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A Night Adventure.
The Detective's Story.
ABOUT half-past seven in the evening,
toward the full of the year 1844, two
men were seated at table Balzac, the host,
Vidocq, the guest.
Said the latter: "M. do Balzac, why do
you tax your imagination for fiction when
you can get reality, before your eyes, close
to your ears, under your hand ?"
" You believe in reality ? I'm delighted.
I did not imagine you so innocent. 'Tia
only we novelists who create reality and
make it visible. Whenever any one comes
to me with M. de Balzao, I've got a splen
did subject for you,' I know before hearing
it that it's worthless. If the subject is
good there are no details; if the details aro
excellent there Is no subject. No reality
only half a fnct."
" But I can give you one."
"Complete?"
" Complete."
Ah 1' '
And Vidocq commenced: "On the 14th
of December, 1834 or '35, a fearfully cold
night, I was on duty at the prefecture do
Police. The room in which my colleagues
and myself were stationed opened on to the
staircase leading to the offices of Monsieur
le Prefet. The glass in the upper part of
the door was rendered almost opaque by the
condensed moisture which had settled on it;
but about 1 o'clock I noticed two shadows
Hit past, and opening the door I saw two
women, a lady and her servant, the former
dressed in full evening costume. This puz
zled me. What could a lady want, one
hour after midnight, with the Prefect of
Police? Strangely dressed, too; the flowers
in hei hair put in at haphazard; her hair
hardly even looked as if it had been comb
ed, and beneath her rouge, (for she had
used some, although she was very young
and marvelously beautiful, ) her face was
ghastly palo. But what struck me as being
the most extraordinary in this strange toil
et was, that while on the one foot she wore
a black boot, the other was protected by
it white sutiu slipjssr.
On my asking what brought her thero,
the lady, without even stopping or looking
round, answered curtly that she wanted) to
speak to Monsieur le Prefet, and before I
was able to reply that he could not be seen
ut such an hour of the night, the door of
the magistrate's apartment was opened and
the lady entered; it was closed again imme
diately, and the servant, thus left alone on
the stair-case accepted my invitation to
come into the room I had just left. Al
though her dress was not as strange as that
of her mistress, she was equally excited,
and in the few words she spoke in answer
to me I noticed a nervous trembling which
was not caused by eold alone.
But let us see what was taking place
meantime hi the PrefeVs apartments. Af
ter au exceptionubly heavy and fatigueing
day's work, he had gone to bed at midnight,
giving strict; orders that he was not to be
' awakened till 8 o'clock on any pretext
whatever; and uch orders were never
known to bo disobeyed. The buzzier, as
tonished that both the sentinel and the
porter had allowed these two women to en
ter, desired to know the object of the lady's
visit.
" To see Monsieur le Prefet."
"Impossible."
The lady stormed, entreated, threatened
but all iu vain, till at last tearing off her
peail necklace and diamond beelets, he
thrust them excitedly Into Pere Caron's
Land, crying:
"Ten thousand francs twenty thousand
I don't know, more or less. But now,
go!" '
Ho went; how could ho resist ? Timor
ously he set about his task and at last suc
ceeded; while the Magistrate irritated and
savago at being thus disturbed, sprang up
in bed with a sudden bound.
"Scamp! scoundrel!" he stormed.
" What were your orders ?"
"A-a-alady, sir," stammered the unfor
tunate huissicr.
"Wcll,evon then ?"
"Most urgent and important reasons,
sir."
"A lady at this hour and in such
weather ! Let her go to the devil!"
"The lady knows Monsieur le Prefet?"
"Of course who doesn't? But sufficient;
I want to sleep; and the next time you dis
obey my orders you march. Now go."
The huissicr retired crestfallen; but the
lady was not to bo discouraged. "No
must not 1h) allowed to fall asleep again,"
she urged. " Run back at onco "
'No, Madame," interrupted Pere Caron.
" I should lose my place, and I have a wifo
and children to support."
" Is that all ?" cried the lady. " If you
lose your post through me I promise on my
honor that you shall have au annuity of
two, three, four thousand francs settled on
you and your family. Take these, as earn
est;" and handing him two thousand francs
in notes, she continued: " Tell Monsieur le
Prefet that to-morrow, at the Tuilories,
Louis Philippe, King of France, will
thank him for what he does for me to night."
The words, "King," "Tuilcrics," "four
thousaud francs annuity," whirled through
Caron's head as he again confronted his
master, whose rage this timo was almost
uncontrolable.
" What is the woman's name?"
"She has not told me, Monsieur."
" Fool that you are ! go and ask at ouco;
and if this business be not finished in three
minutes, you past the rest of the night in
the cells."
