Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1915-01-28

- AM DonSoiI, jacques, DOHSOlr,
VelizayW came from all sides 1--WE
got here first, you see, and were be-
ginning to wonder If you'd turn up
tonight"
"You promised to finish the story
you were telling US last night" said
one, as each man got up from his
seat and shook hands with the new
conner.
Merseins eyed the man narrowly
He was disappointed, for Velizay's
expression was frank and honest.
Appearances are deceitful-that's
ALL" thought Merseins.
When the men had resumed their
seats, Velizay, at their request, con-
tinued to narrate his travels at the
point where he had left off the pre-
vious evening.
eyes, boys, and we crossed the val
ley of Kashmir. 1t was there that
again met my old friend Jean Fa-
rades."
"Jean Farades! Why, there's a
Jean Farades just been murdered in
PARISH
whats that you say?" cried We
lizay.
at was in this mornings paper"
"1 have not seen the paper today"
One Of the men handed him local
paper which quoted an account Of
the crime from Paris paper.
"There's not doubt about it, Poor
old Jean Farades, my old friend! His
body is at the morgue now, poor old
chapw
"A good actor" thought Merseins.
During the rest of the evening
there was no more talk Of India. The
crime was the topic of conversation.
Each mar gave his own opinion
upon it.
Velizay scarcely spoke word. AS
the men were leaving he went over
to the cabman who had driven Mer-
seins to Saint-Jean and asked him II
he would be returning that night.
eff you want to catch the train for
Paris, you will have to leave here at
a a. M"
81 want to get to Paris as soon as
possible"
If Merseins had had any doubt
that this man was the murderer it
had now vanished. The crime was
discovered and the murderer was
submitting to the imperative wish to
see his victim once more.
At a a. m. Paul Mcrseins walked
out of the hotel and pushed his suit
case into the cab that was stationed
outside. The cabman looked at him
| in astonishment.
"Going back already ?" he asked.
"Yes, have finished my business"
| "There is room for two. See
here is forty frances"
Velizay made no remark to his
/ travelling companion beyond brief
good day. He seemed to be Of gay
| and careless nature and far less con-
cerned than he had been the night
before.
| He began to whistle softly as the
cab drove off. Then he settled him
: self comfortably and dropped off into
sound sleep. Merseins began to
+, fear that perhaps his man had no in
tention of going to Paris and that he
would try and escape to Spain.
IF that's his game I'll have him
arrested at the frontier" he thought;
but the man continued on to Bor-
deaux and from there took ticket
for Paris. En- route Merseins sent a
telegram to M. Beaulieu's private ad-
dress, which he had learned before
leaving the city. The message was
worded:
Jacques Velizay, the man sus-
pected of the murder Of Jean Fa-
rades, will reach Paris tomorrow
morning on the Bordeaux express.
, He is about thirty, dark, mustache,
wears a gray travelling suit, and car
ries a dark leather suitcase"
+, The two men were in the same
compartment from Bordeaux to
Paris: During the journey Velizay
slept. He made remark to his fel-
sleep for the last three nights.
When the train reached Paris four
men were standing on the platform
scrutinizing each carriage as it slow
ly passed them.
As soon as the door opened one Of
the men approached Velizay and
touched him on the shoulder.
"Is your name Jacques Velizay?" ?"
he asked quietly.
eyes, that is my name. What do
you want?"
II want you," replied the man. IT
arrest you as an accomplice in the
murder of Jean Farades."
The accused stared in amazement
as the four men surrounded him. At
| first he seemed unable to speak, then
his anger burst forth. He had no
intentions of submitting quietly. He
struck out with his fists and landed
"a blow on the nose Of the man who
had first spoken.
"You imbecilesw he cried. "So
you think / am murderer, do you ?
That's coming bit too strong"
If there had been only the four
men to make the arrest, they would
have had hard time, but the rail
way porters ran forward and lent q
hand to the police. In spite Of the
young Southerner's valiant attempt
to defend himself, he was soon over
powered and the handouts slipped
over his wrists.
"Who are you I would like to
know?" he said to the man who was
wiping the blood from his face.
/ am police lieutenant" said the
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