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Could not distinguish what was said. The shrill voice was that of an Englishman—is sure of this. Does not understand the English language, but judges by the intonation. Heard the voices in question. Distinguished several words. The speaker appeared to be expostulating.

Could not make out the words of the shrill voice. Spoke quick and un- evenly. Thinks it the voice of a Russian.

Corroborates the 15 general testimony. Is an Italian. Never conversed with a native of Russia. By 'sweeps' were meant cyl- indrical sweeping brushes, such as are employed by those who clean chimneys.

These brushes were passed up and down every flue in the house. There is no back passage by which any one could have descended while the party proceeded up stairs. The body of Mademoiselle L'Espanaye was so firmly wedged in the chimney that it could not be got down until four or five of the party united their strength.

They were both then lying on the sacking of the bedstead in the chamber where Mademoiselle L. The corpse of the young lady was much bruised and excoriated. The fact that it had been thrust up the chimney would sufficiently account for these appearances.

The throat was greatly chafed.

There were several deep scratches just be- low the chin, together with a series of livid spots which were evidently the impression of fingers.

The face was fearfully dis- colored, and the eye-balls protruded. The tongue had been par- tially bitten through. A large bruise was discovered upon the pit of the stomach, produced, apparently, by the pressure of a knee. In the opinion of M. Dumas, Mademoiselle L'Espanaye had been throttled to death by some person or persons un- known. The corpse of the mother was horribly mutilated. All the bones of the right leg and arm were more or less shattered. The left tibia much splintered, as well as all the ribs of the left side.

Whole body dreadfully bruised and discolored. It was not possible to say how the injuries had been inflicted. A heavy club of wood, or a broad bar of iron—a chair—any large, heavy, and obtuse weapon would have produced such results, if wiel- ded by the hands of a very powerful man. No woman could have inflicted the blows with any weapon. The head of the de- ceased, when seen by witness, was entirely separated from the body, and was also greatly shattered.

The throat had evidently been cut with some very sharp instrument—probably with a razor. Dumas to view the bodies. Corroborated the testimony, and the opinions of M. A murder so mysterious, and so perplexing in all its particulars, was never before committed in Paris—if indeed a murder has been committed at all. The police are entirely at fault—an unusual occurrence in affairs of this nature. There is not, however, the shadow of a clew apparent.

Roch—that the premises in question had been carefully re-searched, and fresh examinations of witnesses instituted, but all to no purpose.

A postscript, however, mentioned that Adolphe Le Bon had been arrested and imprisoned—although nothing appeared to crim- inate him, beyond the facts already detailed.

Dupin seemed singularly interested in the progress of this af- fair—at least so I judged from his manner, for he made no com- ments. It was only after the announcement that Le Bon had been imprisoned, that he asked me my opinion respecting the murders. I could merely agree with all Paris in considering them an in- soluble mystery. I saw no means by which it would be possible to trace the murderer. The Parisian police, so much extolled for acumen, are cunning, but no more.

There is no method in their proceedings, beyond the method of the moment. They make a vast parade of measures; but, not unfrequently, these are so ill adapted to the objects proposed, as to put us in mind of Mon- sieur Jourdain's calling for his robe-de-chambre—pour mieux entendre la musique.

The results attained by them are not un- frequently surprising, but, for the most part, are brought about by simple diligence and activity. When these qualities are un- availing, their schemes fail. Vidocq, for example, was a good guesser and a persevering man. But, without educated thought, he erred continually by the very intensity of his invest- igations.

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He impaired his vision by holding the object too close. He might see, perhaps, one or two points with unusual clear- ness, but in so doing he, necessarily, lost sight of the matter as 17 a whole. Thus there is such a thing as being too profound.

Truth is not always in a well. In fact, as regards the more im- portant knowledge, I do believe that she is invariably superfi- cial. The depth lies in the valleys where we seek her, and not upon the mountain-tops where she is found. The modes and sources of this kind of error are well typified in the contempla- tion of the heavenly bodies.

