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~ ‘Isle Manhattan’ – “The Changeling, Loup Garou”: Part Three: 'Bowery of The Crimson Frock' ~ (1562 hits)

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“Even a man, who is pure of heart and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf when the ‘Wolfsbane’ blooms and the Autumn Moon is bright.”
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“Howl Of An Angel”
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Gregory V. Boulware, Esq.
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Ellington searched the globe for forty-plus years until he caught him for the third time. This time, he caught up with him in Istanbul. He was able to box him and ship him home to the United States. His home in Connecticut was a safe place to keep him (so he thought) – where he could be watched closely. Ellington lived alone save a housekeeper who tended household needs five days a week. She was given specific instructions to not open a particular door of one of the rooms upstairs. Ellington explained in great detail about why he had instructed her so. She listened intently but didn’t believe him. She was a good woman, a good housekeeper, one who could be trusted, a good God-Fearing Christian Woman. She thought him to be a nut – an eccentric old fool – a madman. She jumped nearly out of her skin when she heard the blood chilling howl.

The two men walked through the halls without talking. The howling persisted…it grew louder and louder as the minutes ticked by. Kristophus made sure to lock every door behind them – with a separate key of each lock. Ellington asked Kristophus why the doors where being locked in such a fashion. He looked at David and sternly replied, “For your safety, sir!” Ellington raised an eyebrow and walked on.

That night, there was no clock to strike twelve within the Keep. With no way to tell time (which didn’t matter here anyway), the visitor could only assume that it was beyond the midnight hour. Stealthily, he came upon the sleeping gatekeeper. David snuck up on him and stole the keys. They were affixed to a ring of metal which in turn was fastened on a long rope tied and hanging about the neck of the key bearer.

The thief felt faint and dizzy as he made his way to the basement. The inmate was well aware of his anticipated presence. There were no howls resonating throughout the castle as the rescuer gained access to his false friend’s prison cell.

…Eduardo and Isabelle hurried along. After starting the car, the pair drove off. The howling of the wolf sounded again. Isabelle was deathly frightened. Eduardo sat in silence and harbored a grizzly grin.
“Yes, let us hurry and get back to town, I’m very hungry.”
~ “The Loch Of Satanus” ~

Pt.2 ‘The Loch of Satanus’
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“Howl Of An Angel”
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“They say there is no sin in killing a beast, only in killing a man…but where does one begin and the other end – Why is it the so-called educated do not acquire the good sense of knowing better?”
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“I saw with my own two eyes, what that man had changed into. He changed, before my eyes, into the murderous monster of beasts; not unlike the one you see before you.”

~"Bowery of The Crimson Frock and Flesh": Part Three, ‘Isle Manhattan’ – “The Changeling, Loup Garou”~
By
Gregory V. Boulware, Esq.
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“They say there is no sin in killing a beast, only in killing a man…but where does one begin and the other end – Why is it the so-called educated do not acquire the good sense of knowing better?”

The ‘Chevalier’ endeavored to remove everything from his mind. His only thoughts were the case at hand. He began to relapse back into himself. His old moody habits regenerated into the morose ill-tempered individual of austere soliloquy.
Attempting to make light of a horrible situation, I joined my friend in throwing the future to the winds and fell tranquilly into the present. The presence and perpend of the previous days became a joyful dream, floating away with twinkling fog.

Emissaries brought the names of ‘Duprae’ and ‘Abberline’ to the America’s. Not unlike ‘Sherlock Holmes,’ they had become household names within the law enforcement community. Duprae’s mantra preceded that of his famous colleague. The family crest of Lord Talbot arrived years before them.
The simple process to which he incorporated in solving cases had never before been disclosed to anyone… Not even the Prefect. The sole entity of that demesne is gifted to only me.
Of course, it’s not so surprising that the closed and solvent affairs were regarded as just short of miracles or that Chaunea’s analytical abilities gained his the notoriety and awarded credit on intuition and sagacious insight.
Being frank would have created an atmosphere of prejudice and abuse to every individual who would inquire into his practicum of procedure; his indolent humor forbade any such agitation of a topic whose interest has long ago dissipated. This position in many past times, have found him the attraction of cynical political eyes. The insolvable cases of which he was engaged were requested services at a level above Prefect.

Marie was the only daughter of the widow ‘Estelle Roget (Rogers)’ In France, they were named ‘Roget’ while the American adoption changed it and pronounced it as ‘Rogers.’ Marie’s (she is sometimes called Mary) father died when she was a baby. He was assassinated when she was approximately eighteen months of age. The couple, along with their daughter, resided in a close-nit cul-de-sac community, in Queens. The father kept a flat in Manhattan for business ventures. His death provided the aggrieved ladies a comfortable living.

A perfume purveyor was attracted to Mary’s beauty. His shop was in the basement level of the busy shopping area of the city. She was in her twenty-second year. The shopkeeper was of gauche and incongruous character. He was very much a part of the desperate adventurer who indeed fouled the neighborhood with his contributing vile infestation. He wasted no time taking advantage of this fair delicacy who sampled his perfumery. His liberal advances were eagerly accepted by the young lady. The beautiful propositions were innocently coveted by the girl whose occupation was “cigar-girl.” Her mother portrayed an openly blatant hesitation regarding the advances of this shady individual.
The shopkeeper hoarded rooms of notorious reputation. His anticipations toward Mary were unwelcomed by the sprightly old lady. Mary was employed by this man for less than a year. When she suddenly went missing, her admirers were adamantly and vehemently concerned.
On the fourth day missing, a body was discovered. It was found floating in the ‘Hudson River’ by a fishing boy who was out for a morning catch. No one had ever before been so intensely interested in a corpse found floating in the water.
Mary Cecelia Rogers was so terribly beautiful and popular, drew the ineffable anger of all she knew. The praetor foolishly made stupid exertions and uniformed police were overtaxed to the utmost as usual. The assumption and verbal outburst by the magistrate planted the seed of a murder prior to the assignment of an official task-force to the case.
“We will catch this murderer. He will not elude us for long. He should do himself justice by surrendering – turning himself in could very well save his life. He should do so now before it is too late!
A reward has been posted for anyone who can provide assistance with information leading to the arrest and successful prosecution of the identified perpetrator of perpetrators of this evil deed upon this poor sweet and beautiful creature; our own Marie Roget!
The reward currently stands at $2,300.00.”

