Page Six.
THE CAUCASIAN.
I Thursdav, January 30, 1913.
TRUTH ABOUT THE CASE
The Experiences of M. F. Goron, Ex-Chief
of the Paris Detective Police
Edited by Albert Keyzer
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ES, sir; my mistress left
borne yesterday afternoon
at four o'clock to call on
Mme. Meiser, where she
stayed till nine In the eve
ning; and from that mo
ment I have not heard of
her. I sat up all night, and
Brune, the dog, never left
off howling. I am certain
something has happened."
Two big tears ran down
her wrinkled face.
"How long have you been with Mme.
Servois?" I asked.
"Twelve years. I came to her a
few days after her husband died. This
morning at ten I became so nervous
that I went down to Nogent-sur-Marne
to see Mme. Meiser; and when I
learned that my mistress was not
there I called on M. Edouard. But he
could give me no tidings of her."
"Who is M. Edouard?"
"Mme. Servois's nephew, or, rather,
one of her nephews. My dear, good
mistress! I am sure she has been
mu mur "
I Haw the woman was becoming hys
terical, and advised her to go homo,
promising to search for Mme. Servois.
I .learned that Mme. Servois was a
widow of about forty-five, comfortably
off, living in the Rue Labie, a quiet
Btreet leading from the Boulevard
Pereire. Her only relatives were two
nephews, the sons of her deceased sis- Marne.
It. Lippiucoli Cu t
ten, and was now going to call at an
other cafe where, perhaps, be might
have found "work."
This cafe, to which she conducted
me, was filled with smoke, and the
audience roared the refrain of a song
delivered by an elderly man with a
long red nose and laughing eyes. Aft
er a quick glance through the room,
my companion walked up to a table
occupied by five art students and
four girls comfortably squeezed to
gether. "Have any of you Been Auguste to
night?" asked Claire.
No; nobody had seen him. The
girl after a moment's silence turned
to me.
"I will make another try will you
come?"
The next place with which I was
very familiar was a third-rate night
restaurant. Somebody was presiding
over an old piano in the corner, but
the clatter of plates and the noisy
laughter drowned every other sound.
"I wonder wtiat has become of
him?" said Claire, "He is not here;
nor did I see him last night. I shall
wait here a little while."
As I was ordering refreshments, a
youth passed.
"Seen Auguste tonight?" Claire
called to him.
"No, nor last night. But I caught
sight of him yesterday at Nogent-sur-
He was walking down a pri
ms." I replied. 1 cannot give sc
pinion. Sinoe the day Mme. Metier
igttly or wrongly reeognlied the re
2iains as those of the missing woman
I faaTe had nothing bat supposition to
guide me."
At Mme. Servois bankers. I learned
that she kept her securities at home
in an Iron safe, and regularly with
drew the greater part of the sums
collected for her. Neither they nor
the lawyers had the faintest idea how
much money she had la her posses
sion, as she never volunteered any
statement; but they thought the
amount must be considerable.
I was growing Impatient. Thus far
no fact that could In any way assist
my search had been brought to light
Certain deductions k2 me to suppose
that Mme. Servois might have been
murdered, while at other moments I
was inclined to agree with Josephine
that the body found In the Fontaine
bleau Forest was not that of her mis
tress. But, In that case, what had be
come of her?
While I was groping my way
through this mist it was reported to
me. late one afternoon, that Auguste
had reappeared. He had gone back
to his old lodgings and paid the six
weeks' rent he owed. That same
evening at nine I entered the cafe
where I had first met Claire. Claire
was sitting at a little table opposite a
tall youth, who, even without the de
scription I had of him, I at once recog
nized by his likeness to Edouard.
But he, who had been portrayed to me
as shabbily dressed, wore a new suit
of well-fitting clothes, and now and
then looked down with evident pride
at the gold watch chain that adorned
his waistcoat I waited till it was
sttrsed. "yo3 are tntTeifed !a ktsewtre
what befell Mine. SrvcJa. ?be may
possibly have been tfcs victim of a
foul plot; and I ask you cow to r?iy
to my questions,"
i am sorry," he said, after a pac.