To look at a star by glances—to view it in a side-long way, by turning toward it the exterior por- tions of the retina more susceptible of feeble impressions of light than the interior , is to behold the star distinctly—is to have the best appreciation of its lustre—a lustre which grows dim just in proportion as we turn our vision fully upon it. A greater number of rays actually fall upon the eye in the latter case, but, in the former, there is the more refined capacity for comprehension.

By undue profundity we perplex and enfeeble thought; and it is possible to make even Venus herself vanish from the firmanent by a scrutiny too sustained, too concen- trated, or too direct. An inquiry will afford us amusement," [I thought this an odd term, so applied, but said nothing] "and, besides, Le Bon once rendered me a service for which I am not ungrateful.

We will go and see the premises with our own eyes. I know G——, the Prefect of Police, and shall have no difficulty in obtaining the necessary permission. This is one of those miserable thoroughfares which intervene between the Rue Richelieu and the Rue St. It was late in the afternoon when we reached it; as this quarter is at a great distance from that in which we resided.

The house was readily found; for there were still many persons gazing up at the closed shutters, with an objectless curiosity, from the opposite side of the way. It was an ordinary Parisian house, with a gateway, on one side of which was a glazed watch-box, with a sliding panel in the window, indicating a loge de concierge.

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Before going in we walked up the street, turned down an alley, and then, again turning, passed in the rear of the building—Dupin, meanwhile examining the whole 18 neighborhood, as well as the house, with a minuteness of atten- tion for which I could see no possible object. Retracing our steps, we came again to the front of the dwell- ing, rang, and, having shown our credentials, were admitted by the agents in charge.

We went up stairs—into the chamber where the body of Mademoiselle L'Espanaye had been found, and where both the deceased still lay.

The disorders of the room had, as usual, been suffered to exist. I saw nothing bey- ond what had been stated in the Gazette des Tribunaux. Dupin scrutinized every thing—not excepting the bodies of the vic- tims. We then went into the other rooms, and into the yard; a gendarme accompanying us throughout.

The examination occu- pied us until dark, when we took our departure. On our way home my companion stepped in for a moment at the office of one of the daily papers. It was his humor, now, to decline all conversation on the subject of the murder, until about noon the next day.

He then asked me, suddenly, if I had observed any thing peculiar at the scene of the atrocity.

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There was something in his manner of emphasizing the word "peculiar," which caused me to shudder, without knowing why. But dismiss the idle opinions of this print. The police are confounded by the seeming absence of motive—not for the murder itself—but for the atrocity of the murder. They are puzzled, too, by the seeming impossibility of reconciling the voices heard in contention, with the facts that no one was discovered up stairs but the assassinated Ma- demoiselle L'Espanaye, and that there were no means of egress without the notice of the party ascending.

The wild dis- order of the room; the corpse thrust, with the head downward, up the chimney; the frightful mutilation of the body of the old lady; these considerations, with those just mentioned, and 19 others which I need not mention, have sufficed to paralyze the powers, by putting completely at fault the boasted acumen, of the government agents. They have fallen into the gross but common error of confounding the unusual with the abstruse.

But it is by these deviations from the plane of the ordinary, that reason feels its way, if at all, in its search for the true. In investigations such as we are now pursuing, it should not be so much asked 'what has occurred,' as 'what has occurred that has never occurred before. Of the worst portion of the crimes committed, it is probable that he is innocent.

I hope that I am right in this supposition; for upon it I build my expectation of reading the entire riddle. I look for the man here—in this room—every moment.

It is true that he may not arrive; but the probability is that he will. Should he come, it will be necessary to detain him. Here are pistols; and we both know how to use them when occasion demands their use. I have already spoken of his abstract manner at such times. His discourse was addressed to myself; but his voice, al- though by no means loud, had that intonation which is com- monly employed in speaking to some one at a great distance.