The Uuly, however, would not disclose
her name, and the huissicr gave himself up
for lost; but the Prefet, struck by this
strange persistence of a nameless lady, who
dared to promise the King's gratitudo, felt
that the case must be an extraordinary one,
aud at last decided to give way.
" If tlio lady won't give her name, ask
her then to seud it under seal," was the re
sult of his deliberation.
With a deep-drawn sigh of relief, the
strange visitor acceded to this request, and
inclosed her card in a scaled envelope. The
PreTet started up In astonishment when he
saw the name, and after a second glance to
assure himself that he had read aright he
turned to Caron:
" Show the lady Into my private office
quick ! and with the greatest dofcrencc."
It was the Countess Holone do B , ono
of the most remarkable women of Louis
Philippe's reign, distinguished by her
beauty and elevation of mind; ono of those
women who rightly or wrongly, were con
sidered to carry iu the folds of their dresses
tho fate of Ministries nny, even war or
peace.
Tho Prefet, on joining tho Countess, at
tempted to excuse himself but tho lady
gave him no timo for explanations, for her
caso was too pressing to allow of formali
ties. Her voice broken and quivering, she
thus addressed him:
" Sir, I have como to you because he
cause a dreadful misfortune has happened
to me, such as no other women has ever
known so dreadful, you can form no idea.
Monsieur, save me ! You can you must,"
she gasped with a despairing cry. " You
know that my husband left for Bordeaux a
week ago."
"The magistrate inclined his head, and
the lady, after making a great effort to
subdue tlio involuntary tremor in her voice,
continued her story: "During his absence
she had been visited by a person, a young
man, whom she became acquainted with
ut the Austrian Embassy. Iler husband,
whose passions would sometimes border on
a delirious frenzy, had noted the attentions
of this Hungarian officer, who, although
she did not encourage him, would continue
his visits during her husband's ubseuoe,
sometimes even late, very late, in the even
ing. That very evening M. do Kails (such
was the officer's name) would insist on see
ing her homo, much against her will, for
her husband a return was to be expected
every hour; and then occurred that fatal
event." This word let loose the flood of
sorrow so long pent up, and the Countess,
loosing all control over her feelings, buried
her face iu her hands aud sobbed forth pas
sionately.
" He was uiy lover, my love;
This confession placed the Magistrate
more ut his caso. Ho knew now what was
wanted saw exactly what had happened
at least ho thought so; unexpected arri
val of the husband, surprise of the lovers,
duel already fought or to bo fought, aud
the lady flying to him for his assistance in
order to thwart her husband's revengo or
at least to prevent tho scandal from becom
ing known, but he was wrong. Iler hus
band had not even come back, asserted tho
Countess. -
" Then what is that dreadful misfortune?"
asked the Prefet ironically. "No one
wounded no one killed?"
" Neither killed nor wounded, do you
say, Monsieur le Prefet ? Wounded there is
none as yet; but dead there aro two first,
myself, (for I shall never survive this,) and
then ho who is now iu my carriage?"
" lu your carriage?"
" Yes, M. de Kails; ho died two hours
ago in my house, and bis corpse is now bo
low in my carriage."
At your house ? assassinated ? a
corpse .
No, no; not murdered, tliauk Uod ! He
died from a sudden rush of blood to tho
head while he was with me with mo ! Oh !
it is horrible, terrible, that I should have
to think of my reputation, my honor, my
worldly name, of that world that will soon
know all, of my huriband's honor, when I
would be alone with my soriow, my tears,
and the dear one who is dead ! But no, that
cannot be; and to you I have como for help.
You can you must asssist me."
'How, Madame, how? My resources are
not inflnito. A case so unparalleled what
can I do?"
You must !" cried tho Countess, rising
and speaking with tho authority partly of
a powerful and influential woman, partly of
one who implores, " till you have devised
somo means I do not leave this place. Sure
ly you of tho secret police "
" It is impossible, Madame, impossible !"
In threo hours my husband will be hero."
Tlio Prufet rose and rang tho bell.
" Thero is but ono man in Paris, nay, I
might say, in tho world, who can snvo you,
and I have called him. Will you confide
in him tell him all ?"
" You answer for his secrecy ?"
"Yes."
"Then let him como."
As soon as I entered the room tho Prefet
nddresscd me brusquely: " Vidocq, a groat
personage, died suddenly, a few hours ago,
at Mndamo's house."
" Very good, M. le Prefet; wo will say he
died n sudden death."
"Madanie's husband is away, but re
turns to-night."
"At what hour?"
"Any moment."
" Then wo may as well say he ha re
turned." ".lust as well. The body of the young
man is below in Madame's carriage," con
tinued tho Prefet. , . , ,
I wailed, listening.