"I cannot oblige you. My business la
Nogcnt-sur-Marce was of a strictly
private nature, and had nothing to do
with my aunt's disappearance."
"You will. I am afraid, think as
very Indiscreet, If I ask you now how
It Is that you. who for the lajt threw
years have not had a fiTe-franc r !?
in your pocket, are all at one remark
ably Gush?"
He changed color, and watehfd m
a moment
"M. Goron." be at lat excising i. "I
have made a lucky troe; and. I r-i-'at,
it Is a private matter that dr
not concern any one."
"I have no rirht" I r tort el, "to pry
Into your a"a!rs; but you must ex
cuse me If I draw my own conclusions
from your attitude. I have no more
to say to you. Good night."
He moved toward the door, and then
suddenly turned around. ,
"M. Goron," he cried. "I have not
withheld any information from you.
because I have none to offer. But let
me give you some advice. Beware of
my brother. With his sanctimonious
airs, bo is an unprincipled black
guard!" I watched him cross the road, while
out of the darkness one of my men.
dressed like a laborer, emerged, and
shadowed him.
I was making no headway. There
were no tidings of Mme. Servois; the
body at the morgue had not been offi
cially identified. Mme. Mesler and
Josephine had nothing but lamenta-
Ys-
"And ytrj otaa ta sy 5t ! ttftr
thai stain yotj draw yosr ir.fr.rtrr?
I wttl i;!!a It all to yoa aSt I
tite rout 3 rcy deductieri rr tns.
Yen might tzi ttxraa now. ;?!t;s, a
Utile too suttle."
Tfcirtea days elapsed, as I tbeo
gat a of relief, for I had o!ed
my prch'eta. I st a mAC to
Aujr-t and he soon jst ta aa ar
Iwan. drerd ta another nw u!t
cf eIotb- M V , aatkms to hear
th mystery cleared tsp. tad uked to
tx r ret en t at th Interview,
"M Aurute. ! bjcn. "can yoa
g1r. m- sny tilings cf yoar a-ctT"
-No. !r"
"IWf th!f cot distress jcuT
"It do "
Then put your n!nd at ret Mme.
Servois Is in the bcU of health, and
went to lf.dcn with a yocng Kcriitb
rr.an. c&!i-J Jam Brijs. They
hav takn a furnished arartroent In
Baker itr-i. Would you Ilk to know
the number?
August gate a slight start.
'I don't rr.'r.J tc-tl'r.g you, M An
al lis 4 Zrm far. At4 as s6t
r sr c 19 4rra!x aayUlag ta
case ItTitft ? tx&'
" 'Tea heard, or co-sr. I rssa?ks4
to feisa. W Uram. SrU' 41$?'
- as 4 tu W.cry It ssJi4r
" Ye. sir.' t?t tae
ftzZ, CtCt8 s?-4 tt wcnjJ-4 b 3
t slt. afed ti.a: th 5!ic. Tjisc oa a
rosu: st, wcwi4 sewa Ur cf liir
rarch"
"Te. M. A- rsst," I s4 to tsat
youth. "It wm ym tr1f4 f fc5
ts. A t i ytni tin Ifcte4 Ts5'f to
ytmr as
C fit lr-
tr-rti-ait; rfs; 'a.:! 11. i I s -f.
sb sa!4 yoy ttr.er fcr ytmr
n rtM-r .! A cgv ',. I ta
afr!4 b r.ow itrik yJ ot of
tr tn' W!t Mrs SerscJs' !rde
s44res to. tr.y pot ".. It rest
u ruy I ne to c ;- of ray J"ct
Uni YarS r!ir-:t, a?.5 r-ied
prvtr.r I reply that at "Lai a34rr a
Mr Briers and a French t r
Tt!s Mr i?r!s ttry
to Eve. u i trainer's Sfcs'stafct ho
hd ccm- to Ix rdt ri In cr?s Sled
. , " . . 1 wur Dusiness I v.f-w c.:cier j in
s-uste. I continued, that, s'though of 1 . , . . . . . . n .