His eyes, vacant in expression, regarded only the wall. This relieves us of all doubt upon the question whether the old lady could have first des- troyed the daughter and afterward have committed suicide. I speak of this point chiefly for the sake of method; for the strength of Madame L'Espanaye would have been utterly un- equal to the task of thrusting her daughter's corpse up the chimney as it was found; and the nature of the wounds upon 20 her own person entirely preclude the idea of self-destruction.

Murder, then, has been committed by some third party; and the voices of this third party were those heard in contention. Let me now advert—not to the whole testimony respecting these voices—but to what was peculiar in that testimony. Did you observe any thing peculiar about it? You have observed nothing distinct- ive. Yet there was something to be observed. The witnesses, as you remark, agreed about the gruff voice; they were here un- animous. But in regard to the shrill voice, the peculiarity is—not that they disagreed—but that, while an Italian, an Eng- lishman, a Spaniard, a Hollander, and a Frenchman attempted to describe it, each one spoke of it as that of a foreigner.

Each is sure that it was not the voice of one of his own countrymen. Each likens it—not to the voice of an individual of any nation with whose language he is conversant—but the converse. The Frenchman supposes it the voice of a Spaniard, and 'might have distinguished some words had he been acquainted with the Spanish. The Dutchman maintains it to have been that of a Frenchman; but we find it stated that 'not understanding French this witness was examined through an interpreter.

The Englishman thinks it the voice of a German, and does not un- derstand German. The Spaniard 'is sure' that it was that of an Englishman, but 'judges by the intonation' altogether, 'as he has no knowledge of the English. The Italian believes it the voice of a Russian, but 'has never conversed with a native of Russia.

A second Frenchman differs, moreover, with the first, and is positive that the voice was that of an Italian; but, not be- ing cognizant of that tongue, is, like the Spaniard, 'convinced by the intonation. You will say that it might have been the voice of an Asiatic—of an African.

Neither Asiatics nor Africans abound in Paris; but, 21 without denying the inference, I will now merely call your at- tention to three points. The voice is termed by one witness 'harsh rather than shrill. I said 'legitimate deductions;' but my meaning is not thus fully expressed. I designed to imply that the deductions are the sole proper ones, and that the sus- picion arises inevitably from them as the single result.

What the suspicion is, however, I will not say just yet. I merely wish you to bear in mind that, with myself, it was sufficiently for- cible to give a definite form—a certain tendency—to my inquir- ies in the chamber. What shall we first seek here? The means of egress employed by the murderers. Madame and Mademoiselle L'Espanaye were not destroyed by spirits.

The doers of the deed were material, and escaped materially. Then how? For- tunately, there is but one mode of reasoning upon the point, and that mode must lead us to a definite decision. Let us exam- ine, each by each, the possible means of egress. It is clear that the assassins were in the room where Mademoiselle L'Espanaye was found, or at least in the room adjoining, when the party ascended the stairs.

It is then only from these two apartments that we have to seek issues. The police have laid bare the floors, the ceilings, and the masonry of the walls, in every direction.

No secret issues could have escaped their vi- gilance. But, not trusting to their eyes, I examined with my own. There were, then, no secret issues. Both doors leading from the rooms into the passage were securely locked, with the keys inside.

Let us turn to the chimneys. These, although of or- dinary width for some eight or ten feet above the hearths, will 22 not admit, throughout their extent, the body of a large cat. The impossibility of egress, by means already stated, being thus ab- solute, we are reduced to the windows.

Through those of the front room no one could have escaped without notice from the crowd in the street. The murderers must have passed, then, through those of the back room. Now, brought to this conclu- sion in so unequivocal a manner as we are, it is not our part, as reasoners, to reject it on account of apparent impossibilities. It is only left for us to prove that these apparent 'impossibilities' are, in reality, not such.

One of them is un- obstructed by furniture, and is wholly visible. The lower por- tion of the other is hidden from view by the head of the un- wieldy bedstead which is thrust close up against it.