Not one person gave doubt to the mystery that this murder would immediately be brought to light. Elucidation was promised albeit nothing was elicited to implicate the suspected parties. In one, maybe two instances, they were discharged forthwith.
“The third week, strange as it may appear; the discovery of the body had passed without any new light being cast upon the subject. Well before any rumor of the events which had agitated the publics’ mind reached our ears. Our combined research fully absorbed the attention of us both. Three, nearly four weeks had passed since Duprae or I had visitors or traveled abroad. We also did not engage in trials and tribulations of any political articles that were published in one of the daily newspapers. The first intelligent information about the murder had been brought to us by divine intervention. It had made itself clear on the afternoon of July, 18. The vision did remain with us into the late hours of that night. The failure of all our endeavored energies piqued to ferret out the murders. Duprae held a peculiar air of Parisian pride over his concern for his reputation and honor. Even though there was no sacrifice which he would not make or be willing to make for the advancement to solve this mystery; the eyes of the public were indeed upon him. My friend had been drawn to a droll and complicated speech in which he deemed tactful.
The compliment to which he rebutted as best he could was accepted at once. They were accepted with provisions, however.
With that point being mentally settled, the half verbal thought process was interrupted when the Prefect interjected his point of view. He spoke upon the evidence with a long explanation; the latter of which we were not yet in possession.
Duprae sat listening steadily while displaying the embodiment of respectful attention. During the interview, he glanced occasionally over the top of the green colored lenses of his spectacles. This glancing gaze sufficed to convince me that he hadn’t slept soundly throughout the seven or eight hours which preceded the prefect’s departure.
At morning’s light, I managed to procure a full report of all elicited evidence at the prefecture and various newspaper offices. The reports included any and all published information regarding this sad affair.
This mass of positively disproved information stated the following details:

‘Marie left her mother’s house on June 22nd, on Sunday at about 9 a.m. greeting Monsieur St. Eustache, and only to him, she told of her plans for the day. He even took note of her intention to spend the day with her aunt. She resided in the ‘Rue Des Dromes’ while Marie lived in the ‘Rue Pavee St. Andre,’ a short distance of a little over 1 kilometer (1.6 miles). It was also not far from the river. St. Eustache was the designated suitor of Marie. He also resided at the boarding house where the two women stayed. He lodged and took his meals at this particular pension only. The plan also entailed the agreement between Marie and Jacques to meet at dusk. He was to escort his betrothed home for the evening.
During the afternoon of that day, it began to rain quite heavily. He thought about his beloved’s journey during the storm and ascertained that she would spend the night with her aunt. This action had been taken in the past. The promise to meet was no longer necessary. As the night drew forebodingly closer, Madame Roget spoke in horror-filled soliloquy.
“I will never see my daughter again!” This statement was not heard by anyone. She was sadly peering out of her bedroom window during the heavy wind and rain.

Monday had come and gone and no one had seen or heard from Marie. A search began. The tardy initiation was instituted at every possible location of the city and its individual neighborhoods. Nothing positive of negative surfaced until about two weeks later. It was Wednesday, June 25th, Monsieur Beauvis and his friend had been walking and talking about this particular case. While they walked along the river bank, they came upon a group who were attempting to remove a corpse from the water. Nearby fishermen noticed the floating body and notified the police.
The friend of Beauvis recognized the body as that of Marie Cecelia Roget at once. When Beauvis, after hesitating; saw the body, he immediately concurred with his friend.
“It is indeed that of the perfumery-girl.” They said.

Her face was suffused with the darkest blood, much of which oozed and dripped from her mouth and ears. Foaming was not present. That would be indicative of drowning. Her throat was another story. It bore more bruises that could be counted. On the right side was a gaping wound that revealed the very innards of working parts that were left behind. The edges of the wound appeared to be ripped and torn some sort of large animal of beast. The remnants of sharp incisors or teeth marks boasted of doing the dastardly deadly deed.
Her arms were bent and twisted over the breast, and were stiff to the touch. Her right hand was bloodied and clenched; the left was missing up to the elbow. Claw marks showed deep gashes on her back and down the length of both arms. Her shoulder blades bore deep lacerations, allowing sticky gore to partially seal and fill the wounds. The flesh of her body was puffed due to the prolonged exposure and absorption of bay water. Regardless of the puffiness, the remaining body parts appeared whole although battered and bruised. It appeared as if it had been thrown about and slammed multiple times. It was like that of a child bashing, slamming, and throwing a rag doll of the trouncing of a Teddy Bear. A piece of lace was found tightly wound around the neck as well. It was saturated in blood and embedded into the flesh. The material and the flesh seemed as one; it was nearly invisible to the naked eye. This strangling affect alone would have been sufficient to kill.

The medical examiner reported with confidence regarding his findings and that of the deceased most virtuous character.
“She had been subjected to the most brutal violence I had ever seen since the examinations of war-torn victims in all my professionally experienced observations.” the Doctor said.
The corpse was not so badly damaged that recognition by family and friends was impossible. The dress was badly torn and mutilated yet recognizable as well.
The outer garment had been ripped and tattered. It had been torn upward from the bottom hem to the waist, but not torn off. The slip beneath, was slashed and pulled from around the waist and dangled, twisted about the right thigh two or three times, remaining partly attached to the waistline of her body. The dress immediately, beneath the frock was of fine muslin; and from this the slip twenty inches wide had been torn and ripped. It was found to be fitting rather loosely, and secured by a belt of fine tanned leather. During the course of garment strings and other attachments, the lady’s bonnet strings also played a role in the fatal determination.
Over the muslin dress and slip of fine lace, the strings of the bonnet were attached, yet appended. The knot by which the strings of the bonnet were fastened was not a lady’s, it was a slip knot of sailor’s knot.

Marie’s body was transferred from the morgue to the funeral parlor. She was interred with great haste. The burial site was not very far from the spot where her corpse was discovered.

Monsieur Beauvais was making boisterous exertions all over town – at barber shops, pubs and taverns, and the many shops all about the French Quarter, not to mention what New York’s mass media had to say in printed versions. The matter was meticulously and industriously hushed up. Only one week had lapsed before the story was urgently and once again ignited. Public emotion exploded.
A local weekly newspaper exacerbated the issue with speculations of its own after another body had turned up not far from the Hudson Bay near Central Park.
Marie’s corpse was almost immediately disinterred, and re-examined. Nothing was discovered that wasn’t already known. Her clothing, however, were not given to Madame Roget after discovery of the body. They were obviously held as evidence. Since they turned up nothing but the sailor’s knot for clues, they meticulously photographed, documented, and returned the body to its mother.

The investigation headed by New York City Police Chief Inspector Jason Randolph Henderson and Chief Inspector Frederick Quincy Abberline of Scotland Yard; was followed closely by the New York City Newspapers. They in turn were followed by me and Chaunea as the excitement increased by the hour. We needed to keep abreast of the idiosyncrasies of the local populace and the networking between them and the police force. The visit ‘Uptown’ in Harlem provided and atmosphere of much hate, resentment, and apprehension towards the police and its policies of policing. This interested Chaunea very much. If there is mistrust between the two, as is in Paris, the method of interaction would most certainly prove a daunting task. Retrieving inside information was almost unheard of due to the notoriety of the city cops. No one trusted anyone…ever.

Many individuals were arrested and released. One fellow who immediately fell under suspicion was St. Eustache, Marie’s would be suitor. Especially when it was noted by investigators that he wasted no time in perusing the homes several ladies, wed and unwed. One of his haunts was the house of ‘Ill-repute’ in ‘Hoboken,’ just outside of town. He thought his indiscretion would not take notice, I presume.
At first, he failed at giving intelligible accounts of his whereabouts during the Sunday on which his betrothed left home. He did finally submit to the intense inquiries and gave his accounts with some satisfied acceptance. Witness follow-up accounts and affidavits reinforced his statements. The examining dentist was also satisfied the teeth marks and bite patterns were not his.

Time passed and no new discoveries presented themselves. Thousands of rhetorical and contradictory rumors circulated throughout the neighborhood and all over town. Journalists busied themselves in a multitude of suggestions. Many of those attracted a lot of notice. The one that caused a major uproar and rippling affect was the idea that Marie Rogers was still alive and walking with the undead. It was also suggested that the vampire who killed her was building a harem of female vampires who will infiltrate and assimilate the lives of their victims; go forth to conquer all of New York City, allowing the same fate for the remaining cities and boroughs across the United States of America.