".You must get rid of this mau for us."
" Which one ? Husband or lover ?"
"The dead man," said the Prefet, curtly.
I understood well enough, but the joke
was too much for mo. Then," I said,
"that will be a more difficult affair. It's
easy enough to get rid of a living man; but
a dead one ah !" but let me see; you wish
me to spirit away, before daylight, tho
corpse in Mine, la Comtesse do B.'s car
riage ?"
The huly started. " You know me ?"
" I havo that honor, Madame. Now,
there is one way of getting rid of this
corpse."
"And that is?"
" What do you say, Madame, to the body
being found in the streets this morning,
about three or four o'clock, pierced with
several dagger wounds ?"
" Assassinated ?"
" Yes, Madame. Three stubs iu the
stomach and one iu tho heart; It shall be
well done. The body is found; nothing on
it, not even watch or rings murdered by
thieves. Great excitement for twenty-four
hours; Inquest, which will end in nothing,
and in a week the whole affair forgotten."
"Murdered!" , .
. " But since he is dead, Madame, where
is the crime or wrong to stub him ?"
"Enough?" cried the Countess, hor face
buried in her hands; "enough, Monsieur,
enough. Horrible, horrible it can never
be; never !"- v
I could not understand her; but some
people are delicate, you see. What ran
oue do ? ,
" Then what do you say, Madame, to the
body disappearing suddenly from the face
of the eartli, to that even the most rigorous
search should fail to recover it ? It should
never be found."
" Then thero should be no bnrial?"
" Burial, Mudamo burial ? Ah 1 if Mad
ame desires tho luxury of a burial, my
plan is useless."
" But how would you hide it?"
"That is my business."
" Oh ! no I must know."
" Believe mo, Madame; you had better
not. Docs the surgeon show his saw to the
patient whose limbs he is going to ampu
tate? Nay, Madame, do not seek to control
my actions, let me choose my own expedi
ents ; what can it matter so long as yon are
set free? and therefore, Madame, tell mo if
my second offer Is accepted."
"No."
On receiving this sharp and docided an
swer I took my hat and moved toward tho
door, but, on seeing this, tho Countess gave
a quick, sudden cry of pain, that mado me
turn round involuntarily, and in doing so
I caught tho Prefet's eye. He signed to me
to remain.
"Oh ! Monsieur," exclaimed the Countess,
"imagine somo other means, I conjure you.
My life and my honor are in your hands."
Had it not been out of respect for my
chief, I should have disregarded the lady's
scruples altogether, and have caused the
body to be thrown into the Seine, with a
hundred weight of stones fastened to it.
As it was, 1 saw that I was master of tho
position, and thus addressed tho Countess:
" Plcaso give mo M. Karl's address."
" What, is that necessary?"
"Indispensable."
"She gave it to mo.
" Now, Madame, In a few minutes 1 hope
to have finished my task successfully."
"And how? No stabbing, no dreadful
disappearance."
" None whatever, since you wish it so.
Everything will be done in the most siraplo
manner, your reputation uucompromised,
and M. Kai ls' body treated with as groat
respect as though it was under his father's
roof. In a quarter of an hour the corpse
will be in M. Kails' own room, and you
Madame, will in live minutes, bo in
your own carriage, frco from the dreadful
burden it now contains."
"Ah, Monsieur ! how can I thank you?
How can my gratitude equal tho service
you do mo ?"
She took me by tho hand as though sho
would crush it to pieces it was oue of tho
finest moments of my life."
Although I spoke with such assurance to
tlio l on n toss, i will not ueny that 1 was
not without uneasiness, and intimated to
the huly that we had done with the Piefet's
private office, and that our next scene of
uction would be the street.
Before leaving the room she turned
around to the Magistrate, and, pressing her
hand closely to liar heart, she bade him
trust iu her us he would in God. The Pere
Caron, who was waiting with lights in tho
ante-chamber, she spoke iu passing:
- " You shull not bo forgotten, Monsieur,
all that I have promised shall be done.'
Descending the grand stuircaso, I stopped
at the door of the room whero I had left
the servant, who now joined us with the de
light of a prisonsr sot free. .
"Honorine," said the Countess, "all
goes well, but we have to finish."
"Ah! yes to finish."
While the two went on a little in advance,
I called out one of tho most intelligent iu.
spectors, and told him, as concisely as I
could, what had to be done.
The coachman was asleep, and the prill
cipal object in view was to get the dead
body out of the carriage without his know
ing what had taken place. But how to do
so if he should, be awake ?
" We shall see," said tho officer; " we
shall soon see."
"If he does not sleep," 1 answered, "he
must sleep."
" Of course he must one way or another."
"The devil!" I cried; "not the other
way; no, not."
