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French Detectives


 

Some five or six years ago, being on a visit to Paris, I went to see a friend, a French gentleman I had known for many years, who, with his wife and only daughter, lived in a small house in the Faubourg St. Germain. I found the family one and all in the greatest possible excitement. During the night their domicile had been broken into and property to the value of about 30.000 francs (₤1,200), consisting of plate, jewels, money and bonds, had been stolen. My friend was by no means a rich man, and the loss was to him a very serious one. The strangest part of the affair was that no one seemed to have the slightest idea by who or how the lost things had been taken. They were kept in a large iron-clamped chest, which was never moved out of the salle a manger, and which was found in its usual place next morning, but with the lock forced open. The servants of the family were only two in number, and consisted of an elderly man and his wife, who had been in the same service for more than ten years. They did not sleep on the same floor as their master and mistress; but, as is usual in Paris, occupied a room some stories higher in the mansarde or attic. They had a key by which to let themselves in from the back stairs to the kitchen in the morning; but at the time of the robbery neither one nor the other had been in the dining-room where the chest was kept until after my friend’s daughter had found out what had happened. The lady of the house had locked the chest—it was her usual habit before she had retired to rest the previous night. The key was found hanging on a nail at the head… Read More