Charles (Chaunea) Auguste Duprae took a keen notice to how the team of investigators interacted with one another. The subordinate detectives and officers almost immediately rebuked and resented the authority of an outsider like the Chief Inspector Frederick Quincy Abberline. It did not matter that he was the major investigator who helped crack the “Ripper Case” in London and Paris. The team of fifteen, six uniforms, four 1st and 2nd grade detectives, the chief inspector from Scotland Yard, a private detective, Chaunea, and myself was headed by New York City Chief Inspector Jason Randolf Henderson, a rather tall, ruggedly, and not so handsome dark-skinned Black Man of about forty-eight years of age.

The facts of the matter, conceding the similarities between Mademoiselle L’Espanaye and Marie Roget, is not that Mademoiselle did leave her mother’s house on Sunday morning, June 22nd with the ostensible purpose of going to see her aunt or some other connection, in the Rue Des Dromes of Manhattan’s French Quarter. From the time of about 9 o’clock a. m., she has been seen by no one; not one living soul had laid eyes upon her.
“Nobody is proved to have seen her!” Duprae said aloud. “Not one person has come forward to say that on that day, they did see this young lady except for the suitor, Monsieur Eustache. He alone was witness to Marie’s plan for that day.”

…Secondly, at noontime on Wednesday, three days later, a female body was found floating in the ‘Barriere Du Roule,’ a pier on the Hudson Bay off the French Quarter reef. It has been presumed by the gendarmes, New York’s finest; that Marie Roget was thrown into the water within three to four hours after exiting her mother’s domicile – three days to the hour.
“Wouldn’t it be folly to suppose that murder was committed on the body of this once lovely young woman?” Duprae asked this aloud while looking directly at me.
“The body, if submerged in the river for two or three days at the outset would require six to ten days for sufficient decomposition. This in turn would bring the body to the surface. What do you think was the cause for the murderer or murderers to throw the body into the water?” He asked this question while continuing to look at me – but not looking at me.
“If the girl’s body had been kept in a mangled stat on dry land until Tuesday night, would there not be some indication of the perpetrator’s presence? Is it not to be doubted whether the body would float in such a short period of time – only two days after being dead? It is exceedingly improbable that any fool of a villain committing such a crime as murder would bother wasting precious time and exposure without adding weight to sink it!
Why would they not take such an easy measure if this were a planned thing?”

The facts continue with Monsieur Beauvais’s position of quintessential steadfast identification of the body. He entertained no doubt in his believing the corpse as that of Marie Roget. He took it upon himself to rip up the girl’s gown sleeve, pointing to marks and skin blemishes as proof of identification. The public took the information at face value and supposed the account true and accurate.
He then rubbed the arm of the body and found hair upon it. This folly proved to be of insignificant support – this move was a conclusive as finding an arm in a sleeve.
Monsieur Beauvis sent word to Madame Roget at about seven p.m. that night. He did not return to the house that night. It was Wednesday evening. He informed her, via the message, that the investigation is ongoing and making great progress as it relates to tracking her daughter’s killer.
The aged Madame Roget, in her grief, could not mentally or physically bring herself to go over to the precinct, daily or otherwise. One would certainly think it a worthwhile effect to go there and follow the investigation for her, keeping her informed and updated, especially if they thought the body was truly that of the unfortunate young lady – Marie ‘Rogers’ Roget.

Nobody did… No one went over there. There was actually nothing said or heard about for quite a while. The initial news of the tragedy in the Rue Davee St. Andree of Manhattan’s French Quarter, never reached the occupants of that particular building. Monsieur St. Eustache, the professed lover and intended husband of the young lady, who resided in her mother’s house, deposed that he heard nothing of a discovery of a body until the very next day – the next morning. And that was when Monsieur Beauvis burst into his room and told him of it.

“Eddie…a bit of news like this strikes note when such a horrible tragedy – a loved one; a betrothed, is so very coolly received, don’t you think?” asked Duprae intentionally aloud. “I find it quite strange…to ascertain that St. Eustache appeared to be initially unnerved and then stricken with grief needed the support of Monsieur Beauvis. He was so distraught that Beauvis’ friend and another who claimed to be a relative prevented him from attending the re-interment of the body. However, several members of the young lady’s family did attend the brief ceremony.

“Thinking further, upon recall,” I responded. “We were told that, on more than one occasion, a woman of Beauvis’ acquaintance visited the home of Madame Roget.
One particular visitation was shared by the duo.
The last visit brought about a warning – a directive, if you will…instructing the Madame to expect the calling of a gendarme. She was instructed to say nothing to the officer until his return – he insisted that Madame Roget say absolutely nothing…to leave the matter completely in his hands for him to deal with.
She was completely and utterly under his control. Her state of existence, at that time, was locked away in his head. She could not make a single move; a single step without Monsieur Beauvis. It was determined by him, that no one shall have anything to do with the investigation proceedings but him. It was also reported, upon further recollection Chaunea, that the Madame’s relatives pushed and shoved him out of the room of inquiry – he, for some reason did not want the relatives to be involved in the affairs of the women or the investigation. Why?”
“Suspicion indeed had been thrust upon Monsieur Beauvis. A visitor to his office prior to Marie’s disappearance, and while the occupant was absent, did observe a rose in the key-hole of the door. The note attached was addressed to ‘Marie,’” smiled Duprae.
“We had been led to believe that Marie had become the victim of a street-gang. And by these individuals, had been taken against her will across the river, assaulted, and murdered. We have indeed been given a false scent and led down the path of deceit, my dear Poe.”

Chaunea continued on in wild and excited soliloquy. He threw one or two sharp glances in my direction and then back to the direction of the door leading to the instant debating chamber occupied by the team of examining detectives.

“Eddie…do you think it virtually impossible to believe that a person so well known as this young woman as pretty as she, could have passed through a three block neighborhood on a Sunday and not be noticed by anyone? Anyone, especially men, who would have seen her would surely remember her, I would think.” I pondered the question and then answered.
“Yes Chaunea. I think when the streets were full of people, she was among them. They all knew her and yet no one has come forward to say they recognized her with the exception of the previous testimony regarding her cited expression of intent.
Her once lovely and bright gown was torn, tied round her, including the throat, and knotted. With that being done, it makes sense to believe the body was carried like that of a bundle and dumped into the bay… There is no real proof of that fact of where it could have possibly been tossed. There is another fact to consider, my friend.”

Duprae turned to look me full in the face. He gave me his complete and utter attention with that sneering yet intensely inquisitive facial expression. That expressive gesture appears almost always when he is nearing a conclusive resolution… But there is always the chance…always the possibility of room for doubt.
“Pray tell, what is this stifling fact friend Eddie?”
I then quickly projected fact based on and surrounding the poor girl’s petticoats.
“The piece of one of the young lady’s petticoat was torn out and tied under her chin around the back of her head; the two-foot-long and one-foot-wide swatch could have been used; probably to prevent her screaming; to choke her into submission or unconsciousness as it was discovered imbedded in her throat. This action could very well indicate the attacker…or attackers had no pocket-handkerchief.”
Duprae smiled. Before he could make a responsive gesture, our thoughts and conversation was violently interrupted by the intrusive thrusting of the examinations room door. It was quickly pushed open by the investigation team leader, Chief inspector Jason Randolph Henderson.

