The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1913-02-27


~ de Ia Grande Truanderie.
They ordered bottle Of
wine, and went upstairs for a
game of billiards. or the two
doors in the billiard-room, one
opened into the bedroom, whilst the
other led to the entrance In the Rue
de la Grande Truanderie. After half
an hour Nine. Desvois, not hearing
the noise OF the billiard balls. went
upstairs, and, to her surprise, saw the
door OF the bedroom ajar. At that mo-
ment one OF the men came forward,
and Mime. DesVois, convinced they
were burglars, called for help. At her
shrieks the three fellows rushed out,
knocked her over, and ran away. Two
OIL them escaped unseen, by the back
door, but the third found himself in
the Rue de la Grande Truanderie
followed by a crowd attracted by the
woman's cries. On the point OF being
oVertaken, the man drew q revolver,
fired at youth who had seized his
coat tails, and shot him down. The
mad chase continued towards the Rue
Pierre-Lescot, where he fired again,
killing a cabinet-maker called Mar
tinot M. Bottelier, an employe, was
his third victim; for the poor pan,
with bullet in the groin, died on his
way to the hospital. The murderer
sped along, brandishing his weapon.
when M. Guyomard caught him
pluckily by the throat and felled him
to the ground. The police had the
greatest trouble to prevent him from
being lynched. With his clothes torn
to shreds, and bleeding from several
wounds, he was first conveyed to the
poiice-station in the Rue des Prou-
yaires, and afterwards brought before
me-
He was a short, thick-set, deter
mined-looking man with a strongly
developed jaw, and a curious hard
expression in the eyes-the type Of
the brute. He gave his name as
Crampon; and we discovered that I'M
der the name of Bonfantini he had al
ready undergone several long terms Of
Imprisonment.
When l asked him for the names of
his aceomplices he looked at me with
an ugly grin.
What for? To obtain favors? No.
thank you. I am not going to harm
them. Besides, I am sick of every
thing. want to be butte"
Are you sorry you killed these poor
menu"
Sorry? Not I. Or, rather, I am
sorry; for 1 had still two shots in my
revolver; and, but for that meddling
idiot, you would not see me here to-
day"
1 did not prolong this conversation.
and waited till the next day, when I
had him once more brought before me,
and again questioned him about his
aesomplices.
HSave yourself the trouble" he said
with sheer, you'll get nothing out
Of me. I want to be butte"
Crampon had q sweetheart, q GER
tain Maria Thouvenin, then lying Ill
ut the Charlie hospital. searched
her room, and found uniform OF
private in the Fourth Infantry, which
I took away with me.
The excitement in Paris, when that
HORRIBLE murder became known, was
intense and the press clamored for
the arrest of the two men who accom-
panied Crampon on that fatal after
noon. Unfortunately, Nine. Desvois
was unable to give me their descrip-
ton, and none Of my men, although
well acquainted with the criminals
and their haunts, could supply any
clue
sent for Inspector Larose-an ex-
perienced official-and described to
him a fellow I had seen some months
ago with Crampon enter bar.
Larose thought long time and then
said:
"Well, sir, I think I know the man.
but doubt whether he belongs to the
Crampon gang"
HE may or he may not. I noticed
his hair; it was cut short and looked
rs if he had just left the regiment"
Larose looked up.
81 begin to see it now, sir; It would
be funny If he turned out to be our
man. His name is Georges Plessis,
and he is employed in a wineshop In
the Rue du Bac."
"All right; let us go there at once"
Twenty minutes later we alighted
and enquired after Plessis.
He will be done in minute" said
the proprietor of the establishment;
The is bringing down his trunk"
"His trunk?" / asked. "Is he going
Rway?"
"Yes, sir. He had telegram, last
night, from his old aunt, who is very
I'LL"
Whilst he spoke, Plessis came down
the stairs with a big box on his shout
der, and nearly dropped it when he
saw us. We put him in the cab. and
took him, box and all, to the prefec-
ture, where he denied ever having
seen Crampon.
why were you so anxious to leave
PARISH" I said.
81 had a telegram