Bøger af Emile Gaboriau

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Le 20 février 18.., un dimanche, qui se trouvait être le dimanche gras, sur les onze heures du soir, une ronde d'agents du service de la sûreté sortait du poste de police de l'ancienne barrière d'Italie. La mission de cette ronde était d'explorer ce vaste quartier qui s'étend de la route de Fontainebleau à la Seine, depuis les boulevards extérieurs jusqu'aux fortifications.

Le premier dimanche du mois d'août 1815, à dix heures précises, -comme tous les dimanches, -le sacristain de la paroisse de Sairmeuse sonna les trois coups, qui annoncent aux fidèles que le prêtre monte à l'autel pour la grand'messe. L'église était plus d'à-moitié pleine, et de tous côtés arrivaient en se hâtant des groupes de paysans et de paysannes. Les femmes étaient en grande toilette, avec leurs fichus de cou bien tirés à quatre épingles, leurs jupes à larges rayures et leurs grandes coiffes blanches. Seulement, économes autant que coquettes, elles allaient les pieds nus, tenant à la main leurs souliers, que respectueusement elles chaussaient avant d'entrer dans la maison de Dieu.

This is a reproduction of a book published before 1923. This book may have occasional imperfections such as missing or blurred pages, poor pictures, errant marks, etc. that were either part of the original artifact, or were introduced by the scanning process. We believe this work is culturally important, and despite the imperfections, have elected to bring it back into print as part of our continuing commitment to the preservation of printed works worldwide. We appreciate your understanding of the imperfections in the preservation process, and hope you enjoy this valuable book. ++++ The below data was compiled from various identification fields in the bibliographic record of this title. This data is provided as an additional tool in helping to ensure edition identification: ++++ L'argent Des Autres: Les Hommes De Paille. 10. Éd; Volume 1 Of L'argent Des Autres; Emile Gaboriau Emile Gaboriau E. Dentu, 1879

"What M. Lefurteux has stated," he says, "is true. My specialty is to hire office-fixtures for financial and other companies. I furnish every thing, from the book-keepers' desks to the furniture for the president's private room: from the iron safe to the servant's livery. In twenty-four hours, every thing is ready, and the subscribers can come. As soon as a company is organized, like the one in question, the officers call on me, and, according to the magnitude of the capital required, I furnish a more or less costly establishment. I have a good deal of experience, and I know just what's wanted. When M. Lefurteux came to see me, I gauged his operation at a glance. Three millions of capital, swamps in the Orne, shares of five hundred francs, small subscribers, anxious and noisy.

Tall, thin, stiff, he had a very small head, a flat face, pointed nose, and long reddish whiskers, slightly shaded with silvery threads, falling half-way down his chest. Dressed in the latest style, he wore a loose overcoat of rough material, pantaloons that spread nearly to the tip of his boots, a wide shirt-collar turned over a light cravat, on the bow of which shone a large diamond, and a tall hat with rolled brims. With a blinking glance, he made a rapid estimate of the dining-room, the shabby furniture, and the guests seated around the table. Then, without even condescending to touch his hat, with his large hand tightly fitted into a lavender glove, in a brief and imperious tone, and with a slight accent which he affirmed was the Alsatian accent:

At about eleven o'clock in the evening of the 20th of February, 186-, which chanced to be Shrove Sunday, a party of detectives left the police station near the old Barriere d'Italie to the direct south of Paris. Their mission was to explore the district extending on the one hand between the highroad to Fontainebleau and the Seine, and on the other between the outer boulevards and the fortifications. This quarter of the city had at that time anything but an enviable reputation. To venture there at night was considered so dangerous that the soldiers from the outlying forts who came in to Paris with permission to go to the theatre, were ordered to halt at the barriere, and not to pass through the perilous district excepting in parties of three or four.

In the Paris evening papers of Tuesday, February 28, 1866, under the head of Local Items, the following announcement appeared: "A daring robbery, committed against one of our most eminent bankers, M. Andre Fauvel, caused great excitement this morning throughout the neighborhood of Rue de Provence. "The thieves, who were as skilful as they were bold, succeeded in making an entrance to the bank, in forcing the lock of a safe that has heretofore been considered impregnable, and in possessing themselves of the enormous sum of three hundred and fifty thousand francs in bank-notes. "The police, immediately informed of the robbery, displayed their accustomed zeal, and their efforts have been crowned with success. Already, it is said, P. B., a clerk in the bank, has been arrested, and there is every reason to hope that his accomplices will be speedily overtaken by the hand of justice." For four days this robbery was the town talk of Paris. Then public attention was absorbed by later and equally interesting events: an acrobat broke his leg at the circus; an actress made her debut at a small theatre: and the item of the 28th was soon forgotten. But for once the newspapers were-perhaps intentionally-wrong, or at least inaccurate in their information. The sum of three hundred and fifty thousand francs certainly had been stolen from M. Andre Fauvel's bank, but not in the manner described. A clerk had also been arrested on suspicion, but no decisive proof had been found against him. This robbery of unusual importance remained, if not inexplicable, at least unexplained. The following are the facts as they were related with scrupulous exactness at the preliminary examination.