“You fellows will want to hear this! You’ll have to join us in the next room where I’ll be briefing the entire team on this impending case.”

Chief Detective Armbruister gave everyone the opportunity to position themselves. The greedy-eared audience of fifteen stared intently as the tall dark gentleman began to speak in a commanding voice.
Many members of the group resented and scoffed at the idea of taking orders from a Black man; particularly this man of color. However, they dared not disobey an order from such a high ranking official such as ‘Chief Detective’ or ‘Chief Inspector.’

“Okay, now that I have your complete and full attention, I’d like to fill you all in on some new developments as well as a review of what we have currently.
A couple of days ago, some important information fell into our laps. It appears to be the possibility of a witness of witnesses to this particular case.
Two small boys, according to the report, sons of one ‘Madame Deluc,’ were running and playing in the woods of Central Park’s ‘Barriere Du Roule.’ They happened upon a deer thicket. Inside this heavily packed shelter they found three or four large stones which seemed to replicate a seat with a back along with a footstool. They also found, on the upper stone, a white petticoat. On the lower level a silk scarf, a parasol, a pair of white gloves, and a pocket-handkerchief.
Fragments of a dress were also discovered within the brambles as well. The ground was trampled and bush-branches were broken. The scene portrayed evidence of a struggle.
Gentlemen, I might add another interesting twist to this scenario… The handkerchief had a monogrammed name upon it. The name is that of one “Marie Roget.” All eyes widened with new anticipation.

“Between the thicket and the river, the fences were found to be broken down, and the earthen disheveling betrayed evidence of something heavy being dragged along.
All of these items and particulars appear to have been there for not more than three or four weeks. Although they were all mildew covered and pressed from rain activity and stuck to the various surfaces; grass had grown over and around them, were still without question the identifiable garments of our victim.
Consequentially, Madame Deluc testified that she owns the roadside inn which is not far from the riverbank, opposite the Barriere Du Roule. This particular inn is reputed to be the hangout of a miscreant gang of blackguards from the city.
At approximately three o’clock, in the afternoon on the Sunday in question, a young girl arrived at the inn. She was accompanied by a young man of dark complexion. The two remained there for quite some time. They took to the road, upon departure, to some thick woods in the vicinity. The owner’s attention was called to the dress worn by the girl. She particularly noticed the scarf.

The Madame went on to add…not long upon the couple’s departure from her establishment, the gang of ruffians entered the tavern. “They were loud, rude, and behaved like animals. They ate and drank without paying!” She said she and her staff made note of them for complaint to the local authorities. The owner said the group followed the identical route used by the young couple. The young men returned to the inn along about dusk. They hurriedly re-crossed the river, heading back to the dark cover of the city with the greatest of haste.
Upon that same evening, soon after dark, Madame Deluc and her eldest son said they heard violent yet brief screams. The screams were that of a female…a young woman. They said they came from the direction of the thicket. She not only recognized the scarf which was found in the thicket, but the dress upon the discovered corpse.
Valance, a bus driver, testified that he saw Marie Roget cross the river via ferry on that particular Sunday. She was in the company of a dark complected man. Valance exclaimed he knew Marie and could not have been mistaken about her identity. Marie’s relatives also helped our investigation by fully identifying the articles on her person.”

Duprae embraced another point. “Monsieur Chief Inspector, if you will pardon please? It appears that immediately after the discovered clothing and pre-described items there was another thing seemingly of vast consequences. The lifeless body of Monsieur St. Eustache, Marie’s betrothed.”

An empty bottle of ‘Laudanum’ was found clutched in his hand. His breath provided the necessary evidence to convince the presence of poison. A letter was also found on his person. It briefly stated his love and devotion for Marie.
“I need scarcely tell you,” said Duprae, while completing his perusal of my notes, and excitingly benchmarking his against them; gave me a look that I’ve seen many a time – “the hunt is on! The scent is in the air! He shouted, “This is a far more intricate case than the one we’ve previously experienced in France. The two cases differ only in one respect. This is an atrocious instance of crime; albeit nothing really appears to be out of the ordinary. You may observe that, for this reason, the mystery has been considered easy, when, for this reason, it should have been considered difficult.
We should have been able at once to comprehend how and why such an atrocity might have been committed. We all could picture in our imaginations a mode – many modes, and a motive – many motives; and because it was not impossible for either of these numerous modes and motives could quite possibly have been only one. Have we taken for granted that one of them must be correct?
You see ‘Mon’Ami,’ the ease with which these variable fancies were entertained, and the very plausibility which each assumed, should have been understood as indicative rather than difficulties of the facilities which must attend elucidation, oui?
Therefore, I have keenly observed that it is by prominences above the level of the ordinary. That reason feels its way, if at all, in its search for the true, and the proper questions in cases such as this is not so much as ‘what has occurred’ as ‘what has occurred’ as ‘what has occurred that has never occurred before, oui?”

“Even at the beginning of our investigation; the prior case of ‘Marie L’Espanaye’ and her mother, there was no doubt that murder had been done. The insulting idea of suicide was at once excluded. In this case, we are also freed from the idea of believing so; the commencement to all supposition of ‘self-murder.’
Observe, the body was found under circumstances as to have us believe suicide at this point in the investigation, PREPOSTUROUS! I call your attention to the main character of this misadventure. We are all well aware that research and past investigations of drowned bodies, or bodies thrown into the water. The result is that bodies thrown into the water by violence, immediately after death requires six to ten days allowing sufficient decomposition. This action brings the body to the surface. If something, let’s say a cannon is fired and it causes the body to rise before the fifth of sixth day, it will sink again if left alone.
The human body, in general, is neither much lighter nor heavier than the water in the river. The specific gravity of a human body naturally is about equal to the bulk of fresh water. People whose bodies are fat and fleshy, women in general, are lighter the those of someone who is lean, large boned, and/or heavily muscled. However, the fresh water river is influenced by the presence of the sea’s tide level. If not for the tide, very few human bodies would sink at all. When a body id fully immersed, efforts to breathe ultimately pull water into the lungs while most of it is received into the stomach. This causes a body to become heavier by the difference between the weight of the air and that of the fluid which fills them. This simple difference is more than sufficient to cause a body to sink. It has also been recorded that individual with small bones and an abnormal quantity of flaccid or fatty matter will float even after drowning. But I would also suggest another fact to take in to account regarding a drowned body.
My experience does not show that ‘drowned bodies’ require the stated six to ten days for sufficient decomposition to take place, bringing a body to the surface. The proof is indeterminate. If a body has risen to the surface after being disturbed, it will not sink again if let alone. Decomposition has to have progressed far in order to permit the escape of generated gases within.
The distinction made between ‘drowned bodies and that of bodies thrown into the water after death will not sink before decomposure, and will sink if struggling is present.”