The former was found securely fastened from within. It resisted the utmost force of those who endeavored to raise it. A large gimlet-hole had been pierced in its frame to the left, and a very stout nail was found fitted therein, nearly to the head. Upon examining the other window, a similar nail was seen similarly fitted in it; and a vigorous attempt to raise this sash, failed also.

The po- lice were now entirely satisfied that egress had not been in these directions. And, therefore, it was thought a matter of su- pererogation to withdraw the nails and open the windows. The murderers did escape from one of these windows. This being so, they could not have refastened the sashes from the inside, as they were found fastened;—the consideration which put a stop, through its obviousness, to the scrutiny of the police in this quarter.

Yet the sashes were fastened. They must, then, have the power of fastening themselves. There was no escape from this conclu- sion. I stepped to the unobstructed casement, withdrew the nail with some difficulty and attempted to raise the sash. It res- isted all my efforts, as I had anticipated.

A concealed spring must, I now know, exist; and this corroboration of my idea con- vinced me that my premises at least, were correct, however mysterious still appeared the circumstances attending the 23 nails. A careful search soon brought to light the hidden spring. I pressed it, and, satisfied with the discovery, forbore to up- raise the sash. A person passing out through this window might have reclosed it, and the spring would have caught—but the nail could not have been replaced.

The conclusion was plain, and again narrowed in the field of my investigations.

The assassins must have es- caped through the other window. Supposing, then, the springs upon each sash to be the same, as was probable, there must be found a difference between the nails, or at least between the modes of their fixture. Getting upon the sacking of the bed- stead, I looked over the head-board minutely at the second casement. Passing my hand down behind the board, I readily discovered and pressed the spring, which was, as I had sup- posed, identical in character with its neighbor.

I now looked at the nail. It was as stout as the other, and apparently fitted in the same manner—driven in nearly up to the head.

To use a sporting phrase, I had not been once 'at fault. There was no flaw in any link of the chain. I had traced the secret to its ultimate result,—and that result was the nail.

It had, I say, in every respect, the ap- pearance of its fellow in the other window; but this fact was an absolute nullity conclusive us it might seem to be when com- pared with the consideration that here, at this point, termin- ated the clew.

The rest of the shank was in the gimlet-hole where it had been broken off.

The frac- ture was an old one for its edges were incrusted with rust , and had apparently been accomplished by the blow of a ham- mer, which had partially imbedded, in the top of the bottom sash, the head portion of the nail. I now carefully replaced this head portion in the indentation whence I had taken it, and the resemblance to a perfect nail was complete—the fissure was invisible.

Pressing the spring, I gently raised the sash for a few inches; the head went up with it, remaining firm in its bed. I 24 closed the window, and the semblance of the whole nail was again perfect. The assassin had es- caped through the window which looked upon the bed.

Drop- ping of its own accord upon his exit or perhaps purposely closed , it had become fastened by the spring; and it was the retention of this spring which had been mistaken by the police for that of the nail,—farther inquiry being thus considered unnecessary. Upon this point I had been satisfied in my walk with you around the building. About five feet and a half from the casement in ques- tion there runs a lightning-rod.

From this rod it would have been impossible for any one to reach the window itself, to say nothing of entering it. I observed, however, that the shutters of the fourth story were of the peculiar kind called by Parisian carpenters ferrades—a kind rarely employed at the present day, but frequently seen upon very old mansions at Lyons and Bourdeaux.

They are in the form of an ordinary door, a single, not a folding door except that the lower half is latticed or worked in open trellis—thus affording an excellent hold for the hands. In the present instance these shutters are fully three feet and a half broad. When we saw them from the rear of the house, they were both about half open—that is to say, they stood off at right angles from the wall. It is probable that the police, as well as myself, examined the back of the tenement; but, if so, in looking at these ferrades in the line of their breadth as they must have done , they did not perceive this great breadth itself, or, at all events, failed to take it into due consideration.

