The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1912-05-26

losing patience. and returned to Vim
cennes, where l carefully examined
every nook and corner. | discovered
nothing that could put me on direct
track. but had the absolute conviction
that revenge or some other mysterious
reason had brought the murderer to the
house. Robbery was out of the ques-
ton.
I tried to learn more about Madame
l.. and discovered that she had dis
liked Madame Bazire because of her
bieotrv. and her deplorable habit of
dragging the old trunk along the floor
the trunk the murderer had placed
on her back. Madame Bazire kept her
PRAYER books in that box. and Madame
l.. whose apartment was Just un-
derneath, used TO complain Of hearing
continually "tram-car pass above her
head Madame L, l also learned,
was most cxcitable, and apt to quarrel
with her neighbors.
But all this was not sufficient TO con-
meet her with the crime and I already
began to fear that my prejudice against
Madame l. had no foundation,
when my suspicious were once more
aroused by one or two trlhing circum-
stances. which decided me TO pay her
another visit, I would have liked to
search the place, but, unfortunately,
this was out of the question; there was
no excuse for such a proceeding. Ma
dame L, on the other hand round
lv abused me because ] reproached her
for having put me twice on the wrong
scent.
! went home quite disheartencd. The
business weighed on my mind, and
when I went to bed ] could not sleep,
because I was trying to discover what
possible motive Madame L. might
have had to kill the widow Bazire. |
found no solution to this riddle, and
vet I felt convinced that this talkatlve
woman, who twice had led me astray,
had committed the murder. But what
had prompted herf
Tired out. slept. and then / had a
strange vision. ! fancled ] saw Mad
ame Bazire e bedroom, with its BAN
ners. its Virgins, its Saint Josephs, on
the walls. 7 saw the poor old lady re.
turning from mass, carrying her pray
er-b book under her arm. She was out Of
breath, having mounted the stairs. She
sat down on a char. and after a while
rose, opened her door, and, seizing the
trunk. dragged il along the floor.
All at once a woman, fury, rushed
into the room. swinging a rope in her
right hand,
"I am sick OF your psalm. singing
tricks she shouted. HYou shall no
longer wake me up with your tramway,
you old pig!''
And rushing at Madame Bazire. who
had not the strength TO utter cry.
she threw the rope around her neck and
pulled upon il with all her might.
A rafting noise and all WAS over
Madame BazIre was dead.
The fury turned around. and / recog'
nized Madame L. She looked a
moment at her victim and burst into a
loud. insane laugh:
"There is your trunk, you psalm
singing idiot. You will not worry me
again with itl'
I heard the noise of the little rollers.
and saw the creature throw the heavy
trunk on Madame Bazire's lifeless
BODY.
Madame l. stood for a moment
motionless: she then opened the hall
door to see whether any one was In
sight. and, walking up 10 the fireplace,
took down the heavy clock. hid it be-
meath her apron. and stole out Of the
room. softly closing the door.
] awoke with start, perspiration
running down my face. a cold bath