“The argument is constant. Is this of is this not, the body of Marie (Rogers) Roget? Three days have come and gone. The body was found floating, oui? If drowned being a female,, she might never have sunk; if having sunk, might have re-appeared in about 24 hours of less,” said Duprae. “However, no one supposes her to have been drowned; and dying before being thrown into the river. She could very well have been floating at any period of time thereafter. Another voice argued if the body had been kept in its’ mangled state on shore until Tuesday night, would not some trace be found on shore of the murderer of murderers? This is at first difficult to perceive the intentions of the architect.
He probably anticipates an objection to his theory by investigators, thinking the body would be kept on shore for two days, believing that rapid decomposition would be more rapid if immersed in water. He is in quite a hurry to show that it was not kept on shore at all. Because some trace would be found of the murderers on shore. This reasoning in no non-sequitor gentlemen, it is highly improbable that any villains would possibly throw a body into the river without weighing it, guaranteeing the sinking.”

“No one disputes the murder. The violent marks are definitely too obvious. It is our killer’s intention to show that the body was not that of Marie Roget. He wishes us to believe that Marie was not assassinated. However, it goes without merit to have us believe the found body is none other than Marie Roget, oui? But we have no real proof of anything, do we? Here, we have a corpse without weight attached in the water. Murderers casting it in would not have failed to attach a weight to the body.
Therefore, it had not been thrown in by murderers. This issue has been addressed and proven. This question of identification has not technically been approached. Someone in and of the media have made statements implying they are convinced of the body’s identity being that of Marie Roget. That particular person has unwittingly reassured against that belief. Also obvious is the intent in reducing as much as possible, the interval between Marie’s disappearance and the finding of this corpse. This thinking urges the point that no person saw the girl from the moment of departing her mother’s house. The conjecture insists there is no evidence that Marie Roget was in the land of the living after 9 o’clock on Sunday, the twenty-second of June. As the media’s argument is at best an expert one, they should, at least have kept this matter out of sight; because if someone truly saw Marie, say on Monday or Tuesday, the interval in question would have probably been reduced the disbelief or the body being that of the missing young lady.
It is however, amusing to notice how media representatives insist upon its point in the full belief in furthering its general argument.

Re-examine if you will, that portion of this argument having reference to the identification of the corpse by Monsieur Beauvis. Not being a complete idiot, he could not have urged in identifying the corpse based simply upon the arm. No human arm is without hair! There would have to be some sort of peculiarity in the shape, color, of length in order to make such a determination, oui? The so-called garter belonging to the mademoiselle is no proof. Nor is a shoe, regardless if the garter was sold in combination package. The flowers in her hat are no proof as well.
It could be most difficult to suppose the killer or killers in earnest. If Monsieur Beauvis, while searching, come upon a body fitting the general size and appearance of the missing woman, he would have been warranted in forming an opinion if his search had proven successful. In addition to the point of general size and contour, if he had noticed upon the woman’s arm, a peculiar hair pattern or sharpen mark, such a birthmark upon the living Marie would certainly have merit. The feet of the corpse were small, as was Marie’s. The probability of this particular body being that of Marie Roget would not be an increase in ratio.
Now, the flowers in the hat did correspond to those worn by the missing mademoiselle. If only one flower; each successive one is multiple evidence or proof multiplied by hundreds, even thousands. Upon the deceased, let us now discover garters such as the living Marie used. These garters appear to be tightened by setting back the clasp, such as practiced by the dead body.
The elastic nature of this clasp-garter is self-demonstrative of the unusual. What is made to adjust itself, most out of necessity, require foreign adjustment on a rarity? It could have been by accident, in its strictest sense, that these garters needed the described tightening. That perfection alone would have ample information in establishing the identity of Marie’s identity.
Gentlemen, it is not that the corpse was found to have the garters of the missing young lady, or found to be wearing her shoes, of her bonnet, or the flowers of her bonnet, of her feet, or a peculiar mark upon her arm, or her general size and appearance – it is that this particular corpse collectively had them all.
With this proof, it could be proved to the doubtful voice, under the circumstances, there would be no need, because in this case, the doubting voices warrant a legitimate assignment to themselves; a commission of ‘De Lunatico Inquirendo!” The doubtful voice has thought is sagacious to echo the small talk of the lawyers, who, for the most part, content themselves with echoing the rectangular precepts of the courts. I would, at this point, observe that very much of what is rejected as evidence by a court, as being that very much of what is rejected as evidence by a court, as being the best evidence to the intellect.
The court, my friends, guided itself by the ‘General Principles of Evidence – The Recognized and Booked Principles.’ These general rules are averse at particular instances. This steadfast diligence and adherence to principle with a rigorous disregard of the conflicting exceptions, is surely a mode of attaining the maximum attainment to and of truth, regardless of the amount of time. Philosophically, this practice engenders a vast amount of individual error.
Monsieur Beauvis is a busy-body. You have all no doubt fathomed the true character of this fellow of low wit. His over acuteness has rendered himself liable to suspicion. In his persistence in asserting the body to be that of Marie Roget, while being unable to volunteer a circumstance to make others believe it too. You see, a man could very well be understood to believe, in such a case as this, without the ability to forward one single reason to believe a second party opinion.
Nothing is more vague, my friends, than impression of individual identity. Each man or woman, in his or her own right, recognizes a neighbor, yet there are few instances in which anyone is prepared to give a reason for his or her reasoning of recognition.
The suspicious circumstances which involve him, will be found to tally with a much better hypothesis of my deduction of a romantic ‘busy-body’ meddling of a supposition of guilt. Once you have grasped the more charitable interpretation, we will have no difficulty in comprehending the rose in the key-hole; the body upon the slate; the elbowing of the male relatives pushing them out of the way; the wayward aversion in permitting them to view the body; the caution given to Madame Roget by Monsieur Beauvis and his female companion, that she must hold no conversation with a gendarme until his return; and lastly, his apparent determination ‘that nobody should have anything to do with the proceedings except himself.’ It seems to me, and quite possibly to you, that Beauvis was a suitor of Marie Roget; that she coquetted with him; and that he was ambitious of being thought to enjoy her fullest intimacy and confidence.
At this point, I shall say nothing further, touching the matter of apathy on the part of the momma and relatives – an apathy in consistent with the supposition of their believing the corpse to be that of the perfumery girl. We shall proceed as it the identity question was settled with the utmost satisfaction.”

I marveled at ‘Chaunea’s’ theory and reckoning as many in the room did as well. At that very moment, not unlike many, I was exceptionally proud of my friend; my cousin, as he so gracefully succeeded in acquiring the full attention of every soul in this listening arena.

“There are those who would have us believe that Mademoiselle Marie was seized by a rough street gang for the city, oui?
But that my dear friends is impossible! Think for a moment, se vous ple, a person so well known by hundreds as this young woman was, could have passed four to six blocks without someone seeing her; without recognizing her is simply ludicrous. Someone like you or me, residing in Paris – you in New York, whose walks to and fro in the city are mostly limited to our respective areas of abode. You all would agree it is seldom we would pass someone who would not recognize us in our daily routines, knowing and being acquainted with others in that particular vicinity. The notoriety of the perfumery-girl, finds no great disparaging between she and us in a walk-about. We all have a tendency to acquaint ourselves with those in our immediate neighborhoods with a kindred spirit, as did this unfortunate soul.
Taking into consideration, the hour at which the girl abounded, was it not during a time when the streets were full of people? The hour suggested nine o’clock in the morning. At that particular time of day, the streets are full of people during the week. On Sunday, however, the populace are mainly indoors preparing for church services. It would prove highly improbable that no observing person could have failed to notice, from about seven until eleven on the morning of every ‘Sabbath,’ the peculiarly deserted air about town.
Also, there is another unsettling point of interest and observation. A piece of one of the dead girl’s petticoats, two feet long, and one foot wide, was torn out and tied under her chin, and around the back of her head; one would guess to silence her screams.
This, of course, is supposed to have been done by the fellows without pocket-handkerchiefs. This idea was not well founded. The idea that these so-called “lowest class of ruffians” are the astute description of people who will always be found to have handkerchiefs even when they are destitute of shirts! Gentlemen, observe, you must have had occasion to realize how absolutely indispensable to the hold-up man, his most essential tool of the trade – the pocket-handkerchief or facial mask, oui?

