The Washington times., 1922-10-22
NDRU MASTER CRIMINAL STUMBIES INTO POLICE NET AS HE
BUYS TRNKETS FOR THE ONE WOMAN HE LOVED AND SPARE


hands firmly upon his shoulders.
while handouts were being locked
upon his wrists by q third man.
Half distracted. I demanded Of the
strangers the reason my lover was
arrested. but they merely told me,
politely, to put on my hat and coat
and accompany them. ! was stag
sered. but I obeyed them auto
matically. srasped my hat,
threw on my coat, and. with my
hair, still undressed. entered a
motor car which had drawn up at
the door. and into which Lucien
had already been bundled"
Then she went on to relate how
on the. way she again demanded.
why her lover had been arrested.
"Ah. madame" replied one OF
the detectives, when you, know
what this individual has done you
viii have no further pity or any
COMMUNICATION for himr' 81.
she sat astounded. Her dear
Lucisn" sat opposite her. hand.
cuffed.
"what have you done. dearesti"
she demanded Of him. Speak,
impiors you"
The great criminal remained
silent. Not . muscle Of his face
trembied. He was now like .
marble status--as mademoiselle de-
scribsd him--and that was his atti-
tuds during the great ordeal Of his
trial.
At last he smiled and replied:
do not distress your dear little
self. my darling. It II really
nothing-only . great mistake"
But why7" demanded Mademoi-
sells eagerly.
REFUSED TO TALK.
He made no answer. His deep.
set eyes sased out of the window
- the car rushed through the
streets Of Paris, just alive in the
early morning.
At last the car pulled up, and
Madsmoiseile realised that they
were at the headquarters of the
brigade mobiie"-the detective
bureau Of Paris. Entering. they
passed along several corridors,
until at last the amazed girl was
shown into a bare official room,
while her lover was taken to an
other. In that grim. gray room q
thousand thoughts confused the
poor girls brain. All had been 30
sudden and unexpected. What
could Lucien have done that he
should be arrested In such q man.
ner?
Her lover was. she knew. In the
next room. 80. presently she crept
on tiptoe out into the corridor.
The door was ajar.
The hard. clear-spoken words
she heard were:
you understand now. Henri De-
sire Landru, the charges against
you! You are accused Of murder
ing four womenr'
Poor Mademoiselle Sesret. on
hearing this accusation. staggered
back to the other room. half faint
ing. She was kept there until
3 o'clock, and then she accompan.
led two inspectors of the Suret
back to the fiat.
There they made q thorough
search Of the place. but discovered
nothing very incriminating, though
from certain letters. they were able
to establish that Lucien Outlet
was actually the mysterious Mon
sieur Dupont, "the sire Of Gam
bais."
GIVES HER LAST KISS.
Back to the bureau Of the
brigade mobile" in the Rue Gref.
fulhe. Mademoiselle went with the
inspectors. ana there she was al
lowed to have an interview with
the great love-criminal. who gave
her his last kiss. In doing SO, he
murmured to her in . low tone
and with a sad smile. the words:
"Adieu., notre petite table~
Next day the whole world was
agoa The Friedmanns and other
relatives Of Landru's victims were
called, and all identified him as the
great lover. Dozens Of women,
whose names were suppressed by
the police at their urgent request.
identified him as answering their
matrimonial advertisements and
robbing them.
Within ten days II was proved
that he was an expert thief and
swindler, and that he lived by rob.
bing women. often in the most
mean and despicable way. He
preyed mostly on widows, and,
after pretending to love them, he
robbed them. and left them. with