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CHAPTER IV.
M. Desbriero dow began the investi
gation. He questioned the porter and
portress, while he studied the salon in
detail. Bernnrdct reamed about, exam
ining at very close range each and every
object in the room as a dog sniffs and
scents about for a trail.
“What kind of u man was your lodg
er ?” was the first question.
Monicbe replied in a tone which
showed that he felt that his tenant had
been accused of something.
“Oh, M. le Commissaire, a very
worthy man, I swear it. ’’
"The licit man in the world," added
his wife, wiping her eyea
“I am not inqniring about his moral
qualities,” M. Desbriero said. “What
I want to know is, how did he live and
whom did he receive?”
“Few people. Very few,” the porter
answered. "The poor man liked soli
tude. He lived hero eight years. He re
ceived a few frie ids; but, I repeat, a
very small number.”
M. Rovere had retired the apartment
In 1888. He installed himself in his
rooms, with his pictures and books. The
porter was much astonished at the num
ber of pictures and volumes which tbs
new ledger brought. It took a loug time
to settle, as M. Rovers was very fastid
ious and personally superintended the
banging of his canvases and the placing
of his hooka He thought that he rnubt
have been on artist, although ho said
that he was a retired merchant. He had
heard him say one day that be had been
oonsnl to some foreign country—Spain
or South America.
He lived quite simply, aithongh they
thought that be must bo rich. Was he
a miser? Not at all; very generous, on
the contrary, but plainly ho shunned
the world. Ho had chosen their apart
ment because it was in a retired spot,
far from the Parisian boulevards. Four
or five years before a woman, clothed in
black, hod oomo there—a woman who
seemed still young. He had not seen
her face, which was covered with a
heavy black veil. She had visited M.
Rovere quite often. He always accom
panied her respectfully to the door
when she went away. Once or twice he
bad gone out with her in a carriage
No, he did uot know her name. M. Ro
vere’s life was regulated with military
precision. Hi usually hold himself up
right. Of late sickness had bowed him
somewhat. He went out whenever he
waa able, going as far os the Bois and
back. Then, after breakfasting, he shut
himself up in his library and read and
wrote. Ho passed nearly all of his evon
ngs at home.
“He never made us wait up for him,
as be never went to the theater, ” said
Moniche.
The malady from which ha suffered
and which puzzled the physicians had
seized him on his return from a summer
sojourn at Aix-les-Bains for his healtu.
The neighbors had at once noticed the
effect produced by the cure. When he
went away, be bad been somewhat trou
bled with rheumatism, but when lie re
turned he was a confirmed sufferer,
fcince the beginning of Septemlx-r lie
had not been out. receiving no visits,
except from his doctor, and spending
whole days in his ousy chair or upon liis
lounge, while Mme. Mouiche read the
dally papers to him.
"Wheu I say that he saw no one, ”
said the porter, “I make a mistake
There was that gentleman” —
And he looked nt his wifa
“What gentleman?”
Mme. Moniche shook her head, as i.
he ought not to answer.
“Of whom do yen speak?” repeated
the commissary, looking at both of
them.
At this moment Beruardet, standing
on tho threshold of the library adjoining
the salon, looked searchingly about tho
room in which M. Rovrro ordinarily
spent bis time, and which he had prob
ably left to meet bis fate. His ear was
l>.s quick to hear ns his eye to see and as
he hoard tho question he softly ap
proached and listened for tho answer.
"What gentleman and what did he
do?" asked tho commissary a little
brusquely, for ho noticed a hesitation to
reply in both Mouiclie and his wife.
“Well, and what does this racac?"
“Oh, well, 41. le Oommissaire, it is
this—perhups It menus nothing!” And
tho concierge weut on to tell how, one
evening, a very tino gentleman, and
very polished, moreover, had come to
tho house and asked to see M. Revere.
He had goue to his apartment ami had
remained a long time. It was, he
thought, about the middle of October,
and Mine. Monichc. who hud gone up
stairs to light the gas, met the muu is
ho wa* coming out of M. Itovere's rooms
and hail noticed ut the first glance the
1 troubled air of the individual—Moniche
already called the gentleman the “indi
vidual” —who was very pale and whose
eyes were rod.
[ Then, at some time or other, tho iu
! dividual bad made another visit to M
Bovero. More than once tho portress
had tr'rd to learn H-s name. Up to this
moment she had ui.s succeed..".. One
day she asked M. Bovero who it .•■->,
and he very shortly asked her what ’ .usi
nesp. it was of hers, h’ 'Vd not ins -
hut sho vat-bed the . . . virtual with a
vugne and at
"In cinct, in ’sicnr; f.y irEt’uti .
me”
IIOMEU. GA., THURSDAY. JANUARY 27, 1898.