At present, we should not fail to recognize the laxity in the examination of the corpse. Points to be ascertained, to be sure, are the questions of this readily determined identity. Has the body been mutilated in an inordinary fashion? Did the deceased have any articles of jewelry on her person when leaving home? If so, where there any found after discovering the body? These questions are profoundly important due to evidence untouched, with others that have yet to gain attention.
We will ascertain the validity of the affidavits regarding the whereabouts of Monsieur St. Eustache pm the Sunday in question. His character has been most mystifying to the naked eye. However, we should dismiss St. Eustache from our attention because there is no wrong doing ‘beyond’ suicide. The interior points of this tragedy is truly disconcerting, but outside of the realm of murder.

In looking further, if not deeper into the circumstances of this case; past activities of the missing young lady re-arise with a report just three and one half year ago. The affidavits record a disturbance very similar to the present was caused by the disappearance of this same Marie Roget. She disappeared for more than a week from the perfumery of Monsieur Le Blanc in the ’Palais Royal.’ She did re-appear in her customary fashion and delightful demeanor just as if nothing has happened. However, she did appear noticeably pale of complexion.
It was not out of the ordinary for one to appear pale of complexion at this time of year; she appeared to be abnormally pale. The whiteness of her skin was as if the blood in her system had drained away.

It was known to many that she was in the company of a young naval officer. He, just so happens, to be well known for his past and present debaucheries. It was also supposed that Marie returned home because of a lovers’ quarrel.
And still, another report told of a family being accosted by ‘ferry-bandits.’ The report stated something about an outrageous atrocity perpetrated by a character or characters of low regard. It says a gentleman along with his wife and daughter, along about dusk, employed the services of six young men who were rowing a boat back and forth across the river. They rowed from the banks near the restaurant-inn of Madame DeLuc and her two sons’ roadside inn to the little Island where Eustache’s body was found, and to the shoreline of the city. These young men were to deliver the family to the shoreline of the city.
Upon reaching the opposite shore, the party stepped from the boat onto dry land. They walked away from the docks to a point just beyond view when the daughter realized she’d left her parasol behind.
When she returned to retrieve the umbrella, the gang seized her and carried her in the boat back out into the middle of the river. She was gagged and brutally s*xually assaulted.
It was thought, at that time, a man named ‘Mennais’ was the reputed leader of that particular gang. It was also reported that he was the head of several groups there and about. He was arrested and brought in for questioning and examination. After three days had past, he was exonerated and released after legal inquiries and venues were set into play.
Several days after the attack, a bargeman happened upon an empty sailboat. The sails lay at the bottom of the boat. The bargeman towed the empty vessel back to the ‘Harbor Master.’ The following morning, it was found to be missing. It went missing right under the very noses of the harbor officers on duty.
What was left of the missing boat was its rudder. It was found left alone, on the lonely dock.

“It was not by current design,” said Duprae, “to dwell upon the first or second of the extracted events. I have taken note of them mainly to show you all the extreme remissness of New York’s finest, who as far as I can understand from the Prefect of first investigator on scene, have not bothered to examine the alluded to naval officer. Oui, you have been inept in your investigation gentlemen. However, we now have the opportunity to remedy the situation.
Would it be a fair observation to suggest that between the first and second disappearance of the mademoiselle, there is no supposable connection? First, allow yourselves to admit the return home or from the elopement due to a lover’s spat…the returning home of one who was betrayed.
Secondly, only if we truly knew that an elopement has again taken place; the indication of the betrayer’s s*xual advances, rather than being the result of a new proposal by a second individual. We could very well regard it as ‘making up’ or rekindling the old amour, rather than as a commencement of a new one. We must also take note of the time elapsed between the first determination and the second supposed elopement being a few months more than the general period of the cruising of our men-of-war. My friends, you must by now realize the error of your ways… If the lover had been interrupted by the need to return to sea and had been seized with the opportunity the first time to initiate his design, which he has not yet accomplished – means absolutely nothing, because we truly know what? There was in reality no elopement as previously ascertained? Certainly not! But, are we really prepared to say that there was not a pre-planned design? Other than St. Eustache, and possibly Beauvis, we do not find a recognition, open, or honorable suitors of Marie. Who then, could be the secret lover of Marie Roget? Who is the secret lover that relatives no nothing, but meets on the morning of Sunday? One who is so deeply held in the strictest confidence; that she hesitates – not to remain with him until the cover of evening descends over the solitary groves of the ‘Barriere Du Roule?’
Who is this secret lover? When asked, many of the relatives knew nothing. And what was meant by the mysteriously chilling and prophesized statement made by Madame Roget after Marie’s departure?
“I fear that I shall never see Marie again.”

Chaunea was at his finest. The audience was petrified and greedy of ear to learn of this man’s analytical expertise.
“Glancing first at many facts, let us reflect the events. Can we not imagine the intimate knowledge of Madame Roget? Are we to believe that she was excluded from initial planning of an elopement?
When Marie departed from home to visit the aunt in the ‘Rue Des Drome,’ the plan was to meet with St. Eustache at dusk. We know the Mademoiselle did meet with a companion and crossed the river with him, oui?
The late afternoon hour of three o’clock, they reached the ‘Barriere Du Roule.’ When calling for her at the appointed hour, to the chagrin of her intended suitor, was forced to return to the house with a missing person alarm. His betrothed had not appeared as planned and could not for the life of him, be located. Suspicion, of course, immediately fell upon Monsieur St. Eustache.
The mademoiselle could very well have planned it this way. She could have thought to be very secretive in order to disallow any sort of interruption of plan, do you not think?
It is highly possible to believe that Marie planned the entire event.

‘I will tell my mother that I am going to visit and spend the day with my aunt at Rue Des Dromes. I will also tell St. Eustache to call for me not earlier than dusk to dark. This plan would make it possible for me to cast no suspicion or anxiety in my being this long gone from home or sight. I will then have more time to do what is planned. St Eustache will do as I ask and not call for me until the appointed hour. Should I not plan to meet with him will arouse suspicion and I will not be able to get away. They will all never know whether I will not return or not.
While it is possible that I shall never return, at least not before some weeks have passed; certain concealments must be accepted without criticism or judgment.’

