Little Falls herald. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1889-1950, 1902-05-02

The banker hesitated a moment,
then, following the impulse Of his
heart, ran to his wife and, clasping her
in his arms, said:
"No; will not be so foolish as to
struggle against my heart. l do not
pardon. Valentine; I forget-I forget
all!'
NJ. Verduret had nothing more to do
at Vesinet. Therefore. without taking
leave of the banker, he quietly left the
room and, taking his cab, ordered the
driver to return to Paris and drive to
the Hotel du Louvre as rapidly as pos
sible.. His mind was filled with anxi-
ETY.. He knew that Raoul would give
him no more trouble The young rogue
was probably taking his passage for
some foreign land at that very mo-
ment. But Clameran should not es-
cape the punishment he deserved. But
how was it possible to inflict this pun
ishment without compromising Nine.
Fauvel? NJ. Verduret thought over the
various cases similar to this, but not
one among his repertory of expedients
could be applied to the present circum-
stances. After long thought he decid-
ed that an accusation of poisoning
must come from Oloron. II will go
there and work upon public opinion, so
that to satisfy the townspeople the au-
thorities would order an inquest in
Gaston's case. But this required time,
and Clameran, being warned, would
disappear.
It was almost dark when the carriage
stopped in front Of the Hotel du Lou
.vre. NJ. Verduret noticed crowd of
people collected together in groups and
heard the police crying "Move on!'
The crowd would merely separate in
one spot to join a more clamorcus
group few yards or
"What has happcced?" demanded M.
Verduret of a lounger near by.
"A strange thing" replied the man.
HE first appeared at that seventh sto-
~ window. He was only half dressed.
Some persons tried to seize him; but,
with the agility Of a sleepwalker, he
jumped out upon the roof, shrieking
Murder! Murder!' The recklessness
The gossip stopped short in his mar
| rative, very much astOnished. His
questioner had vanished.
'Could it be Clameran?" thought M.
Verduret.
! He pushed through the crowded
courtyard of the hotel.
At the foot of the staircase M. Fan
ferlot and three peculiar looking indi-
viduals were standing together.
SWELL" cried M. Verduret, whats
the matter?''
| ''The matter is this" said Fanferlot
dejectedly. II have no luck. You see
how it is. This is the only chance
ever had of working out a beautiful
case. and, presto, my criminal breaks
DOWN.
"Then it is Clameran who''-
"Of course it is. When the rascal
saw me this morning, he scampered off
| like hare. On reaching the Boulevard
| of Schools a sudden idea seemed to seize
him, and he struck out for this hotel,
probably to get his pile of money.
When he arrives, what does he see?
| These three friends Of mine. The sight
of them had the effect Of sunstroke
upon him. He went raving mad"
"Where is he now2''
"At the prefecture, suppose. Some
! policemen handcuffed him and drove
| off with him in cab"
"Come with me-"
M. Verduret and Fanferlot found
Clameran in one Of the private cells
reserved fer dangerous prisoners.
! BE had on straitjacket and was
struggling violently against three men
who were striving to hold him while
physician tried to force him to swallow
potion:
"Help!" he shrieked. do you not see
him - my brother - coming after me?
He wants to poison me!'
! NJ. Verduret took the physician aside
! and questioned him about the maniac.
HE is in hopeless state" replied
the doctor. This species Of insanity is
1ncurable. He thinks some one is trying
to poison him, and nothing will per-
suade him TO eat or drink anything,
and as it is impossible to force any
thing down his throat he will die of
starvation after having suffered all the
| tortures Of poison
NJ. Verduret, with shudder, turned
to leave the prefecture, saying to Fan
ferlot:
"Mme. Fauvel is saved. God has
punished Clameran.''
'"That doesn't help me-" grumbled
Fanferlot. "All my trouble has been
for nothing What luck!'
"That is true" replied NJ. Verduret.