The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1912-12-06

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And | read him my report, OF, rath.
er. the story of my dream.
Yes" he said, when / had finished.
your conclusions are perfectly log.
zeal; the crime undoubtedly has been
committed in the manner you say. Buy
your conviction and mine are not suf-
nclent to allow us to arrest this WON
an and commit her for trial. / share
your opinion that Madame L..
whose mind seems deranged, has
strangled the widow. Where, how.
ever, are the proofs?"
If only could find that clock!" !
groaned, land it is impossible for me
to lay my hands on it unless 1 turn
Madame LIS apartment upside
down, always supposing that she has
not hidden it somewhere else"
You are clever enough to unearth
that clock without searching the
apartment" laughed NJ. Guillot, but
unearth it you must"
AS Madame L. had taken a dis.
like to me could not attempt to ap-
proach her. l, therefore. sent for
Barbaste, one of my inspectors, and
gave him my instructions. Barbaste
mad curious specialty-that of max
ing criminals confess. His affable
manner impressed them, and when he
graVely shook his head and remarked:
Yes, know provocation is terrible
thing" the culprits would turn to this
sympathetic friend and say how they
had committed their crime under
such strong provocation that no right
minded jury could convict them. And
they would pour out their whole story
into Barbaste's attentive ear.
or course | did not mention to Bar.
baste word Of my dream, and only
gave him sketch of how l thought
the murder had been committed
You must" l said, induce Madame
Il to confess, and try all you can
to make her show you where she hid
the clock"
Like all dreams, mine had been in
complete, for had attempted to re-
member where the timepiece might
have been slowed away
When he reached Vfncennes he
found Madame T. IN bed. She was
i'll and greatly excited.
Are you coming to bother me again
with this stupid AFFAIR."" she began
angrily.
No, no, my dear lady," replied Barr
haste soothingly. .... ass. ...i..
And, taking a chair close to her
bed, he added:
4 have only come to see you on a
small matter"
What natter" .-.... ...f H.,
Yes" continued Barbaste, Il was
thinking all along of what you had
done, and wondering how 1 would
have acted if some one had contin-
ually been rolling a noisy trunk over
my head" 81.
The mad creature sat up in bed,
and her eyes grew large.
My good fellow" she cried, Il soon
settled that little business"
Quite So" said the imperturbable
Barbaste; but what have you done
with the clock?"
The clock?" she shouted, shaking
with laughter, why it is here, under
my bed!"
And there it was, and very we'll
hidden, too, for she had managed to
squeeze it inside the mattress. tl
An hour later Barbaste brought
Madame L to my office, where in
a disconnected manner she gave me
all the details Of the crime.
AT last" she cried, Il can sleep
quietly, since that old psalm-singer
is dead. Every morning and every
night on her return from mass \
heard her rolling her beastly trunk.
l had to kill her! On the previous
day / had received a parcel bound
with some strong cord. All right Z
said to myself, that will just do nice
ly to strangle her. As usual, l was
The old woman had come back from
church. | jumped out of bed, ran up
stairs. threw her on the floor, and
twisted the cord around her neck"
She remained a moment silent, and
then. with an uncanny laugh, re.
sumed:
1T was as easy as possible. She
did not utter sound. A child of siy
could have done it."
And then" she yelled, her eyes
darling flames, land then | took her
trunk, her dirty trunk, and threw It
on her back, calling out: You will
never bother me again with that, you
old pig!' | also took away her clock,
the dirty clock she liked so much, and
| shrieked into her ear: You Will
never hear that strike any more"
She fell back in her chair exhaust
ed, and I remained speechless. My
dream, my whole dream, had PROVED
truei
AS to Madame l., she required
doctors, not judges. She was sent to
La Salpetriere in the ward Of Pro
fessor Vigouroux
She is still in a criminal lunatfc
ASYLUM.