Now gentlemen, you no doubt have within your notes, the most general opinion as it relates to this sad affair. From the very first, it was summarily supposed by many that the young lady had been accosted by a roving gang of blackguards, yes? Okay, this popular opinion under certain conditions, cannot of course, be disallowed.
Gentlemen, in ninety to one hundred cases of accosted victims, I would almost certainly agree. But there is no concrete proof or sustainable suggestions to the contrary. Public opinion, as it is thought by me, has been super-induced by the totalitarian of third party extracts.
Everyone from New York to Paris is excited by the discovery of a corpse believed to be that of Marie Roget. Oh yes, this girl, so young and beautiful, and notorious – a corpse is found bearing the marks of violence and floating in the river.
We also know, at that very time period, or near, an outrage similar in nature to our investigation has surfaced. It is supposed that this young girl was abducted, assaulted, and assassinated by a gang of ruffians from the city, in a boat.
Marie too, was found in that very river; and upon this very river, the known outrage was committed. The connection between the two events did indeed supply an abundance of palpable mental and psychological suggestion to believe murder has been committed.
The populace would, in believing the relativity of the two killings would fail in the appreciation and seizure of realizing that one gang of ruffians were perpetrating, at a given location, a most heinous crime; there should be another gang; in a similar location in the same city; under the same circumstances; with the same means and appliances; engaged in a crime of exactly the same aspect; at precisely the same period of time!
In this marvelous conveyance of coincidences, the incidental, accidental, and suggested opinion of the public and so-called professionals would have us believe as they.
Rationally deducing the facts and events, my dear colleagues, consider the supposed scene of the assassinations. You may recall the thicket at the little river island, Le Barriere Du Roule? This thicket, although dense, was in close proximity of a public road as well as by boat. Within this particular thicket were three of four large stones, forming a type of seat with a back and footstool. On the upper stone was a white petticoat; on the second, a silk scarf. We also found a parasol or umbrella, gloves, and a pocket-handkerchief. The handkerchief bore the name of Marie Roget. Fragments of her dress were found on the branches all around as well. The ground was trampled, bushes were broken, and there was clear evidence of a violent struggle all about.
Twenty days have elapsed between that fatal Sunday and the afternoon upon which the boys happened upon the scene. There remains to be no real evidence that the articles discovered had been there for more than a few days. There is, however, much circumstantial proof that they could not have remained there for very long without attracting attention.
Think back, se vous plea? The articles in question were found to be mildewed down hard with the action of the rain and stuck together from mildew. The grass had grown all around and over them. The upper part where it had been doubled and folded was all mildewed and rotten. The material tore into withered shreds upon being opened. With respect to the grass having grown around and over them, it is obvious the fact could only have been ascertained by description and recollections from two young boys. It was these two boys who in fact, removed the articles and took them home before they had been examined by a third party.
There is another point of interest my friends. The floating opinion of the articles being found in the thicket for three to four weeks is absolutely absurd! In the warm and damp weather, not unlike the weather during the murder; the grass will grow. It will usually grow to two or three inches in a single day, according to the local residents. An umbrella, parasol se vous plea, lying upon a newly turfed surface, may very well, in a single week, be entirely covered and hidden from sight by the rapid growth of grass. Mildew is a fungus. It festers and takes hold within twenty-four hours. It is highly yet exceedingly difficult to believe that these items of discovery could have remained in the thicket for longer than a week at best.
The people who have resided here for generations are highly aware of the extreme difficulty in finding seclusion. The only possibility of such could only happen at a great distance – the suburbs. Even during the week-days, according to several locals whom we interviewed, seeking solitude amid the scenes of natural beauty and loveliness; which surrounds us; in the densest foliage would be in vain. There are many nooks and crannies that are occupied by the unwashed homeless of society.
One has to wonder, if it is and during the week, how is it during the ‘Sabbath?’
The boys of Madame De Luc are naturally curious young fellows. Like many young boys, hardly a day passes without at least one of them finding something. The thicket was a favorite hangout. It supplied a natural covering canopy over top the naturally embedded throne of stone. Anyone who cannot imagine the adventures have never been a young boy or have simply forgotten.
It is exceedingly difficult to comprehend how the articles of clothing and personal items could have remained in the thicket.
They have gone undiscovered for a longer period then a couple of days. With adventurers like Madame De Luc’s boys exploring throughout, this leaves a great deal of suspicion to be cast.
You have all, no doubt observed in your notes; the reporting of the girl supposedly had become the victim of a gang of blackguards. I advise you to notice the highly artificially arranged articles of discovery. On the upper stone lay a white petticoat; on the second, a silk scarf; scattered around, were an umbrella – a parasol if you like, gloves, and a pocket-handkerchief bearing the name of ‘Marie Roget.’ To the astute mind, eagle-eye, and well-read grey cells, this is by no means a really natural arrangement. We should have been expected to see all the things lying around and trampled underfoot.
What we should have seen, with the wrestling, struggling, and brushing to and fro of several persons; is evidence of a struggle. It has been stated in one or two reports that ‘there was evidence of a struggle’ in the narrow limits of the bowery, an annex of the neighboring bowery; earth was trampled, the bushes broken, and the petticoat and scarf were deposited and neatly placed as if on a closet shelf. The pieces of frock torn and pulled from the thorn bushes were about three or four inches wide and six to eight inches long. The hem of the garment had been mended. They looked like strips had been torn off. These slightly irregular placements have employed definite reasons to arouse suspicion, oui?
The described pieces do indeed have the appearance of those torn purposely, by hand. However, in the rarest of moments, accidents occur. A thorn or a nail catching hold of such a fabric will divide and tear the frock into rectangular angles in any given direction. We are expected to believe that not only one piece of the garment was torn, but many pieces were torn in the same manner; at the hem. Another piece was also torn that was not part of the hem. It was the un-edged interior of the dress! These things, I say, are things that must be taken into consideration. Collectively, they form reasonable grounds for suspicion. To deny this thicket as the tragic scene of this appalling outrage! The startling circumstances of these articles and the removal of a carcass by the murderer or murderers unknown, should have taken precautions in fulfilling the protocol of this dastardly deed added to the lists of suspicions.
The chief purpose of all that I have adduced is to bring you, one and all, to the most natural route in further contemplation of doubting whether this supposed assassination has or has not been the work of a gang. It is also my intention to bring to justice, the perpetrator or perpetrators of this despicable act.
In resuming the question by mere allusion to the disgusting revolving details of the inquest’s examining surgeon. His published inferences, regarding the number of ruffians justly and properly ridiculed as unrealistic and totally baseless by every reputable anatomists between New York and Paris. It there is no grounds for inference, there could in no possibility is room for another.
Reflecting, once again, the traces of a struggle do not reflect evidence of a gang. What have these traces supposed to demonstrate? What struggle could have taken place? What struggle between a weak defenseless girl and the gang of ruffians? What struggle was so violent and so enduring as to have left its traces in all directions? The victim must have been absolutely yielding and passive in the rough arms of so violent and so obstinate a nature as to have left traces of the apparent. It seems absolutely impossible to believe these evidences of guilt should have been accidently left were they were found. The killer or killers also possessed sufficient presence of mind, supposedly, to remove the cadaver. This presents positive evidence. It presents even more evidence than the corpse itself. Can you imagine the dead body being allowed to lie conspicuously out in the open air, whose features might have been quickly obliterated by decay? Remember the handkerchief with the supposing dead girl’s name upon it? Do you really think this was an accidental death? I can assure you all that this was no accident and least of all, no accident of any gang!
Imagine an individual, se vous plea? He has committed the murder. He is alone with the ghost of the departed. He is appalled by what lies motionless before him. The fury of his passion gone…there is commodious room in his heart to step back and take in the natural awe of the deed which has been done. He nurtures with confidence the presence of numbers he inevitably inspires. Alone with the dead he remains. His bewilderment causes him to tremble. The necessity for cadaver disposal overshadows it all. He finds it difficult, almost impossible to bear the weight of the corpse during the journey towards the river. The evidence of guilt is left behind, the sounds of life encompasses his path as well. Long pauses and quick rest allow him to recharge the perseverance to traverse. The weight of the ghastly gruesome object was ever so overwhelming. He fancies the hearing of sound. The footsteps of an observer abound. City lights bewilder him. The agony of the burden finally relieved when at long last he reaches the river’s edge. The putrid, cold, and stiff remains became the burden of medium to a small sail-equipped rowboat.
What would have the power to urge the return of that lonely murderer over that toilsome perilous path? What would have the power to make him return to the thicket and its blood-chilling recollection? He does not return. He allows the consequences to be what they may. Even if he could, he would not return. The number one thought is to immediately escape the scene. Thoughts of dreadful shrubberies, dirt, and water remain as he fled from the wrath forthcoming.
The fences behind the thicket and the river were found to be taken down. The ground showed evidence of something heavy being dragged. To three or four people, the limbs of a corpse would have afforded sufficient and convenient handles for transport. Albeit, the outer garment of the corpse; a slip, about a foot wide, had been found to be torn upward from the bottom hem to the waist. It was wound three times around the waist and secured by a type of hitch in the back. Do you not think that this was done by design in order to carry the body? Would any number of men have dreamed up such a device for sake of experience? I think not!
All this would not have happened if the corpse were carried as opposed to dragging. Then, as I have previously mentioned, this was done by fellows who had no pocket-handkerchiefs.
More language of evidence speaks to the strip of cloth found around the neck, fitting loosely, and secured with a hard knot was not used to quiet the screams. The slip was eighteen inches wide, and therefore, although made of muslin, would form a strong band when folded or rumpled like that of a length of hemp.
The point to this inference is the solitary murderer, having carried the corpse for quite a distance; be it the thicket of elsewhere; by means of the bondage hitched around its middle, found the weight too much for his strength. He decided to drag the body, as proven by evidence.
It became necessary to attach something in the nature of a rope to one of the lower extremities. This move proved feasible. Tying one end around the neck, where the head would prevent slippage of the rope. Unquestionably, the murderer thinks, of the bondage about the loins. Oh yes, he would have used this method, but for its volution about the corpse, the hitch which embarrassed it, and reflecting that it had been torn off from the garment. It was easier to tear a new slip from the petticoat. He tore it and made it secure around the neck. In this fashion he did pull and drag the carcass to the river’s edge. The ‘bandage-slip’ was only attainable via trouble and unforeseen delay. However, the imperfect bonding aid proved worthy to the call. The make-shift rope employed, demonstrates the necessity of a handkerchief that was not available. This all occurred after leaving the thicket. That is to say, if the thicket was used at all on the way between the bushes and the river.”