; fee v one cf ytur frirras; ara It s
quite etiVct that Mir Sfi! hd
late I haJ no r:iJ ci retarding
your aunt's fate. I nevertheless was
del'ghW. when, searching your apart
ment. I came upon the. truth."
"TLo collar'" cried M. F. ; "we
have at last come to It "
"Yes; wo have come to It The
crumpled collar was in a drawer hid
den behind a lot of handkerchief and
ribbons, "it wemed so out of place
that it attracts! my attention. 1 took
it up, and at the back di8covrrd a
slight sttin. which on careful exami
nation proed to have been cauised by
hair-dye.
ter. Auguste. the elder, a genuine vate road with a young chap who
Bohemian, having failed in various , looked like a jockey."
professions, took up painting and I "What on earth was he doing at
earned his living by drawing portraits ! Nogent-sur-Marne?" remarked Claire.
for one franc each in the cares in And I asked myseir tne same question.
Montmartro, where ho was well known, j remembering that Mme. Servois had
His younger brother, Edouard. was a not been heard of since she went to
stock-broker's clerk, ttoth visited their ( that place the day before,
aunt pretty regularly, especially Au- j Four days elapsed, and every morn
guste, who frequently applied to her ( ing and afternoon Josephine came to
for sranll loans. I was also informed me, to know whether I had any tid
that Mme. Servois had made a will ings of her mistress. Mme. Mesier
bequeathing them the bulk of her , and Edouard likewise called; but none
property. Mme. Servois entertained j of them could supply any clue. As to
very little; but, music-mad, was seen Auguste, who, as I discovered, lived
at every concert and matinee. Her j in a small bedroom on the sixth floor
closest friend was Mme. Meiser, and . in the Rue Houdon, he had not been
during the last two years the two had home for several days, nor had Claire
been inseparable. j seen him.
Josephine, the woman who came to This is how matters stood when on
me, had given me Edouard's address, the fifth day Paris was startled by the
and I asked him to call. He was a news of a horrible discovery in the
sickly youth, prematurely bnld, with j Fontainebleau Forest. A party of hol
an unpleasant rasp in his voice. He iday-makers had been picnicking in
could throw no light on the affair and the neighborhood c? Barbizon and had
confirmed Josephine's statement that I gone for a ramble, when, passing
his aunt's day was regulated by the ; through some bushes, two of them
clock. She always went to bed at , stumbled over a sack. They cut the
ten; and tbo fact of her having stayed rope with which it was tied, and be
out all night certainly looked Buspl- held the headless body of a woman.
C10US j I immediately went to Rarbizon to
"She may have met with an accl- : inspect the ghastly find. The head
dent," he eald "but I dread worse." j was absent, the arms and legs were
"What makes you suppose this?" J mangled beyond recognition, and ac-
He shrugged his lean shoulders, and cording to the medical evidence the
I repeated by question. criraf ha been committed a
"I don't know. It's a presentiment ' couple of days before. The skirt still
j LiUUg lu lUf uuuy. it whs a biirj
I material called, I think, foulard, of a
! dark blue color with little white dots
printed all over it.
My first thought, of course, was of
I have."
"Where Is your brother?" I asked.
I don't speak. His address is wher
ever he can obtain lodgings on tick.
Fou'll find him any night knocking
about La Butte. You don't need a
letter of introduction," he added, with
a chuckle.
I dismissed my unpleasant visitor
and an hour later saw Mme. Meiser,
Mme. Servois, and I begged Mme.
