic-nacks from Vanity Fair.
which might be expected to be found
within such a receptacle, but simply
the dead body OF a beautiful woman.
brutally thrust into the narrow space.
drenched in blood. which had flowed
from a deep wound Immediately above
the carotid artery. The eyes were wide
open and look of ghastly terror still
remained In them, whilst as IL to show
the means by which life had been
taken, a white handled clasp knife,
covered in blood, lay upon the bosom
of the corpse.
why 1t Is the Senhora Dolores Cor.
ella" said one of the superior officers,
who had been a constant visitor to the
theatre, and knew the actress by sight
very we'll. "Who could have any inter
est in numbering herr"
None seemed able to answer this
question, and a message was dispatch
ed to the Projection of Police, which
speedily brought Achille Lefort to the
spot. Achille Lefort was the head OF
the detective department of the town,
and had often, in his lnnermost heart,
longed for the commission of some
mysterious crime by the discovery of
the perpretator of which he might
aspire to the position held by his Paris
Ian confrere Lecog and Goudard. He
received hasty version OF the discov.
cry as he was dressing and feeling that
his chance had at last come, hurried
to the spot without a moments delay.
Hesexamined the body, listened to the
statement of the fisherman and the
custom-house officer, who had opened
the trunk. took down, in shorthand,
the medical mans statement, and then
went off to the examining magistrate
to make full report of the case.
M. Anatole Canmartin was a good
honest man, knowing the routine of
his profession we'll enough, but not
,overburdened with brains, and with a
profound belief in the detective saga
city. When therefore the new details
of the case had been reported, he turn
ed to Lefort, and said, "And what do
you think of it?"
M. Athille looked wise as, after a
moments silence, he answered, Give
me half an hour, monsieur, and think
I can tell you who committed this ter
rible deed"
VERY WELL" answered NJ. Canmartin,
II am sorry to say, monsieur" said
breakfast during your absence, for no
doubt we shall have but little leisure
after your return"
Achille Lefort was punctual and at
the expiration of the delay he had him.
self fixed. again sought NJ. Canmartin.
II am sorry to say, MONSIEUR" said
he, with a cloud Of disappointment
shadowing his brow, that the case is
a very simple one The dead woman,
Dolores Corella, has been murdered by
an Englishman, Lionel Briscoe, with
whom she used to be seen a great deal;
doubtless the crime was committed
through motives of jealousy. He then
thrust the body into the trunk in
which 1t was found, and placing II
on truck, wheeled it to the har-
Dor and flung it in. A custom-house
officer states that, while on duty last
night, man, evidently a foreigner,
from his accent, brought down the
trunk, saying that 1t was to be put
on board a certain NJ. Rhilippo Bed
ford's yacht, an intimate friend Of the
murderer. If further proof was need
ed, a clasp knife, bearing the murder
er's initials, L. B., engraved on a sill
yer plate, and with which the crime |
was evidently committed was found |
in the box with the corpse, and, what
to my mind seems even more signif-
cant, Lionel Briscoe never returned to
his hotel that night but has gone off |
without even the formality Of even set
Ting his bill-a heavy loss, fear, to
our good friend, Hippilyte Cazan, of the |
SILVER ntelnne where the ASSASSIN ]