The Nezperce herald. (Nezperce, Idaho) 1900-1957, 1908-06-25
The Roupell Mystery
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i callers next morning. when the dool
, swung open. and a gentleman. unmiStak
d ably English and carrying in his glovee
4 hands tall silk hat and the inevitable
5 umbrella of the rain-afiicted Briton. en-
tered the apartment. He was accom-
! panied by Lady whose grace of carriage,
+ and really handsome face, accentuated II
anything in the eyes Of the Frenchman
the villainous ft 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 never
look like our women" was his inward
comment, as he arose. and with the po-
likeness Of his race bowed low as he re-
ceived his visitors.
Monsieur le project. / presume" said
the gentleman. in French which was sim
ply execrable. II have the honor Of adj
dressing Monsieur Lablanche, the project
Of the Partisan policeg'
Il am he. monsieur"
Permit me TO present you to my wife.
Madame Rnsseil-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
agreeahly 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
withstanding his villainous pronouncla-
ton OF the French language. he managed
to make himself clearly understood The
evident eordiality Of his manner thawed
whatever reserve the project had sought
to hedge himself in with His heart
quite warmed to the intelligent Lon
doner.
Il have the great fortune TO be the
bearer Of letter to you. monsieur" he
said, from the superintendent Of police |
at Scotland Yard. our mutual friend,
Mr.. James T. Henderson,
Il am delighted to see anyone who /
comes to me introduced by Monsieur Hen
derson." replied the prefect.
He scarcely glanced at the letter. He 4
was afraid he had but little to show them
after the magnificent department OF his
friend, NJ. Henderson. in London. Still Il
he should be happy TO place himself at
their disposal What would they ike TO
see first?
~Oh. the rogues' gallery, by all means"
suggested Mime Russell. enthusiastically.
'-Or your splendid Bertillon system Of
measurement for prisoners, which you
have brought to such perfection in Paris"
added her husband
II was a telling compliment, because
It was true. NJ Lablanche had been in
deed the first to adopt the BertiIlon sys-
tenn. and under his supervision it had
attained a marvellous degree of accuracy
and perfection He had taken the raw
theory of a prison reformer, and reduced
it to a practical science.
Our rogues' gallery is not as exten-
sive as II used to be-" be explained.
-Since the adoption Of the system Of
we have not photographed
any but the most notorious criminals You
ran probably see more pictures in Lon
don However. viii show you some Of
he most important"
He led the way into square. high
.eiled chamber. lighted from the roof only.
he walls Of which we're literally covered
With portraits Of the desperadoes of
France
you see we have them arranged al !
and here is an index book
n the table for instant reference. Oppo-
ite each name. you see, I have placed q
he Bertillon measurement Of all those
risoners who have come here since the '
doption Of that system There they are, '
len and women, from all classes Of so /
lefty, and of every degree Of crime and (
Misfortune" y
The fair English woman seemed 4
.rangely moved i
Poor creatures" she murmured. soft o
Z. as her little hand rested invoIuntarily <
j the officers coat sleeve. v
The project regarded her admiringly. Is
ears Of genuine pity were in her bright, b
ughing eyes
But 1t is strangely interesting" she
lded- -Ohl monsieur. please show me
Ie or two Of the most desperate and =.
late their history" =
The project turned to VI. Russell. The W
1giishman was evidently deeply enross- pa
in the index, hunting up the charac- tn
p for himself, in his independent Eng F.
b fashion of
mo, don't want to hear the his pa
Res" be said. looking up from the book, de
tn a cordial smile. I'm perfectly 81
ply. But Mrs. Russell IS an enthu- -
st on criminal heroes She would be -
raising a monument to Jack Shep- "
I'd and Dick Turpin. If 1 would allow St.
=" str
1T Is q sad thing to have a brutal CIT
sband," cried madame, with a pretty err
Ut, as she went across the room on the In
n Of the project. Let rs leave him for
his own devices, monsieur, since be a
. be is happy, and amuse ourselves 70,
The susceptible NJ. LAbIanche was In o..
eyenth heaven He was entirely at
service Of madame. SO he proceeded y
regaIe her with short sketches Of his gei
orite malefactors, and madame looked YIN
and laughed or became sad, just as cry
proper time. VT
They had completed the circuit Of the
m and were near the door again. NJ. /,
ssell was still investigating on his own
cunt Mime. Russell, the pressure Of DAY
little hand still upon the arm of her wit
ant conductor, looked UP impioringIy ma
him with those fatal eyes. aga
Oh monsieur" she said, do show me 4
'e Of the prisoners.v +.tt
II Is not a pleasing sight for mad