Mei?er and Josephine to assist me
in my investigations. The condition
of the body rendered identification
almost impossible, but Mme. Mesier
at once recognized the dress as hav-
a weiipreservea lasnmnauiy i.u . Josephine Bhook her head aBd de
woman with dazzling white teeth. j clared the whJte gpotg Qn her mJa.
Mme. Servois, she stated, had spent wro Mrfr
a few hours with her and had left her , . aa
1 DTTCai l A3 ATI 111 vT. KJ A UIVUW,
at about nine o'clock, making an ap
pointment to meet the following aft
ernoon. She was very much dis
tressed, and begged me to do all in
my power to discover her missing
friend.
"That young Edouard," I said, "did
not faeem very upset."
"I am not surprised," she retorted;
"he is a selfish little brute. My friend
always disliked him and preferred
Auguste, vagabond as he is."
"Having known Mme. Servois inti
mately, can you think why she should
have gone away?"
"No, I cannot. If there had been a
secret in Tier life she would have con
fided it to me. It seems extraorai
faary." I had already sent the exact descrip
tion of Mme. Servois to every police
commissary in the metropolis; and,
that same night after dinner, went to
Montmartro to have a talk with Au
guste. His brother had spoken the truth.
Auguste was well known in that part
of the town, and in less than a quarter
of an hour I ascertained where to find
him. It was in one of those quaint,
email cabarets which abound at Mont
martre, where for the price of a glass
of beer one can listen to recitations
and songs by talented, out-of-elbow
artists, to many of whom Montmartre
Is the first step on the ladder to fame.
Mile. Claire, a pretty girl with Clec
Merodlc hair, who sang some senti
mental ballads, was, I had been told,
Augusta's particular friend.
It struck eleven o'clock, and there
was no sisrn of Auguste. I saw Claire
omoii mom. whence she
tsuuci a
emerged with her hat and cloak and
tfton urnlked ranldly to the door.
t followed her. and asked where I
onM find Auguste. She replied that
she had been waiting for him since
not!" exclaimed
said Mme. Mesier.
"I swear it is
Josephine.
"Where did she buy the material, or
who made the dress?" I asked.
Unfortunately neither of them
knew. Mme Servois had the year
before made a tour through Germany
and had bought the costume there,
lost her hert to that youth. h4 taken
you Into her ronfiictir. 4. with
your assistance, r in a ay Hh h!nv
Why? That la the only i-oir.t tout
which I am rot quit certain Ya
tuirfct en!!jti.ien me?"
Ai.ut lookvd no tfcep'.sb that M
F. and I tuirtt out laurhk;j:
"I have. nc-tMr.c to add." rroane-d
Aurust "yu ferreted It all tut your
self. As to lh rfamtj why my aunt
was in uch a hurry to sway with
! Jimmy, that Is a oMnion you had
bter put to her When a woman of
her ajr low lr hart hi usually
lots her h-!d ; w-!l "
And he atriiked ut of th room.
Mmo SVro!n marri.! Mr. Urtrrs;
but left hhn x months later, after
j which r t!j-n'3 to !aria. Mrklnc
j consolation in r-li;1on. Khe bejuath
! ed her fortune to th Church and to
j charitable ins'itutions August and
j Edouard Inherited nnthlug.
WHAT IS THE HARDEST SH0T7
!
Golfing Experti Find It Hardto AQree
As to the Mcst DifTtcult Plays
on the Links.
It was sugRffted by Mark AUrlon
the other day that th most difficult
shot in golf Is tho full cli-f-k shot up to
the hol with the following wind.
Tfd Hay writes us that ho consider
"the most di.Hcult fhot is a full hot
up to the hole with a cl k, with the
ball lying on a hanging U and oa
hard ground "
C. H. Mayo hrta Fympathy for those
who find ptitting on sun baked green
an ordfal froi which they sdirlnk.
"Personally, I think." he writes, "that
the two-foot put Ih the hardest stroke
in the game, a o much de;nds on
It." He might have added that If the
put be downhill Its terrors are in
creased a hundredfold.