“Enough,” ihterruptetl M. uesonere.
“If we had only instinct to guide us,
we should make some famous blunders. ”
“Oh. it was not only by instinct,
monsieur I”
“Ah, ahl Let ns hoar it”—
Beruurdet, with his eyes fastened up
on Mme. Moniche, did not lose a sylla
ble of her story, which her husband oc
casionally interrupted to correct or to
complete a statement or to add some
detail. The corpse, with mouth open
and fiery, ferocious eyes, seemed also
to listen.
Mme. Moniche, as we already know,
entered M. Rovire’s apartment when
ever she wished. She was bis landlady,
hi* .reader his friend. Rovere was
brusque, hut ho was good. So it was
nothing straugo when the woman, nrged
by curiosity, suddenly appeared in his
rooms, for him to say: “Ah, you here?
Is that you? I did not call you. ” An
electric bell connected the rooms v ; *h
the coueiergo 10-Jgo. Usually - wor !
reply, “I thought 1 heard the boil.
And she would profit by the occasion to
fix up the fire, which M. Eovere, busy
with his reading or writing, had for
gotten to attend to. She was much at
tached to him. She did not wish to hav
him suffer from the cold, and recently
bad entered as often as possible, under
one pretext or another, knowing that
he was ill, rnd desiring to be at hum
in case of need. Wheu one evening
about eight days before she hrd entered
the room, while the visitor, whom Mo
niche called tne individual, was there,
the portress had been astouithcu to see
the two men standing before Bovere i
iron safe, tho door wide open and botJ.
looking at some papers spread out ou
tho desk.
Rovere, with his sallow, thiu face,
was holding some papers in his hand,
and the other was bent over, looking
with eager eyes at—Mine. Moniche had
seen them well—some rent rolls, bills
and deeds. Perceiving Mme. Moniche,
who stood hesitating on the threshold.
M. Rovere frowned and mechanically
made a move as if to gather up the scat
tered papers. But the portress said,
“Pardon. ” and quickly withdrew Only
—ah, only—she had time to see, to sea
plainly the iron safe, the heavy doors
standing open, the keys hanging from
the lock, and M. Rovere in his dressing
gown, the official papers, yeHov - and
blue, others bearing seals and a ribbon,
lying there beforo him. He seemed in
a bad humor, but said nothing. Not a
word.
“And the other one?”
Tho other man was us pale ns M Ro
▼ere. He resembled him, moreow. He
was, perhaps, a rolative. Mme Moniche
had noticed the expression with which
he contemplated those papers and the
fierce glance which ho cast at her when
me pushed open the door without know
ing what sight awuited her. Shu had
gone down stairs, but she did not at
once tell her husband about wbat “h
had seen. It >ufc some time afterward
The individual had come ngain. He re
mained closeted with M. Rovere for
gome hours. The sick man was lying on
the lounge. The portress had lieurd
them through the door talking in low
tones She did not know wbat they
*iid. She oould hear only a murmur,
and she had very good cars, too, but she
heard only confused sounds, not one
plain word. Wheu, however, the visitor
was going away she heard Rovere say
to him, ” I must tell all sooner or later. “
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which weighed heavily upon him and
which he shared with that other? And
the other—who was he? Perhaps an oc
oomplice. Everything she had said be
longed to the commissary of polioe and
to the press. 8h had told her story with
omissions, with timorous looks, with
sighs of doubts and useless gestures.
Beruardet listened, noting each word,
tho purposes of this portress, the melo
dramatic gossip in certain information
In which he verified the precision—all
this was engraven on his brain, as ear
lier in the day the expression of the dead
man’s eyes had been reflected in the
kodak.
He tried to distinguish as best he
could the undeniable facts in this first
deposition, when a woman of the peo
ple, garrulous, indiscreet, gossiping and
sealous, baa the joy of playing a role.
He mentally examined her story, with
the interruptions which her husband
made when sbo accused the Individual.
He stopped her with a look, placing his
hand on her arm and said: “One must
wait. One does not know. He had the
appearance at a worthy man. ’ ’ The wo
•**. r—/
Jf. Hovcre mechanically made a move ae
if to gather up the scattered papers,
man, pointing ont with a grand gesture
the hotly lying upon the floor, .said,
‘‘Oh, well, and did not M. Rovere have
the appearance of a worthy man also,
and did it hinder him from coming to
that?”
