Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1904-07-02 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

POST-CARD. .;.‹.  It had boon my privilege to spend a morning "behind the scenes" at the Morgue, to see the marvellous process by which persons concerning the manner of whose death there is a mystery, or who have been u.ndoubtedly murdered, are preserved by the process of refrigeration. In the ghastly Columbarium of the "little Done building by the Saone" there rest soores of bodies of men and women which are waiting for the law to arrest the murderer and confront him with the victim. Some have been dead for months, some for years, but all have retained the appearance they presented at the time they breathed their last.  I had seen some of the most oelebrated oases, and was turning to leave the ioe chamber of death when the assistant Greffier, to whom I had pre'anted a cordial letter of introduction from a distinguished polioe official, told me that a murdered woman had but a fe* moments preNiously been brought in. As she had a domicile, and was known, the body would not be exposed behind the OW% for the public gaze. I went into the room reserved for the oonfrontion of the suspected murderer with his victim in the presence of Justice, and saw there the body of a young woman. The unfortunate girl was dressed as she had been found, stabbed to the heart in a dark part of the Champs Elysees.  Only her hat had been taken off, and lay beside her Directly I looked at the poor girl I gave a Cry of surprise. "I am sure I have seen her before," I exclaimed.  "Very likely," said the official. "She has been singing every evening for the last three weeks in a Revue at one of the open-air cafe coneerts in the Champ Elysees."  "I have been to none," I replied; "I only arrived in Paris two days ago from Switzerland. My imprestsion is that I have seen her in London."  " That may be. I suppose he was a professional singer, and may have appeared at your halls. All the information our police have obtained at present is that she was Italian, speaking French fluently, that a month ago she applied to a dramatic and musical agent here, who heard her sing, and, Liking her voice and appearance, got her an engagement at the cafe concert, where she made—so far as he knew— her first appearance in Paris." "The face is absolutely familiar to me."  "In that case," said the official, "you should communicate with the police at once. You may help them."   That afternoon I went to the police, but the information I could give them was of little value. All I could say was that I was sure I had met the girl who had been known ae Mademoiselle Marie Marietta.  For a week the case was a sensation of the Boulevards. The whole affair was mysterious. Mario Marietta—probahly a name assumed for professional purposes had come no one knew whence, and taken a room in a hotel garni about six weeks previously. She had with her very little luggage. One large basket trunk, such as theatrical people use, contained her wardrobe. After the origagement her circumstances improved; she took a small aPartnient in a better part of Paris, Where she lived quietly and modestly 'alone.An her clothes were marked amply M. There was no maker's