The Crime of the French Café and Other Stories

n two. Only half was in the

however, far away. It

been neatly lined with rubber cloth, apparently taken f

the trunks, when clo

saw," said Nick. "Come,

ed Gaspard, "that I k

pped on the door. He ha

d Nick; and th

gentlemen, I don't know nothing about this business. I ain't in it. I'm tell

the trunks he

ous to tell that he couldn't talk fast enough. "De French leddy

mbled to what she was a-givin' me. T

in an hour.' An' she gi

but dere ain't no such number. De

use when I got dere, her jiblets was a-s

ner,' says she, 'and' t

e, she showed me dese two tru

es for me fare, an' tole me ter come down here,

gan," said Nick. "Patsy, get a pol

he blue-coat in

to Fifty-seventh s

ace where, as Harrigan claimed, "de Fren

din'-house," said Harrigan. "Dere's a hash-mill dere o

amining the sidewalk with

The trunks were not dragged. That woman must be pretty strong

N

in any of these houses. She couldn't have got them out

e in the fence, which

nough now. The trunks were brought across this vacant

no gates in the fence between the yards of the houses and the lot, but Nick

taking away this board, he found him

owered down in the dumb waiter to the cellar and t

ny witnesses as you can get together, at the superintendent's office to-morrow afte

on began promptly at

e case-except, of course, the two victims-were present.

, "is perfectly clear. It begins with Gaspa

taurant when the crime was comm

the waiter, Corbut, obtained a knowledge of the crime. It

, testified to taking him and another man to a point on West Fifty-seventh stree

f Corbut was lost for a time

back to a place near the spot whe

d been removed from a flat hou

that house. He learned that the third flat had

Eliza Harris, who lives in that house, when she last saw

tle woman arose a

m now. Th

ted to J

he continued, "but I know

ut her hand tow

son to believe, Corbut was taken by Jones on that nig

s intended, probably, to remove it

very soon. But Jones was too closely watched. That work had

w Musgrave h

r up the details of the crime in the restaurant.

ed perfectly calm, uttered a horrible groan, an

or which even the shrewd superintenden

ing beside Nick, arose and cried, i

I can bear th

e man who begged N

xed upon Jones' face. He had watched the agony of fear g

for the accused to bear, Hammond al

d. "You shall not torture t

an?" asked the

l confess everything. Do you think I will sit here and let an innocent man be con

happy woman to the place where she met her deat

man, was her companion. The

an who was