Over Bernardet's face a mocking lit
tie smile passed.
‘‘He always had the appear,ince of £
worthy man,” ho said, looking at the
dead man, “and be even seemed like a
worthy man who looked at rascals with
courage. lam certain,” slowly added
the oflicer, “that if one could know the
last thought in that brain which thinks
no more, could soe in those unseeing
eyes the last image upon which they
looked, one would learn nil that ueec
be known about that individual oi
whom you speak and the manner of hi
death. ”
"Possibly he killed himself,” said
the commissary.
But the hypothesis of suicide was not
possible, as Bernardet remarked to him,
much to the great contempt of the re
porters who were covering their note
books with a running handwriting and
with hieroglyphics. The wound was
too deep to have been made by the
man's own hand. And besides they
would llnd the weapon with which that
horrible gash had been made near at
hand. There was no weapon of nny
kind near the body. The murderer had
either carried it away with him in his
flight or ho had thrown it away in some
other part of the apartment. They
would soon know.
They need not even wait for an nu
topsy to determine that it was an assas
sination. “That is evident,” interrupt
ed the commissary. "The autopsy will
be made, however. ’ ’
And with an insistence which sur
pised the commissary a little Bernardet
in courteous tones, evidently haunted
by one particular idea, begged and al
most supplicated SI. Desbriero to send
for the attorney for the republic, so that
the corpso could be takeu as soon as
possible to the morgue.
“Poor man,” exclaimed Mine. Mo
nielio. “To tho morgne! To the
morgue!" Bernardet calmed her with a
word.
“It is necessary. It is the law. Oh,
M. le Oommissaire, let ns do it qniek
ly—quickly. I will tell you why. Time
will ho gained—l mean to say saved —
and the criminal found.”
Then while M. Deshriere sent an offi
cer to tho telephone office to ask for the
attorney for tho republic to come as
quickly ns possible to the Boulevard de
Clichy, Mmo. Moniche freed her mind
to the reporters in regard to some phil
osophical considerations upon human
destiny, which condemned iu so unfore
seen, so odiously brutal a manner a
good lodger as respectable as M. Ro
vero to lie laid upon a slab at the
morgne, like a thief or a vagabond—he
who went out but seldom, and who
■‘loved his home so much. "
“The everlasting antithesis of life, ”
replied Punl liodier, who made a note
of his reflection.
CHAPTER V.
Some time passed before the arrival
of the attorney, and through tho closed
Venetian blinds tho murmurs of the
crowd collected below could be heard.
The commissary wrote his report on the
corner of a table, by the light of a sin
gle caudle, uud now and then asked for
some detail of Beruardet, who seemed
very impatient. A heavy silenco had
fallen on the room. Thoso who a short
time before had exchange'll observations
iu loud tones since the commissary bad
finished with Mina Moniche had drop
pod their voices and spoke in hnsbed
Ames, as if they were in a sickroom.
Suddenly a bell rang, sending shrill
notes through the silent room. Beruar
dt't remarked that no doubt the attorney
bud arrived. Ho looked at his watch, a
simple silver Geneva watch, bat which
he prized highly—a present from his
wif>—and murmured:
•‘There is yet lima" It was, in fact,
the attorney for the republic who came
in, act .mpanied by tho eiamining mag-
I strafe, M. Glnory, whom criminal*
called “the vise, ’’ because he pressed
them so hard when he got bold of them.
M. Oinory was in tho attorney’s office
when the officer bad telephoned to M.
Jacqnelin des Andrays, and the latter
had asked him to accomjiany him to the
scene of the murder. Bernardet knew
them both well. Ho bad more than once
been associated with M. Andraya He
also knew M. Oinory os a very just, a
very good mnn, aithongh he was much
feared, for while searching for the
truth of a matter he reserved judgment
of those whom ho had fastened in his
vise. M. Audreys was still a young
man, slender and correct, tightly but
toned up in his redingote, smooth shav
en, wearing eyeglasses.
