The Warwickshire Herald. — 1893-10-12 (Birmingham, West Midlands, England)

THE WIFE MURDER IN PARIS.  The assassin of Madame Dalby, says a Paris correspondent, was no other than her husband. Two detectives discovered that Emile Dalt)y had left his work for an hour on the evening of the crime, and had returned in a state of supprcas il but manifest excitement. On being sharply crossquestioned the wretched Ina,, acknowledged his guilt. Jealousy, he added, was the cause of the murder. Ile had received anonymous letters ing his wife of being the mistress of a comincrcial traveller. The last letter gave the hour at which a rendezvous was fixed. He ruslisd home, a although Madame Dalby was alone, she eventmlle c,iitessed that she had been unfaithful to him. Ile first tried to strangle her, and then, holding his infant, five months old, in his I ft hand, strtic;: her unmercifully with a heavy candlestick till si,!• fell back dead. To divert suspicion he took away the umney from a drawer, and after having washed his hands and changed bis clothes returned to tins workshop. As an illustration of the way in which criminal investigations are conducted in France, the manner in which he was entrapped into confessing his cri...e is (the Standard correspordent thinks) worth d•scribing. One of the police officers appointed D get up the case coaxed Dalby into accompanying him to the Police-office, as they would be more comfortable there than in the room where the murdered woman lay. When there the following dialogue took place. "Eh bits! Dalby. We know who killed your wife."—" Indeed '."—"Yes, and you know him too."—"Nothing of tile kind; you are insulting me in my I ereavement." "Cow," taking Dalby's hand,and in a tone of goo-nature: compassion, "look here, Dalby. I, too, am • married man, and have children. Well, if any cla. I happened to discover that my wife had a love, —an that was your case, you know—l si,uld mmt hesitate to kill her, and would not think I had donanything wrong."—" You know, then, that or wife was unfaithful,and you think the court wed. take my provocation into account at the moment o my ciime ?"—"Undoubteoly. A man is not assassin because he avenges his honour as a band." Dalby then made a full confession, but U.• jealousy, which no doubt led to the crime, •• believed to have been entirely unfounded.  Captain R. B. Young, who the other day on a sudden emergency had his interpreting power severely and successfully put to the test by th Richmond magistrates (in the cause eilibre of rli Indian oculists) enjoys the almost unique positio of being one of the very few Caclishmen Wil' possess a perfect colloquial familiarity, not onl. with eunjaubee Hindustani, but t;u4erati, 'Emu!. and Cingalise—not to say anythitie of European Languages other than his own. lhirty rare of eventful life have been spent in India arm Ceylon. and he was wounded in the Mutiny wlieu are tie regiment (3rd Bengal Light Cavalry) at Feiczepere in 11357.—50 n.  William Osmonde, a soldier, committed suicide at Croydon on Thursday night by blowing b., brains eut with a revolver.  As others see on. The Earl of Dunraven, says a leading' New York contemporary, "is not verbose. What he says, however, is to the point. His manners and ideas are those of a thorough sportsman, not those of a mere patron of sport. He does not. nay Ye know, and B' Jove.' He speaks in a p—fectly natural way in modified English. is • good man for Anglomaniaca to meet. Unless they knew v.lio he was, they would be likely to take. him fur an American. He is the, right sort of a man to race for the America Cup, and if his yacht is the better he is the right sort of man to win ?qv-. Cup." That is by no means unkindly, but "modified English" is good.  Yr. W. A. Clouston has written a "History of Hieroglyphic Bibles," which will shortly be pubhailed in Glasgow.  The :mune publisher issues as the new volume of the Chilcren s Library "The Pope's Mule sad other stories from Daudet."  The Queen has accepted a copy of Masers. Cameron and Smith's book, "Lord Tennyson and his Friends," which was published on Friday, the anniversary of the poet's death,