Le jeudi 6 mars 1862, surlendemain du Mardi gras, cinq femmes du village de La Jonchère se présentaient au bureau de police de Bougival. Elles racontaient que depuis deux jours personne n'avait aperçu une de leurs voisines, la veuve Lerouge, qui habitait seule une maisonnette isolée. À plusieurs reprises, elles avaient frappé en vain. Les fenêtres comme la porte étant exactement fermées, il avait été impossible de jeter un coup d'oeil à l'intérieur. Ce silence, cette disparition les inquiétaient. Redoutant un crime, ou tout au moins un accident, elles demandaient que la Justice voulût bien, pour les rassurer, forcer la porte et pénétrer dans la maison. Bougival est un pays aimable, peuplé tous les dimanches de canotiers et de canotières; on y relève beaucoup de délits, mais les crimes y sont rares. Le commissaire refusa donc d'abord de se rendre à la prière des solliciteuses. Cependant elles firent si bien, elles insistèrent tant et si longtemps, que le magistrat fatigué céda. Il envoya chercher le brigadier de gendarmerie et deux de ses hommes, requit un serrurier et, ainsi accompagné, suivit les voisines de la veuve Lerouge.

I In the Paris evening papers of Tuesday, February 28, 1866, under the head of Local Items, the following announcement appeared: "A daring robbery, committed against one of our most eminent bankers, M. Andre Fauvel, caused great excitement this morning throughout the neighborhood of Rue de Provence. "The thieves, who were as skilful as they were bold, succeeded in making an entrance to the bank, in forcing the lock of a safe that has heretofore been considered impregnable, and in possessing themselves of the enormous sum of three hundred and fifty thousand francs in bank-notes.

On Thursday, the 6th of March, 1862, two days after Shrove Tuesday, five women belonging to the village of La Jonchere presented themselves at the police station at Bougival. They stated that for two days past no one had seen the Widow Lerouge, one of their neighbours, who lived by herself in an isolated cottage. They had several times knocked at the door, but all in vain. The window-shutters as well as the door were closed; and it was impossible to obtain even a glimpse of the interior. This silence, this sudden disappearance alarmed them. Apprehensive of a crime, or at least of an accident, they requested the interference of the police to satisfy their doubts by forcing the door and entering the house. Bougival is a pleasant riverside village, peopled on Sundays by crowds of boating parties. Trifling offences are frequently heard of in its neighbourhood, but crimes are rare.

A sequel to The Count's Millions. The partially unsolved mystery of "The Count's Millions" keeps Marguerite de Chalusse from marriage with Paul Ferailleur. Through Baron Trigault and his schemes the long struggle is brought to happy result.

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This is a reproduction of a book published before 1923. This book may have occasional imperfections such as missing or blurred pages, poor pictures, errant marks, etc. that were either part of the original artifact, or were introduced by the scanning process. We believe this work is culturally important, and despite the imperfections, have elected to bring it back into print as part of our continuing commitment to the preservation of printed works worldwide. We appreciate your understanding of the imperfections in the preservation process, and hope you enjoy this valuable book. ++++ The below data was compiled from various identification fields in the bibliographic record of this title. This data is provided as an additional tool in helping to ensure edition identification: ++++ A Thousand Francs Reward Emile Gaboriau, Prosper MErimEe Mary Joanna Safford, Laura E. Kendall G. Munro, 1882

Monsieur Lecoq is a detective novel written by Emile Gaboriau. The story revolves around the titular character, Monsieur Lecoq, who is a detective in the French police force. The novel is set in the mid-19th century in Paris, France.The plot of the novel centers around a murder case that Monsieur Lecoq is tasked with solving. The victim is a wealthy businessman named Cesar Chupin, who is found dead in his house. The only clue Monsieur Lecoq has is a scrap of paper with the word ""Robbery"" written on it.As Monsieur Lecoq delves deeper into the case, he uncovers a web of lies, deceit, and betrayal. He discovers that Chupin's family members and employees all have motives for the murder. Monsieur Lecoq also enlists the help of a young woman named Louise, who has her own reasons for wanting to solve the case.The novel is known for its intricate plot, well-developed characters, and suspenseful twists and turns. It is considered a classic of the detective genre and has influenced many subsequent works in the field.1905. Gaboriau was the first French novelist to write detective novels. His character Monsieur Lecoq, private detective, first appeared in the novel, The Widow Lerouge. The novel begins: On February 20, 18-, a Sunday that chanced to be Shrove Sunday, about eleven o�������clock in the evening, a party of agents of the safety-service left the police-station at the old Barriere d�������Italie. The mission of this party was to explore that vast precinct which extends from the road to Fontainebleau to the Seine, and from the outer boulevards to the fortifications. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

