The Penn's Grove record., 1895-08-23
"Yes, NJ lie Chef, Frederick pOu,

I NV va "a hAAS0 " StFalNAAeAN.
and the theft Of 1000 fiorins2'
A Sudden flush enpurpled the couD
tcnauce OF the visitor.
mo, monsieur" he responder Will
IN effort in a dull voice; mo, & wa
not lit was-my son I"
IAN employe OF the Credit Agricole,
vas he not? And-you arc ignorant
| II what has become of hlm?"
absolutely, 1t is fifteen months
that his mother and l have been
without news of him. That child,
II. lie Chef, that child has been ouI
sorrow and our shame. lie has
broken our hearts, dlshonored oul
aame-"
Ills voice was choked. He wa
silent. unable, evidently, to go on.
pardon me, monsieur" said the
Chef de Surete. II have re-opened
painful wound; but ] listen to you
sou we're saying"
The man passed his hand across hi
brow and eyes to clear his vision
then resumed:
Il was saying, NJ. lie Chef, that 10
the case which occupies us now thu
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 thu
wound indicate it plainly. Nor,
than this, it must have been light
euough to see the murderer, and with
sufficient clearness to have stamped hi
likeness upon the retinal screen, foi
the papers assert that even in death
her eyes were liked in a wide and
we find ourselves in the presence Of a
half-certainty; it is probable, II not
sure, that the eye of the corpse now
lying upon the slab Of the morgue
contains the exact reproduction oil
The likeness you seek. With YOU
permission I will draw 1t from
them"
'.Draw it; but how?"
"By Photographic is my bust
ness, NJ. lie Chef. And this matter,
this subject / speak OF / have studied
It long, and almost with passion, fol
[ hold il to be, in case OF success, one
II the most useful and beautiful ap
plications of modern science. know
t can be done. l have myself cyl
perimented, and in one instance have
Reproduced the lineaments OF thd
physician who had leaned above the
oed Of the dying"
The man spoke with animation
and while speaking his voice vibrated.
mis- eyes burned. his whole counte,
nance was illuminated, irradiated
with the light of a legitimate pride.
VI. Theodore regarded him, vlsibly
moved himself by this ardent convic
zion.
'.And you conclude" he ques
5ioned, after a moments thought
II couclude-but authorize me Il
lttempt the experiment on the
woman assassinated yesterday, and
will tell you what l conclude. II
succeed it will be for us-my wife and
me-a little glory, and also a little
noney-a ray of hope in u misery;
{ l fail-well, no matter-we are
lsed to misfortune. A failure more
Ir less need not be counted. In any
went, NJ. lie Chef, you lose nothing
n the experiment, but have the
,hance of an unhoped- for success.
Then so be 1t, monsieur agreed
the chef de surete. "Take your in.
5truments to the morgue tomorrow
1t 10 o'clock. / will see that the
clerk is instructed. Later on / shall
myself be there. 1 have the honor,
monsieur, to wish you good-morD
ng."
In the obscure nook at the morgue
where he had inclosed himself in ac.
ordance with the arrangement made
1t the office of the surete, Frederick
Bouscal, his body bent, his face
lrawn, watched anxiously the result
If mis- last washing. The plate was
here before him in It's bath ofguick-
| silver, into which he had dropped il
/ while ago with such fear and intlD
lie precautiJn.
Sensitis ed? vitalized? At Least
t should be. and If the conditions OF
The crime were such as he supposed
them, and the victim, before dying,
cad really seen her muIderer's face,
the portrait Of the assassin would bt
there under that he'd Of gelatine Ell
traine to melt away.
His throat closed as by a grip Of
iron. the operator held himself i'm
movable, hearing only, with painful
distinctness, the gurgle OF the water
as it dripped upon the faces of the
lead in the adjoining chamber; thu
plunge of his blood as it thTobbed ant
,dmmcIel Though the arteries OF hi
cart.
And at last the moment came-tht
moment that was to reveal TO him
II or nothing. He rose--that poor,
trembling photographer rose, i say,
look IL carefully by its dripping
,dges, that plate upon which his fate
was hanging, half closed his eyes,
leld it to the single ray of light that
altered through Tho yellowed pane,
TO stagger back with a groan of an
suish, to let it crash into a thousand
lace OF the murderer, the face of thu
soni
Five minutes later, when Frederick
Bouscal, the photographer, came from
ais nook, and the chef de surete,
awaiting him with impatience. hur-
ried to meet MIN, he saw Immediately
by the pallor OF his face, by his som.
bre eyes, that he had nothing good
to announce to him.
SWELL" said he, t'nothing?"
NO." responded Bouscal, ''noth
ng."
''Allons, no matter; try 1t a second
lime; do it again"
"Impossible! the transparency Of
the cornea is desr~ yed. j wished to
wash it, and l burned 1t through
mistake in the Was / salute you,
NJ. lie Chef" And Frederick Bouscal
turned away.
The next morning the commissaire
II the quarter OF Ternes, forwarding
10 the prefecture his regular report
headed it with the following item:
To-day at 10 o'clock a summons
70 100, Rue Laugiere. A call from
the concierge, suspicious of charcoal
fumes from the room Of the Bous.