Webster City freeman. [volume] (Webster City, Hamilton County, Iowa) 1884-1946, 1911-12-19

"He will be heard. Where is the
broken end?''
II do not know. You must ask Lu.
bin, my valet.''
Exactly. He declares that he haa
hunted for it, and cannot find it. !
must tell you that the victim received
the fatal blow from the sharpened end
of a broken foil. This piece of stuff.
On which the assassin wiped his weap-
on, is a proof of what state"
Il beseech you, sir, to order most
minute search to be made. 1t is i'm.
possible that the other half of the foil
is not to be found"
Orders shall be given to that eft.
feet. Look here is the exact imprint
of the murderer's foot traced on this
sheet of paper. / will place one OF
your boots upon it; and the sole, as
you perceive fits the tracing with the
utmost precision This plaster was
poured into the hollow left by the
heel; you observe that it is in all re.
spects similar in shape to the heels
of your own boots. perceive, too,
the mark of peg, which appears In
BOTH
1T is true-perfectly true
"That is so,' continued M. Dabu.
ron; yet listen further, before at
tempting to defend yourself. The
criminal had an umbrella. The end
of this umbrella sank in the clayey
soil; the round of wood which is
placed at the end Of the silk, was
found nodded in the clay. Look al
this clod Of clay, raised with the ut
most care; and now look at your UNI
brella. Compare the rounds Art
they alike, or not?'
These things, SIR attempted AL
bert, ARE manufactured in large
quantities.
well, we will pass over that proof
Look at this cigar end, found OH the
scene OF the crime, and tell me ~
what brand it is. and how it was
smoked
1T is a tra5ucos. and was smoked
in cigar-holder."
Like theseg. persisted the magis-
trate, pointing to the cigars and tbs
amber and Observation-Disclosures founi
in the viscount's library.
"Yes.'' murmured Albert, 1t is 9
fatality-a strange coincidence"
Patience; that is nothing as yet
The assassin wore gloves. The victim
in the death-struggle, seized his
hands; and some pieces of kid re.
manned in her nails. These have beer
preserved. and are here. They are o.
lavender color, are they not? Now
here are the gloves which you wore or
| Tuesday. They, too, are lavender
and they are frayed. Compare these
pieces of kid with your own gloves
Do they not correspond? Are they
net Of ihe same color, the same skim
Albert was terrified. A cold per.
spiration bathed his temples, ant
glided, drop by drop, down his cheeks
In choking voice he kept repeating
l. IL 10 uOIiloiCs5 iiOiiipACs
Finally" pursued the inexorabl'
magistrate, there are the trousers you
| wore on the evening of the murder
1t is plain that not long ago they wer,
very wet: and. besides the mud or
them, there are traces Of earth. Be.
sides that. they are torn at the knees
| We will admit, for the moment, that
You might not remember where yor
went on that evening; but who woulJ
believe that YOU do not know where
you tore your trousers and how yor
frayed your gloves?'
What courage could resist such as.
saults? Alhert's firmness and energy
we're at an end. His brain whirled
He fell heavily into chair. exclaim-
ing:
ut is enough to drive me mad"
do you admit" insisted the mag
istrate, whose gaze had become firm
ly fixed upon the prisoner. do you
admit that Widow Lerouge could on
~ have been stabbed by your
Il admit" protested Albert. that
am the victim of one of those terrible
fatalities which make men doubt he
evidence OF their reason. ] am inno-
cent"
Then tell me where you passed
Tuesday evening"
"Ah, sir!" cried the prisoner, II
should have to-
But. restraining himself. he added.
in faint voice:
II have made the only answer that
I can make
N. Daburon rose, having now reach
ed his grand stroke.
ut is, then, my duty" saia he.
with shade Of irony. Ito supply your
failure Of memory. am going to re-
mind you OF where you went, and
what you did. On Tuesday evening,
at eight O'Clock. after having obtained
from the wine you drank, the dread
full energy you needed, YOU lett Your
home. At thirty-fye minutes past
eight. you took the train at ths ST.
Lazare station. At nine O'Clock. you