Bicornet’s Murder Case
A rival of the Paris Figaro, envious probably of the superior prosperity of that famous though not most reliable of journals, tells with much unction the following story of one of its reporters:
News was received at the Figaro office of the commission of a horrible crime. Bicornet, which may be accepted as French slang for our national “Johnny Fresh,” was dispatched in red-hot haste and a cab to the scene of the tragedy. All the Figaro reporters travel in hacks. It looks big, and the Hack Companies take it out in advertising.
“A woman has been assassinated here?” he demanded of the porter, visibly impressed by his visitor’s dignity and the equipage.
“Yes, Monsieur, I suppose you are a member of the police come to investigate it.”
“Do I look like an idiot? I am a reporter. Here is my card.”
“Very good, sir. Will you give yourself the trouble to ascend to the third floor? The Commissionary was here an hour ago and will be back again to-day.”
“My friend, the Commissionary may do whatever he –– pleases. I am Bicornet, whose superior keenness has so often vexed and stunned the police. Only wait and you shall have some… Read More