"The most difficult shot I know."
writes George Duncan, "Is a full ban
up to tbo hole with the wind blowing
i in from the back." Duncan does not
specify that the full phot is to be
made with a cleek nor does he make
Ray's stipulation about the kind of 11
and the nature of the ground,
j Mr. J. Lawrence C. Jenkins, the
I Scottish International and semi-finalist
In last year's Irish championship, re
plies: "One day, one shot; another
day, another shot" Ho points out
that it is difficult to give a straight
answer to the question, because "one
day you may be playing best the shot
you were worst at the previous day."
Pall Mall Gazette.
I AT ONCE RECOGNIZED HIM BY HIS LIKENE55 TO .EDOUARD
uoes your mistress dye her hatrr
I asked Josephine.
again Claire's turn to sing, and, walk
ing to his table, said:
"Good evening. I am M. Goron, and
am anxious to have a chat with you.
As it is too noisy -here will you como
with me to my office, where we can
smoke a cigarette?"
He gave a passing nod to Claire,
who was in the midst of her song,
The body was transferred to Paris ana we uiuve iuiuci w i
and exposed in the morgue, where- ture.
unon matters became still more com- "Do you know," I said, "that your
! plicated, for a farmer from Lisleux aunt, Mme. Servois, has mysteriously
recognized the dress as that of his sis- disappeared ana tna cer inenas are
ter, who had run away from her home concerned about her?"
a month ago; and a corn merchant in He nodded.
the Rue Vieille-du-Templo was equally "Do you likewise know that a worn-
ncittvA !! it hna heloneed to his i an'a maneled remains have Deen
Paris slang for Montmartre.
divorced wife. How, in view of these
conflicting statements, could I hope
to trace the murderer? I instructed
my chief assistant to follow up the
vague clues supplied by the farmer
and the corn merchant, and imposed
upon myself the task of discovering
whether there was a connecting link
betweeu Mme. Servois' disappearance
and the finding of the body.
The coincidence of Auguste having
been seen at Nogent-sur-Marne, the
day Mme, Servois called there on her
friend, had caused me to have his
lodgings watched night and day. But,
thus far, he had not turned up there
nor at his favorite haunt, where Claire
was still waiting for him every night
I next saw Mme. Servois lawyer, who
was very anxious about his client
"Young Edouard," he said, "has al
ready been to see me several times.
He knows that in the event of his
aunt's death he will inherit a large
share of her property, and his
thoughts seem to run more on the
money than on the fate that may
have befallen her. M. Goron, do you
really think that the body found is
hat nf Mme. Servois?
In the face of all these contradio-
found near Barbizon, and that Mme.
Mesier firmly believes they are those
of your aunt?"
He nodded again.
"Knowing all this," I continued.
"how is it that you should have se
lected this moment to vanish in an
inexplicable manner?"
He cleared his throat and said:
"I was compelled to absent myself
on an Important matter.
"What matter?"
"That's my business. Why do you
ask?"
"I will tell you that later. Where
did you go?"
"That's also my business."
"Do you know whom your aunt
went to see the day she disappeared?"
'Tes, she went to see Mme. Mesier."
"How do you know?"
"I read it in the papers."
"Where were you that day?
"Why do you ask?"
"Because you, too, were at Nogent-
sur-Marne. and I thought that you
might give me some information about
Mme. Servois movements.
He blew a cloud of smoke and re
mained silent
"Wor mora reasons than one, I re-
tions to offer; and Auguste had man
aged to entangle the affair still more
by imparting to it another mysterious
note. Thus far with me everything
was hypothesis, and my only chance
of finding a clue was to make a thor
ough inspection of Mme. Servois'
apartment
The day following, at two in the
afternoon, I drove with M. F. , the
examining magistrate, to the Rue
Labie. M. F. 's secretary accom
panied us. It was a cosy, well-furnished
apartment the pictures and
ornaments bespeaking the woman of
taste. Followed by the faithful Jose
phine, who, as usual, burst out crying
the moment she caught sight of me.