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The Widow Lerouge by Emile Gaboriau is a classic mystery novel that was first published in 1866. The story revolves around the murder of the wealthy widow, Madame Lerouge, and the subsequent investigation to find her killer. The main character of the novel is a young lawyer named Monsieur Lecoq, who is tasked with solving the case.The novel is set in the rural town of La Jonchere, where Madame Lerouge lived alone in her large estate. When she is found murdered in her home, the police are baffled as to who could have committed the crime. Monsieur Lecoq is called in to assist with the investigation, and he quickly discovers that there are several suspects with motives for killing the widow.As the investigation progresses, Monsieur Lecoq uses his skills of deduction and observation to uncover clues and piece together the events leading up to the murder. Along the way, he encounters a cast of colorful characters, including a young couple who may have been involved in the crime, a wealthy neighbor who has a secret past, and a mysterious woman who seems to know more than she lets on.The Widow Lerouge is a gripping and suspenseful novel that will keep readers guessing until the very end. It is considered a classic of the mystery genre and has been praised for its intricate plot, well-drawn characters, and masterful storytelling.1900. Translated from the French. Gaboriau was the first French novelist to write detective novels. His character Monsieur Lecog, private detective, first appeared in this novel, The Widow Lerouge. The story begins: On Thursday, the 6th of March, 1862, two days after Shrove Tuesday, five women of the village of Jonchere presented themselves at the bureau of Police at Bougival. They stated that for two days past no one had seen the Widow Lerouge, one of their neighbors, who lived by herself in an isolated cottage. The house was shut up. Several persons had knocked without receiving an answer. The window-shutters as well as the door were closed; and it was impossible to obtain even a glimpse of the interior. This state of affairs alarmed them. Apprehensive of a crime, or at the least an accident, they demanded the interference of justice to satisfy their doubts by forcing the door and entering the house. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

"And you, my friends, how shall I ever express to you my gratitude? Ah! if incomparable talents, and matchless zeal and ability, had sufficed, I know I should be free. But instead of that"-he pointed at the little door through which he was to pass, and said in a heartrending tone, - "Instead of that, there is the door to the galleys. Henceforth"- A sob cut short his words. His strength was exhausted; for if there are, so to say, no limits to the power of endurance of the spirit, the energy of the body has its bounds. Refusing the arm which the sergeant offered him, he rushed out of the room

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The Paris house of the Boiscoran family, No. 216 University Street, is a house of modest appearance. The yard in front is small; and the few square yards of damp soil in the rear hardly deserve the name of a garden. But appearances are deceptive. The inside is marvellously comfortable; careful and painstaking hands have made every provision for ease; and the rooms display that solid splendor for which our age has lost the taste. The vestibule contains a superb mosaic, brought home from Venice, in 1798, by one of the Boiscorans, who had degenerated, and followed the fortunes of Napoleon. The balusters of the great staircase are a masterpiece of iron work; and the wainscoting in the dining-room has no rival in Paris.

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To get the engine out, and to assemble the firemen, he had to rouse the whole town; and to do this in the middle of the night was nothing less than to frighten the poor people of Sauveterre, who had heard the drums beating the alarm but too often during the war with the Germans, and then again during the reign of the Commune. Therefore M. Seneschal asked, - "Is it a serious fire?" "Serious!" exclaimed the peasant. "How could it be otherwise with such a wind as this, -a wind that would blow off the horns of our oxen." "Hm!" uttered the mayor again. "Hm, hm

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"One would really suppose that I had suggested some questionable act to you. Your reply, Paul, plainly proves to me that you are one of those who, for want of determination, fall, helpless, by the wayside in the journey of life. They flaunt their rags and tatters in the eyes of the world, and with saddened hearts and empty stomachs utter the boast, 'I am an honest man.' Do you think that, in order to be rich, you must perforce be a rogue? This is simple imbecility." She uttered this tirade in clear and vibrant accents, and her eyes gleamed with the fire of savage resolution. Her nature was one of those cruel and energetic ones, which lead a woman to hurl a man from the brink of the abyss to which she had conducted him, and to forget him before he has ever reached the bottom.