The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1908-03-19

d ably English and carrying in his glove
j hands a tall silk hat, and the inevitabl
umbrella of the rain-afflicted Briton, Ell
tered the apartment. He was accom-
! panied by a lady whose grace of carriage
and really handsome face, accentuated
[ anything In the eyes of the Frenchmai
the yillainous fit of all her garments.
There should be a law passed to com
pei such people to employ Partisan dress
makers. But even then they would neve
look like our women" was his inwar'
comment, as he arose, and with the pc
likeness Of his race bowed low as he re
ceived his visitors.
Monsieur lie project, l presume" saiC
the gentleman, in French which was sim
ply execrable. II have the honor of ad
dressing Monsieur Lablanche, the prefect
Of the Partisan police?"
II am he, monsieur"
Permit me to present you to my wife,
Madame Russell-Monsieur Victor La
blanche"
The Frenchman bowed more CALAMITY
than ever. Really, Notwithstanding their
gaucheries, these English women were
quite charming. In fact, the project was
agreeably surprised with his visitors. The
Englishman's manner was perfect. With
his native dignity was blended a delight
full air of difference and politeness. Not
withstandlng his villainous ~pronouncia-
ton of the French language, he managed
to make himself clearly understood. The
evident cordiality of his manner thawed
whatever reserve the project had sought
to hedge himself in with. His heart
quite warmed to the intelligent Lon
doner.
II have the great fortune to be the
bearer of q letter to you, monsieur" he
said, from the superintendent of police
at Scotland Yard, our mutual friend,
Mr.. James II. Henderson"
II am delighted to see anyone who
comes to me introduced by Monsieur Hen
d~erson," replied the project.
He scarcely glanced at the letter. He
was afraid he had but little to show them
after the magnificent department Of his
friend, NJ. Henderson, in London. Still
be should be happy to place himself at
their disposal. What would they like to
see first?
"Oh, the rogues' gallery, by all MEANS"
suggested Nine. Russell, enthusiastically.
'Or your splendid Bertillon system of
measurement for prisoners, which you
have brought to such perfection in Paris"
added her husband.
1t was a telling compliment, because
It was true. NJ. Lablanche had been In
deed the first to adopt the Bertillon sys-
tenn, and under his supervision 1t had
attained a marvellous degree Of accuracy
and perfection. He had taken the raw
theory Of a prison reformer, and reduced
1t to a practical science.
"Our rogues' gallery is not as extern
sIve as 1t used to be-" he explained.
'Since the adoption of the system of
measurements we have not photographed
any but the most notorious criminals. You
probably see more pictures in Lon
don. However, l will show you some of
the most important"
He led the way into a square, high
,eiled chamber. lighted from the roof only,
with portraits of the desperadoes Of
France.
'You see we have them arranged al
phabetlcally, and here is an index book
IN the table for instant reference. Oppo-
lite each name, you see, | have placed
he Bertillon measurement of all those
prisoners who have come here since the
OF that system. There they are,
men and women, from all classes Of So
iety, and of every degree Of crime and
Misfortune
The fair English woman seemed
t~rangely moved.
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Y. as her little hand rested ~involuntarily
n the officers coat sleeve.
The project regarded her admiringly.
ears OF genuine pity were in her bright,
eyes.
But 1t is strangely interesting" she
1ded. "Ohl monsieur, please show me
ne or two Of the most desperate and
late their history"
The project turned to NJ. Russell. The
nglishman was evidently deeply engross-
In the index, hunting up the charac-
rs for himself, in his independent Eng
81 fashion.
mo, l don't want to hear the his
he said, looking up from the book, ~
it'll a cordial smile. I'm perfectly q
.ppy. But Mrs. Russell is an enthu- :
ast on criminal heroes. She would be :
r raising a monument to lack Shep- =
I'd and Dick Turpin, If l would allow 81
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Is a sad thing to lave a brutal q
cried madame, with a pretty el
ut, as she went across the room on the II
Of the project. Let us leave him fC
his own devices, monsieur, since he a
20 he is happy, and amuse ourselves" N
The susceptible NJ. Lablanche was In 20
eyenth heaven. He was entirely at !.
service of madame. So he proceeded y
regale her with short sketches Of his se
malefactors, and madame looked vi
and laughed or became sad, just as er
proper time. w
They had completed the circuit of the
nm and were near the door again. NJ.
ssell was still investigating on his own
Nine. Russell, the pressure Of ua
little hand still upon the arm Of her wi
liant conductor, looked up imploringly mi
him with those fatal eyes. ag
oh monsieur" she said, do show me
ne of the prisoners" tal
1t is not a pleasing sight for mad
e." feebly protested the project. 1t
) a rule of his never to leave a stran-
alone in the rogues' gallery. Pic wi
es had been distracted before now BY a.
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