Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-04-14

his guilt: ana they complimented the detec-
| tive who, In Bedors clothes and with 81
| face painted to an awful resemblance had
lain there on the spot Of the crime 10 per-
/ senate the victim.
Elaborate Scheme OF Investigation.
| The widow Is a delicate and lovely blonde.
| The police commissary and NJ. Hamard
asked to see her husbands sword-cane.
While watching her intentiy they recon-
| structed the killing. He drove the blade
In like this! lGesture) He puiled-and
| thrust up like this" And the commissary
t fell to the ground. writhing They must
| have had the force of hate behind them.
those thrustsl'' suggested NJ. Hamard DO
| you know any one who hated your hus-
| band2"
The fair young creature rolled her blue
| eyes They were dry I cried all day yes
| terday' she said now / can cry no more.
l see no one TO suspect she added
They speak OF the sudden disappearance
of friend coineiding
| It's falsef exclaimed Madame Bedor.
| ASK me no more
| Meanwhile they had reconstructed the
whole. At o'clock OF the third night some
fifteen detectives, variously stationed with
watches and note books In hand, made the
| witnesses go. through all their evolutions OF
the fatal evening. Germaine took the dogs
walking. bought the papers. returned over
| the same route. unlocked the courtyard
| door. locked it behind her penetrated TO the
| factory, unlocked the door at the head OF
the stairs and entered the Office to hand the
papers to detective who would represent
| NJ. Bedor.
In the Office the same lamp burned on the
| desk. With his back TO her, the party rep
resenting Bedor bent over the desk. The
| rest of the room was lost In darkness. Shad-
| ows fiickered. Approaching him with tho
| papers, Germaine repeated her phrase OF
the fatal night: Monsieur. the pa
Then she screamed an awful scream and
ran. 1t was her dead master. white-faced,
| terrible. with staring eyes, who turned from
| the desk to her.
| While specialists were putting the half
| crazed girl through the third degree" the
reconstruction went on The janitor and
| wife heard heavy fall They ran and told
| the coachman and his wife. The two men
| patrolied, heard steps in the courts and
| hurried toward them-to see the street door
! slam and a dark form running down the
| street
| They noted the time required for each
| act-and the position of each actor at each
| minute. Every detail of every version
| fitted as to time and place.
| And the mystery thickened. All Paris was
/ divided over the guilt OF four deeply In
| volved persons, when a Sherlock Holmes
| emerged from the Bedor workshop
The French Sherlock Holmes
| All Paris is admiring the gray-bearded NJ.
Borromanes, morocco worker by his trade:
patrlarchal, placid and worthy. in his big
! slver-rlmmed spectacies. On the fourth day
| he came to NJ. Hamard.
! THE assassin is other than you think"
he said. I have been with Charles s. Bedor
| since the foundation of the house. NJ.
| Charles. the brother Frederic. the young
wife, yes and the servant girl-they are
/ all incapable of such crime. From the
start. therefore, I looked elsewhere for the
assassin and 1 have found him.
Explain yourself" said NJ. Hamard.
1.-THE secret of the crime must be with the
watchdog, Diane. I saw that at once" con-
| tinued the old French Sherlock. 1T is GER
| tain that the assassin stood beside her when
| he put the lamp on the table-yet she made
| no sign. Therefore l asked myself who
| among uS-knowing the offices and stair
| ways well enough to go about them In the
dark-could have passed that ferocious mas
! tiff.
| Most of the workmen are my friends"
| he continued with proud humility. Togeth-
| err with Francois lombard. an artist in re-
pousse leather, persuaded all OF them, one
| by one, at different times when all was
| quiet Of evenings, to penetrate to the DOG
in NJ Bedor's private office" Diane barked
at them ALL
"WelI?'
"Only two made engagements with US and
| failed to keep them--a man who fell sud-
denly Ill and another, he among us all whom
| the mastiff loved. the man who fed her and
| tended her box; the assassin of my beloved
| employer, the automobile chauffeur of tAe
| firm Auguste Matthew"
| Then the French Sherlock told how he
| and lombard had caused Matthew to bs
Swallowed by friends Of theirs unknown
to him. Two of the most devoted shad-
ows" We're the nineteen-year-olds son or the
leather artist and Borromans own daugn-
ter, OF seventeen spring times. A holy zeal
infiamed the young couple; they desired
romantically to rescue the fair widow from
suspicion.
Robbery the Motive.
mo suspicion had fallen on Matthew be-
cause he did not sleep on the premises"
! said M. Borromans. "Also you had dis
carded robbery as motive for the crime"
effectively" said NJ. Hamard. the safe
cash drawer, opening with two keys, ono
held by NJ Charles and one found In the
dead mans pocket, was intact. Nothing
was missing"
Yet robbery was the motive. and II was
successful" insisted the graybeard. 1T is
certain that Matthew. who was BORROWING
small sums from his compa mons only last
week, paid $50 francs each for lot OF fur
niture the day after the crime"
'If you can show that III arrest him.
said NJ Hamard.
They showed 1t, and Matthew was arrest
ed Being horribly and dramatically sur,
prised in the usual way, he broke down and
made a full confession.
He was engaged to be married to good
young girl he loved devotedly. He had
Dragged of his savings He had told or
furniture already bought. They were TO
be married In a month-and the girl and
her mother were coming next week to see
tho furniture.
Matthew was desperate. Acting as sort
of uniformed runner for NJ. Bedor when not
automobiling he had often seen his en-
ployer put a wallet bulging with bank
notes in the safe-but not in the double
locked cash drawer. Matthew knew what
that meant-the successful manufacturer
being a secret snort thus hid his pleasure
fund from his wife's eyes
Matthew says he only intended sneaking
this wallet when Bedor's back was turned;
and now see the value OF those scientific
reconstructions. Matthew had hid In the
archives beside the private office, ever
since closing time. at O'Clock. he says
he got scared toward the end What IL
his master should discover and shoot him?
So he took off his shoes and slipped silent
ly down stairs, through the door opening
without a key from the interior into the
workshop, through the salesroom and up
stairs TO the private fiat. All was silent.
He heard the servant girl snoring.
How the Crime Was Committed.
From the hallraek he took NJ PedroS