The red ribbon in his bnttoubolc
seemed a little too large, liko a rosette
worn there through coquetry. M. Gl
nory, on the contrary, wore clothes too
Urge for him; his necktie was tied as
if it was a black cord; bis hat was half
brushed; he was short, stout and Ban
guine, with his little suubuose, and his
mouth, with its heavy jaws. Ho seemed
beside the worldly magistrate like a
sort of professor or savant or collector,
who, with a leather bag stuffed with
books, seemed more fitted to pore over
somo brochures or precious old volumes
thau to spend his time over musty law
documents. Robust ami active, with his
AS years, he entered that bouse of crime
as an expert topographist mukes a map
and who scarcely needs a gnide, even in
an unknown country. He went straight
to tbe body, which, as we have said, lay
between the two front windows, and
both be and M. Andrays stood a mo
ment looking at it, taking in, ns bod
the others, all tbe details which might
serve to guide them in their researches.
The attorney for the republic asked the
commissary if ho had made his report,
anil the latter handed it to him. He
read it with satisfied nods of his bead.
During this time Beruardet had ap
proached M. Oinory, saluted him and
asked for a private interview with a
glance of his eye. Tho examining mag
istrate understood what he meant
“Ah, is it you, Beruardet? You wish
to speak to me?”
“Yes, M. Oinory. I beg of you to get
the body to tho dissecting room for tbe
autopsy ns soon as possible.’’ He had
quietly and almost imperceptibly drawu
the magistrate away toward a window,
away from the reporters, who wished
to hear every word that waa uttered,
where he had him quite by himself in
a corner of the room near tho library
door.
“Tliere is an experiment which mnst
be tried, monsieur, and it ought to
tempt a man like you,” be suid.
Bernardet knew very well that pains
taking even to a fault, taken with any
new scientific discoveries, with a recep
tive mind, eager to study and to learn,
M. Giuory would uot refuse him any
help which would aid justice. Had not
the Acudemy of Moral and Political
Sciences crowned the year before M
Oinory ’shook ou "The Duties of a Mag
istrate to tho Diseoveriea of Science?"
The word “experiment" was not said
in order to frighten M. Uiuory.
“What do you mean by that, Ber
nardet?” the magistrate asked. Ber
nnnlet shook his bead as if to intimate
that tho explanation was too long to
give him there. They were not alone.
Eome one might bear them. And if a
journal should publish the strange prop
osition which he wished to—
“Ah, ah,” exclaimed the examining
magistrate, “then it is something
strange, your experiment?”
“Any magistrate hut you would think
it wild, unreasonable or ridiculous,
which is worse. But you—oh, Ido not
say it to flatter yon, monsieur," quick
ly added the i>olice officer, seeing that
this praise troubled this man, who nl
ways shrank from it. “I speak thus be
cause it is the very truth, and nny one
else would treat me as crack brained
But you—no. ”
M. Uiuory looked curiously at the
little muu, whose attitude was humble
and eveu supplicating and seemed to
seek a favorable response, and whose
•yes sparkled ami indicated that his
idea was no common one.
“What is that room there?” asked M
Ginory, pointing to tho half open li
brary door.
"It Is the study of M. Kovere—the
victim” —
“Let us go in there, ” said M. Ginory.
Iu this room no one could hear them.
They ceuld speak freely. Oil entering
tho examining magistrate mechanically
cast his eye over tho books, stopping ut
such and such a title of a rare work,
and, seating himself in a low, easy
chair covered with caramauie, he made
a sign to tho police officer to speak.
Beruardet stood, hut iu band, in front
of him.
”M. le Juge, ” Beruardet began, “1
beg your pardon for asking you to grant
me an interview, hut allowing for the
difference iu our positions, which is
very great, I am, like you. a scholar —
ie ry curious 1 shall never belong to the
jistitute, and you will” —
“Goon, Beruardet.”
"Anil you will belong to it, M. Gi
nory, hut I strive also, in my lower
sphere, to keep rny.Alf an couraut with
all that is said and with all that is writ
ten. I was in the service of the acad
emy when your beautiful work was
crowned, and when tho perpetual secre
tory spoke of those magistrates who
knew how to unite the love of letters
with a study of justice 1 thought that
lower dow'u, much lower down, on the
ladder, M. le Jtige, he might hare also
searched for and found some men who
studied to learn and to do their best in
doing their duty. ”
“Ah, 1 know yon, Bemardctl Your
kief has often spoken of you. ”
“1 know that M. Leriebe is very good
to me, but it is not for me to boast of
that 1 wish only to inspire confidence
iu you because what 1 w ish to say to
you is so srrauge—so very strange”
Beruardet suddenly stopped. ”1
know,” he began, “that If I were to say
to a physician whnt 1 aui about to say
to yon he would think I ought to be
shut up iu Bt. Anne, ad yet lam not
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