The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1895-05-18
TALE OF CRIME.

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He was musing.
"And was 1t going to last, this, which
had been going on for 30 long awhile?
And these assassins, were they going to
end by beating himS Were they going
to compel him by adverse public opin-
ion TO send in his resignation
"Parbleul 1t looked so, and as If they
did II on purpose, passing the word from
one TO another TO force him TO get out of
their way. Eight assassinations, one
after anotherl Crimes of the worst cali
Der, with startling details, which peopled
alike with horrifying visions the sleep
Of the bureaucrat and the concierge
And not an assassin, for all their skillful
work, had they been able to lay their
hands upon. They had fed, every man
OF them. They had disappeared, van
ished-piff, like puff of air Celebrity,
dispatch, their motto, and TO go without
leaving an address behind theml Frank
ly, II had begun to pass the bounds Of
all reason.
"And now to top Off these eight other
crimes there was still another, ninth
one-a murder like the others, accom-.
plished the evening before under similar
conditions"
The chef do surete pulled himself to-
gethor, threw back his head like a war
horse shifting battle, and-the door
opened.
IL was his secretary who presented
himself, bearing a card in his fingers.
"a gentleman, monsieur, who insists
upon seeing you. He declares" and the
secretary smiled little at the absurdity
OF the idea-"he declares himself in a
position to furnish you with definite par
ticulars regarding the crime of yester-
day"
"Ah, the crime of yesterday The
chief turned quickly. "Then bid him
enter" said he, and while the secretary
regained the antcroom to do his bidding
Nj. Theodore cast his eye upon the card
before him.
Frederick Bouscal, " he read in half
voice. "Bouscal, Bouscal. 1t seems to
me that | know that name-that I've
heard it somewhere"
He scrawled line upon scrap Of pa
per and handed it to the secretary, who
returned it, at the moment ushering in
the visitor who had asked TO see him.
dismissed him with word and was
ready for the matter in hand.
NJ Theodore raised his eyes. Before
him was man simply but neatly cloth
cd, and with frank and honest counte-
nance, though yelled as by cloud with
sadness.
"You have particulars to give me, have
you notI' questioned the chef de surete.
Particulars of the crime of yesterday"
al hope so, monsieur. simply respond
ed tho visitor.
"Ah, hope sol You are not sure, them"
ut rests with you. NJ. lie Chef, whether
| am or not. All depends, in fact, upon
an operation, the means of which you
alone are able to furnish me-"
Explain, if you please"
Certainly, and at once, though doubt
less you have heard it spoken of, NJ. le
Chef-a certain scientific procedure
which permits, under certain conditions
better even than description can do it, a
reproduction of the portrait of an assas-
sin. Briefly, behold my meaning. You
know, of course" he continued, "that
In the phenomenon called vision the OBJ
ject which we SEQ throws, or forms, upon
u screen in the eyeball itself-in plain
words, upon the retina of the eye-an
image which remains there until dis
played by another. 1t has been proved
also that this image continues even after
death"
The door Of the cabinet opened anew,
and the secretary of NJ. Theodore re-en-
tered, holding in his hand roll of pa
pers, which he laid before his chief, then
turned and was gone again as quickly as
he had come. NJ. Theodore lifted it up
and ran his eye over the contents.
you are named Frederick Bouscal,
are you not. monsieur he demanded
presently, addressing his visitor
"Yes, M. 10 Chef. Frederick Bous-
cal"-
your ageY"
"Fifty-eight years, NJ. 10 Chef"
"Hum-m-m' Nj. Theodore rauidly
twirled the sheets beside him. Twenty
seven years." he murmured, as il think
Ing aloud. 80 il was You then who
was imprisoned two years ago and con-
demned for contuma.cy and the theft OF
! lsNVV nOfulhf
A sudden flush empurpled the coun-
tenance Of the visitor
mo, monsieur" he responded, with an
effort, in dull voice. mo, it was not
lit was-my sonl"
IAN employee of the Credit Agricole,
was he not2 And-you are ignorant OF
what has become of him."
Absolutely. 1t is 10 months that his
mother and have been without news OF
him."
Pardon me, monsieur" said the chef
de surete. Il have reopened painful
wound, but ! listen to you-you vert
saying
The man passed his hand across hi,
brow and eyes TO clear his vision. ther
resumed:
Il was saying NJ. lie Chef, that In tn,
case which occupies us now the repro