Denton and Haughton Examiner, etc. — 1886-12-25 (Denton, Greater Manchester, England)

TALE OF HORROR. The horrible murder case at Barnes came on the other day before the Assires at Privas, in the Department of Ardiiche. The prisoners were only two In number —namely, Jean Faure and Marie Planchet.. his , wife—their accomplice, Jacques Planchet% brother of , the woman, and who was formerly a policeman in I Paris, having lately committed suicide in prison. I These people lived at a place called Barnes, and by a 1 curious coincidence they are the descendants of the landlord of the Auberge des 'Furors, a terrible inn which arriCtrA about 50 years ago. In this diabolical . hostelry travellers were frequently murdered, as in the notorious inn described by Dumas in Monte Cristo." i ; Jean Lauren man 57 years old, was a small farmer in . ' the district. With him lived his brother Claude, an older man, who had amassed a small sum of money, In July last Claude Faure suddenly disappeared from the scene, to the surprise of the ! country folk in the neighbourhood. Suspicion soon fastened on the farmer and Ins wife, who were in too greet a:hurry to take possession of the little 1 property left by 'their brother. The gendarmes went ! to the house at Barnes, where they found the door of ; Claude,' room open, and looking out of a window they raw the woman hiding the keys under a stone. I Making 'parches around the neighbourhood they dug up from a small .plot of potatoes some human remains in a state :of decomposition. A few days after portions of a man's skull, upper jaw, and abdomen were found in the crevices of a lofty rock, situated at mom distance from llamas. These fragments were picked out of what seemed to be a heap of pulverised human banes and debris. The suspected persons were arrested and strenuously denied their guilt but owing to the accumulation of proof against them they gave in. Jean Faure and the en. policeman Planeher, his brother.in-law, said that on the night of the murder they waited for Claude to I leave the kitchen and come out into the yard, which 1 he had to cross in order to go up to his room. I The woman Faure gave her husband a ! crowbar, with which he smote the victim I on the skull and stretched him dead. They ! removed the body to a stable, where Jean cut it up ! with a hatchet, a saw, and a knife. AM wife col- 1 lected the portions together, boiled them inn pot. and ! gave them to the pigs. The animals gorged them- I selves with the hun an remains until they turred away in disgust from the trough. What they left was i buried in the dunghill, whence the police withdrew : it. On the same evening the woman made the family soup in the pot used for the awful purpose described, and did so without even having cleansed it from the ghastly grease which clung to its sides. The hearing I of this horrible ease drew a large crowd to the Courthouse in the morning. The woman PSALM had to be supported by the gendarmes, as OW is still suffering from the effects of on attempt to commit suicide by ; throwing herself over the prison stairs. Jean Faure, in reply to the judge, said that he slew his brother, after having been made drunk by his wile and Planchet.. The woman refused to say anything, and ' murmured now and then, "It is not true," aS the dying depositions of the es.policemon Plancher were read out in Court—Doily Telegraph.