I began my inspection of the place.
I lost no time ver the drawing-room.
dining-room, and boudoir, but made
straight for Mme. Servois bedroom.
for it is a woman's bedroom that un
folds secrets not so easily found in
any other corner of a house, and it is
there I have always come upon the
personal touches that help me in my
searches.
An hour later, cn our way back,
M F. . who had been watching me
from a corner of his eye, said,
"Yon look pleased, Goron. Have yon
any good news?"
:Yes," I replied, "the news is rather
eood. I have a proof that the lady
who has given me so many sleepless
nights is alive and well.
"How did you find It out? cried M.
F excitedly.
"By this."
And I handed him a white satin col
lar lined with silk, very much crum
pled.
"How do you deduce anything from
that?" he exclaimed.
"Look at the back!" I retorted.
Ha turned the collar around and
around.
"Do you refer to that little stain?"
the last three
"'Yes, sir.'
"'Since when?'
" 'Only within
months.'
' 'Did your mistress take a bag with
her the day she went to Nogent-sur-
IJarner
" 'Yes, sir. The little yellow leather
bag she generally takes when she
goes there, to carry book and other
things.
"I explored every nook and corner.
and did not discover a single bottle
of hair-dye. And the truth flashed
upon me. When a woman especially
one of mature age starts on a jour
ney, she may forget or leave behind
many indispensable things but her
hair dye never. I had not the slight-
est doubt that Mme. Servois had left
Paris for some mysterious reason, and
that there was a man in the case. My
next step was to discover her where
abouts; and, armed with a list of all
the hairdressers In the metropolis, I
called every day at a certain number
of places, unM I came to the shop of
M. H , in the Rue Croix-des-Petits-
Champa. In reply to my question
whether Mme. Servois was one of his
clients he shook his head. But I
guessed he did not speak the truth
and soon frightened him into confess
ing that he supplied her regularly
with hafar dye.
"Have yon sent her any of labs?
I asked.
"He hesitated a second, and burst
out:
" 1 can't help It! I don't see why
I should get into trouble over this
business. Look here, M. Goron, a
young gentleman called and asked for
a bottle of my dye. He paid for it,
he returned and said that, as he was
no hand at making parcels, be begged
me to tend the stuff to Mme. Serrol
To Test Darwin's Theory.
Dr. John B. Wateon, director of the
psychological laboratory at the John
Hopkins rnrversity, has adapted a
unique method of testing the Darwin
ian theory.
Seven weeks ago a monkey was
born at the institution. The parents,
who were very intelligent had been
trained carefully by the scientists, and
the offspring of such parents is be
lieved to afford an opportunity of de
termining how near to a human being
a monkey can be brought
The little fellow has not yet been
taken from his mother, who fondle
and guards him with jealous care.
When ready for schooling every effort
will be put forth to develop his mind
along lines that will tax his mental
capacity to assimilate knowledge.
Rejected let Cream Suit.
A south side young man. who hs
a reputation for wearing the sportiest
clothes to be obtained, recently de
cided to give one of his very light
suits to the colored houseman. The
young man took the suit from his
room and went down into the yard
where the servant, who is especially
black, was working.
"Look here," he said. Tv got a
fine suit here which I would like to
see you wear."
The colored fellow took one look at
the suit and exclaimed:
"Lawsee, boss, I couldn't wear that
suit I would look like a fiy In a bot
tle of milk, and you knows that's a
terrible disgusting sight" Exchange.
Grusl Insinuation.
"Baggs told the boys he was very
angry when they put a monkey la
the picture w?th him."
"Yes, and the boys told him they
knew It for anyone could see he waa
beside himself."
Explaining.
I know a man whose life Is al
ready between two covers, but nobody
has ever read it"
"Who Is he?"
The sandwich man,