Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1913-02-06
FREDERICK COUNTY, MD, THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 6, 1913.

He hesitated a moment, and then
said, with what appeared to me q
forced smile:
mo. thank you. have seen the
thing done before"
well, have set my mind upon
measuring you. Ladies'" cried, to a
couple of American girls, who had
been among the first to be operated
upon, please take him into custody
and bring him to me-"
Amid shouts of laughter they seized
him and pulled him toward the table.
This time he scowled.
as this meant for a joker" he re-
marked
"Of course. 1t Is part of the fun"
Either my suspicious were unfound-
ed, or the man had marvellous selfpos-
sion. He never moved a muscle while
being measured.
Others were now pressing forward,
but on the pretext that had no more
cards, l withdrew to the smoking
room, whittier Vernet had gone, fol-
lowed by my detective. The latter
had given Vernet a prepared card,
and had quickly slipped into my hand
the one he had just filled up; where.
upon l went into corner to compare
it with the official document relative
to Simon, which | had borrowed from
NJ. Bertillon's office.
A glance was sufficient. The fig
~
net, but Simon, the escaped convict,
the murder, who stood there, lighting
his cigar, making an appointment
with q friend to meet him the next
day. The next day! And in five min
utes the thunderbolt would have fall
en- on his head.
/ went up to him.
Have you said goodnight to the
lady of the house?" l asked.
He turned sharply around.
Monsieur Goron-" he began.
Hush! Don't make a scene. Say
good-by to the hostess, and tell her
you will have to leave Paris to-mor-
row on long journey. You will be
telling the truth. Co."
He did not move.
For the second and last time" I
whispered, Il advise you not to make
a scene. It Is not to Charles Vernet
| am speaking, 1t Is to Simon, the as
sassin of Aymard. My nephew over
yonder Is detective, and I have
three more 'nephews' downstairs in
case OF emergency"
He thought moment And then
II will 60 with you; but you are
making mistake you will regret"
1t was the never-varying reply of
the criminal at bay. Yet l could not
help admiring the mans nerve. He
shook hands with Madame S and
a few more people in a seemingly I'M
concerned manner, and walked down.
stairs.
In the hall, where a servant hand
ed him his overcoat, my attendant, at
a signal from me, cleverly searched
Vernets pockets, and withdrew some
thing which he handed me. 1t was q
small revolver.
you We're right, SIR" he said; Il
should not have thought of that"
At the Prefecture they were as
founded. My prisoner made plucky
stand, and fought desperately against
the overwhelming odds; but, finally,
like all the other criminals l have
seen, he broke down before the pitt
less Bertillon system.
Yes, he was Simon; but as, accord
ing to law, he had to be tried in
Cayenne for having escaped, and on
suspicion of having murdered Ay-
mard he was at once conveyed to the
lie de Re to be sent out to the penal
settlement
But, despite my warning, the off,
cials at the lie de Re prison did not
keep a careful watch on Simon, for
the day before he was to have been
put on board the steamer, he managed
to strangle himself.