Following the two women, we crept along
In the shadow of the houses. Tho driver
was fust asleep.
While the officer run buck to tell the la
dies thoy might advance, I opened the car
riage door, got out the dead body, and
placed him at full length in the shadow of
the parapet which runs along tho Qua! dee
Orfevres, wedging hira firmly with a couple
of stones, for the pavement was sloping.
He was a magnificent man, six feet or six
feet one, at least; fair, elegant, and such
clothes, such linen ! All this was done in
the tw inkling of an eye. The two ludlos
had now arrived, but they could hardly
crawl along; they were worn out, and more
like shadows than human beings, and could
not even get into the carriage without as
sistance. Such fright, such terror in their
downward looks, as they took their places
without uttering a sound !
" Monsieur,4' said the countess to me,
seizing my arm with a force that left the
imprints of her nails ; you promise me that
tho body shall not bo outraged ?"
" I swore, Madame, that In a quarter of
an hour M. de Kails should be in his own
bed; he will be there."
And, bowing to the ladies, I closed the
door with a "terrific bung, and then jumping
upon the wheel, I woke the coachman.
" You sleepy scoundrel," I cried " can't
you hear the ladies? They've been calling
out to you to start for more than a quarter
of an hour."
" All right, all i ight," he muttered, gath
ering up the reins. " Whereto? whero to ?"
" Home, of course, you idiot Hue Belle-
chasse."
The carriago dashed olf at full speed, the
horses feet striking nre from the stones in
their mad gallop; a few minutes later and
all was quiet.
Without loss of time, I led the inspector
to the place where I had put the (lead man,
and, raising him up, we placed his arms
within our own, and carried him away as
though he was dead drunk; but, although
we were both strong men, it was with the
greatest difficulty that we could keep from
slipping as we mado our way to tho Pont
Neuf. My idea was this: Pout Nouf is a
vast thoroughfare, into which all the prin
cipal streets empty thomselves, aud where
it is impossible for any ono to say with
certainty from which part of Paris the way
farer may have come. From the city, from
the Faubourg St. German, from tho Greve
or from the Faubourg St. Jaques, he can
not say. I further iutonded to throw off
the scent any ulterior search as to whero
M. do Karls hud passed the night; hence
my choice of the Pont Nouf. As soon as
wo arrived opposite tlio Placo Dauphiue, I
decided to stop and wait for tho first pass
ing cub; and any ono who knows Paris can
easily imagino that wo had not to wait long.
As soon as wo heard the sound of wheels,
I told tho Inspector to imitate tho singing
of a drunken man, and to do so us well as
be could in a German jargon. I had hardly
given tho order, when he burst forth in
splendid stylo with an Alsi-tian drinking
song, in which I joined us heartily as one
could wish, and in such a manner that tho
approaching cabman could not fall to think
us both intoxicated. As soon as the cab
camo within a fow yards of us I cried out,
" Hero, my man, can you take this gentle
man home; wo've neither timo, nor aro we
sober enough to do it oursclvos ?" Without
waiting for an answer, I opened the door
and thrust in the dead body, not being very
particular, you may imagine, whether ho
was seated comfortably or not, and bunging
the door to, gave the driver five francs for
his journey, and told him the address:
" Hue St. Florentine, first largo house on
the right, and look alivo." And he did,
while we struck up our song again, as two
drunken men will when they part from a
companion.
The trick was done.
When tho cabman got to his journey's
end ho was not at all astonished to find his
fare fast asleep; but, experiencing very
great difficulty iu awakening him, he began
to think something must be wrong, and
rang tho bell fierce ly. The door was open
ed; the potter and his wife came out, recog
nized M. de Karls at once, although his face
was still more drawn and disfigured, aud iu
a few moments the whole household was
up, in a dreadful state of dismay and con
sternation. The drivor examined by M. de
Karls valet, told all he knew; the gentleman
was completely drunk when he was put In
to the cab off Pont Nouf by two other gen
tlemen hardly less intoxicated, who wont
off singing as soon as they had put him in;
that was all; everything.
The dead man was carried upstairs to his
room and laid on his bed so that I had
kept my word to the Countess ; whilo next
day the papers mentioned the unfortunate
death of M. de, Karls, a young man of
uoble fumily, who wus seized with apoplexy
while going homo iu a cab. What took
place on the Countess' return home I can
not tell you, for I never beard ; but a few
days after, she was obliged to attend the
funeral service in the Madeleine, owing to
the Count's official relation with the Aus
trian Embassy.' What a torture it must
rave boen to her? Obliged to appear calm
and indifferent , not during to weep or to
pray, while her whole soul went out in
sorrow to the beloved dead.
CONCLUDED OX BttCOND PAOB.