The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1908-10-15
The Crime of s'z4:;; ::: :
e. 5s':. the Boulevard
CHAPTER 1.
here does Bernardet live?"

bN2phi5 ioi BREATH, lie lFieQ 10 run, l
order to more quickly reach the littl
house at the end of the passage of tn
Elysee des Beaux Arts. This passage,
sort of due de sac. OF either side {
which We're black buildings, TRANCE oil
houses and dilapidated s~torehousel
opened upon a boulevard filed with lii
and movement, with people prom
%enading. with the noise of tramway:
with gayety and light.
The man wore the dress and had tn
bearing of a workman. He was yer
short. very fat. n his bald head wa
barred to the warm October rain. Fl
was q workman, in truth. who worke
in his concierge lodge. making over an
mendlng garments for his neighbors
while his wife looked after the house
swept the ~staircases and complained 0
her lot.
Mime. Moniche found life hard an,
d1sagreeable and regretted that it ha'
mo- given her what it promised when
at IL, and very pretty, she had expect
ed something better than to watch be
side a tailor pen over his work in
concierge's lodge. Into her life
tragedy had suddenly precipitate,
Itself, and Nine. Moniche found tina
Day something to brighten UP her af
ternoon. Entering a moment before
the apartment Occupied by M. Revere
she had found her ledger lying on hi.
BACK, his eyes fixed, his arms flung out
with a cash across his throat.
M. Revere had lived alone in the
house for many years. receiving a few
mysterious persons. Nine. Moniche
looked after his apartment. entering by
using her own key whenever it was
necessary, n her lodger had given hel
permission to come there at any time
to read the daily papers.
Nine. Moniche hurried down the
stairs.
IN. Revere is dead! NJ. Revere has
been murdered! His throat has been
cut! He has been assassinated!" And
pursuing her husband out of the door
she exclaimed:
The police-go for the police!"
This word police" awakened in the
tailor,s mind not the thought of the
n~elghboring conmissary, but the
thought of the man to whom he felt
that he ought to appeal. whom he ought
70 consult. This man was the good lit
tie M. Bernardet, who passed for a man
OF genius of his kind at the Surete and
Tor whom Moniche had often repaired
coats and rehemmed trousers.
From the ansion in the boulevard
DE Cllchy, where Moniche lived. to M.
house was but a short dis
tance, and the concierge knew the way
very well, as he had often been there,
but the poor man vas 50 stupefied. so
overwhelmed. by the sudden appear
ance of his wife in his room. by the
brutal revelation which came to him
as the blow of a fist by the horrible
manner Of M. Rovere's death. that he
lost his head. Mortified, GREATNESS, he
asked the first passerby where Ber-
haraet ilveu, and he ran as fast as he
could In the direction pointed out.
Arrived at the grating, the worthy
man. a little confused, stopped short.
He was very strongly moved. 1t seemed
TO him that he had been cast into the
agony of a horrible nightmare. An as
s~asslnation in the house! A murder in
the Boulevard de Clichy in broad day
light. just over his head, while he was
quietly repairing a vest!
lie stood at the house without ring
M. Bernardet was. no doubt.
breakfasting with his family. for it was
sunday, and the police officer, meeting
women the evening before. had said
70 MIN: Tomorrow is my birthday"
Monfche hesitated q. moment. Then
rang h bell. He was not kent
waiting. The sudden opening OF the
grating startled him. He pushed back
the door and entered. He crossed a lit
Tie court. at the end Of which was a
He mounted the three steps
and was met on the threshold by a lit
tie woman, as rosy and fresh as an
apple, who. napkin in hand, gayly sa-
him.
ETH, M. Moniche!',
IT was Nine. ~Bernardet. a Burgundian
woman, about 35 years of age. trim
and coquettish. who stepped back. SO
That the tailor could enter.
VIVA Is he matter, M. Monichep,
POOR Moniche rolled his frightened
eyes around and gasped out, Il must
speak to NJ Bernardet."
Nothing easier said the little
Wonan. M. Bernardet is in the gar
len. Yes. he is taking advantage Of
the beautiful day. He is taling a
group II
What group"
You Know very well photography is
MS passion. Come with me-"
And Mime. Bernardet pointed rs the
end OF the corridor. where an open door
a glimpse of the garden at the
of the house. M. Bernardet. the
Inspector. had posed his three daugh-
tiers With their mother about 81 small
table. on which coffee had been served.
had Just gone in to get my nap
Kin. when I heard you ring. Nine.
said.
Bernardet made a sign to Moniche
not to advance. He was as plurnp and
gay as his wife. His mustache was
his double chin smooth shaver and
rosy, MS eye had a sharp, cunning
look. his head was round and closely
cropped.
The three daughters, clothed alike in
Scotch plaid. We're posing IN front OF q
pnotographic apparatus which stood on
tripod. The eldest was about Il years
age. the youngest a child of 6. They
We're all three strangely alike.
M. Barnardet. in honor of his birth
day. was taking a picture Of his daugh-
tiers. The ferret who from morning.
till night tracked robbers and male
factors into their hiding places was
taking his recreation In his damp gar
The sweet idyl of this hidden life
repaid aim for his ~unceasing investfga-
tons, for his trouble and fatiguing
hunts through Paris.
There" he said, clapping the can
the lens. That is all. Go and
play now, my dears. I am at your SER
vice now, Moniche.'
He shut. up his photograph appara-
tus, pulling out the tripod from the
deep SOIL in which 1t was Embedded,
while his daughters ~joyously ran to
their mother. The young girls stood
gazing at Montche with their great
eyes piercing and clear. Bernadet
turned to at him. ana at once di-
vined that something had happened.
are as white as your handker-
chief, Moniche.s he said. "a murder n,
murder, yes. Nj. Bernardet. NJ.
Royere-you did not know him?'.
N
He was an original. 8 recluse, and
now he has been a~ssassinated. Ny
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