In fact, having once satisfied themselves that no egress could have been made in this quarter, they would natur- ally bestow here a very cursory examination. It was clear to me, however, that the shutter belonging to the window at the head of the bed, would, if swung fully back to the wall, reach to within two feet of the lightning-rod. It was also evident that, by exertion of a very unusual degree of activity and courage, an entrance into the window, from the rod, might have been thus effected.

Letting 25 go, then, his hold upon the rod, placing his feet securely against the wall, and springing boldly from it, he might have swung the shutter so as to close it, and, if we imagine the win- dow open at the time, might even have swung himself into the room.

This may be the practice in law, but it is not the usage of reas- on. My ultimate object is only the truth. My immediate purpose is to lead you to place in juxta-position, that very unusual activ- ity of which I have just spoken with that very peculiar shrill or harsh and unequal voice, about whose nationality no two per- sons could be found to agree, and in whose utterance no syllab- ification could be detected.

I seemed to be upon the verge of comprehension without power to compre- hend—men, at times, find themselves upon the brink of remem- brance without being able, in the end, to remember. My friend went on with his discourse. It was my design to con- vey the idea that both were effected in the same manner, at the same point.

Let us now revert to the interior of the room. Let us survey the appearances here. The drawers of the bureau, it is said, had been rifled, although many articles of apparel still remained within them. The conclusion here is absurd. It is a mere guess—a very silly one—and no more. How are we to know that the articles found in the drawers were not all these drawers had originally contained?

Madame L'Espanaye and her daughter lived an exceedingly retired life—saw no 26 company—seldom went out—had little use for numerous changes of habiliment. Those found were at least of as good quality as any likely to be possessed by these ladies.

If a thief had taken any, why did he not take the best—why did he not take all? In a word, why did he abandon four thousand francs in gold to encumber himself with a bundle of linen? The gold was abandoned. Nearly the whole sum mentioned by Monsieur Mignaud, the banker, was discovered, in bags, upon the floor. I wish you, therefore, to discard from your thoughts the blunder- ing idea of motive, engendered in the brains of the police by that portion of the evidence which speaks of money delivered at the door of the house.

Coincidences ten times as remarkable as this the delivery of the money, and murder committed with- in three days upon the party receiving it , happen to all of us every hour of our lives, without attracting even momentary no- tice.

Coincidences, in general, are great stumbling-blocks in the way of that class of thinkers who have been educated to know nothing of the theory of probabilities—that theory to which the most glorious objects of human research are in- debted for the most glorious of illustration. In the present in- stance, had the gold been gone, the fact of its delivery three days before would have formed something more than a coincid- ence. It would have been corroborative of this idea of motive.

But, under the real circumstances of the case, if we are to sup- pose gold the motive of this outrage, we must also imagine the perpetrator so vacillating an idiot as to have abandoned his gold and his motive together. Here is a woman strangled to death by manual strength, and thrust up a chimney, head downward. Ordinary assassins employ no such modes of murder as this. Least of all, do they thus dispose of the murdered.

Think, too, how great must have been that strength which could have thrust the body up such an 27 aperture so forcibly that the united vigor of several persons was found barely sufficient to drag it down!

On the hearth were thick tresses—very thick tresses—of grey human hair. These had been torn out by the roots. You are aware of the great force necessary in tearing thus from the head even twenty or thirty hairs together.Heard the voices in contention. The prose involves the interview of a man who may be a prisoner, a patient or something else altogether, while the visuals follow the surreal journey of the dolls.

It is a mere guess—a very silly one—and no more.

The Face 86 - June 5 Pages, Here are pistols; and we both know how to use them when occasion demands their use. Passing my hand down behind the board, I readily discovered and pressed the spring, which was, as I had sup- posed, identical in character with its neighbor.

Each player chooses a luck number. At the first dawn of the morning we closed all the messy shutters of our old building; lighting a couple of tapers which, strongly perfumed, threw out only the ghastliest and feeblest of rays.

Murder, then, has been committed by some third party; and the voices of this third party were those heard in contention. Cinema Magazine 8 - December 4 Pages,