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The Model Detective

The Only True Account of the Fate of Paul Picra


by William O. Eaton


“Murder will out sometime, sure!” exclaimed Daniel Wonder to a few hearers, as he laid down a paper from which he had just been reading about a case of mysterious murder, the perpetrator of which had been discovered after years of ingenious and tortuous search. “I have many a time noticed it. It is according to the laws of nature, and must be so, if not right off, then by-and-by; if not [today], [tomorrow], next day, then a year, ten, fifty, perhaps a hundred years hence. The murder and the murderer are sure to come out. If I was on a plank alone with a man in the middle of the ocean, and was to murder him and sink him, with no ship in sight—I couldn’t feel safe! Sometime or other something would bring me out. If I didn’t tell of myself, asleep or awake, his bones would rise, or—”

“Or his sperrit?” suggested somebody.

“No; I don’t believe in spirits—but his bones, clothes, or the plank—or it might be somebody was looking at me from a ship out of sight, through a powerful spyglass, or perhaps from another plank, or perhaps happening to pass by overhead in a silk balloon, and see me do it—and so I should feel sure I was not safe until at last I was led out to be hung. You see there is always a chain of evidence between the murderer and murdered. It may be short or long. It may be broken into many separate links; but in time one man picks up one link here, another a link there, another another, and so on, until all the links are found and put together, and they are strong enough to hang the man.”

“It does seem so.” said one of the listeners, in a thoughtful awe.

“Seem so! It is so! I always know that murder will out, and have seen many singular cases of it. But the most singular case I ever heard of was the fate of Paul Picra, of… Read More