One of the young detectives, Adam Marshall, stood with a hand raised in question.
“Excuse me, pardon Monsieur Duprae!” Chaunea paused momentarily, smiled and bade the young gendarme to pose his question.
“The evidence of statement; supplied by Madame De Luc, points directly and especially to the presence of a gang in the vicinity of the thicket. They were spotted and identified at or about the time of the murder. This is the sworn testimony of the Madame in accordance to her complaint of servicing the rowdy group who did not pay for services rendered. She also stated it was this group who followed the couple after leaving the inn. If you could explain that sir, it would bring us all to the forefront of your analogy?”

“Bon Jour, my young friend and colleague,” replied the smiling Chaunea. “I will do the very best in explaining the circumstances to you and everyone, young detective.” Chaunea continued on with his thesis surrounding the tragic events.
“Madame De Luc points especially towards the presence of a street gang in the vicinity. She also says all this happened at or about the epoch of this repulsive tragedy.
I sincerely doubt if there were not one as opposed to a dozen gangs involved, as described by Madame De Luc. The gang which has drawn attention during this investigation has proven to be somewhat tardy and very suspicious evidence, of Madame De Luc.
The only gang which is represented by the forthright, honest, and scrupulous old lady as having eaten her cakes and swallowing her brandy without bothering to pay – have proven a worthy group for accusations, oui?” Chaunea peered directly at Detective Marshall. Their eyes locked intently.
“But where is this precise evidence? Where is this evidence of guilt as pointed out by the Madame?” asked Duprae.
“A gang of miscreants made their appearance, behaved boisterously, ate and drank without paying, followed in the route of the young couple, returned to the inn about dusk, and re-crossed the river in a great hurry.” Chaunea paused and rubbed his chin while casting a wide gaze across the group.
“Now, this great hurry, this great haste could very possibly be seen as a greater haste in the eyes of the lady inn-keeper since she dwelt lingeringly and lamentingly upon her violated food and drink. You see, she entertained the hope of compensation for hospitality, and sustenance. Why, since it was about dusk, would she make a point of the ‘rush’ or ‘haste’ by the gang?
This question leaves no room or cause for wonder. My friends, surely, even a gang of villains should make haste to get home when a wide river is to be crossed in small boats, when an impending storm approaches along with the threat of night-time darkness.
Yes, I do say ‘approaches’ because night has not yet arrived. It was just about dusk, like the morning twilight, when the indecent rush of these ‘miscreants’ offended the alert and sober eyes of Madame De Luc. We were told that it was on that very evening when Madame De Luc and her eldest son heard the screams of a female in the vicinity of the inn.
Now, listen very carefully…
In what words did Madame Del Luc designate the time on period of the evening at which these screams were heard? She said it was soon after dark! A pre-stated description records, “and about dusk,” is certainly still daylight! With that, it is abundantly clear that the gang left the ‘Barriere Du Roule’ prior to the overheard screams; of a young woman, by Madame De Luc and her son.
Imagine, if you will, a large sum of money or reward be offered along with a full a full and absolute pardon to any member of a gang. Would it, do you think, not take very long for one member to turn on the other? How many, which one would be no so greedy of reward and anxious for escape as to not early and eagerly become the betrayer?
The secret has not as yet divulged itself to be the very best of proof that it is in fact, a secret. The horrific horrors of this dark deed are only known to one, or two, living human beings; and to God.
Now, to sum up this long analysis and ascertainment, we have arrived to the pinnacle of the questioning idea. Was it a fatal accidental under the roof of Madame De Luc, or a murder perpetrated in the thicket at the Barriere Du Roule? Was this unholy deed done by a lover, on at least by an intimate and secret associate of the deceased?
This secretive or secreted associate is of a swarthy complexion. This complexion, the hitch in the bondage, and the sailor’s knot with which the bonnet-ribbon is tied, all point to a seaman.
The relationship developed with this young happy and willing girl designates him as above the grade of a common sailor. Well written and urgent communications between the two, were admitted to journal. They have by far, proven corroboration. The first elopement report tends to blend the idea of this seaman with that of the naval officer who was first known to be the leader in this unfortunate crime.
At this point – arrives the most fitting circumstance; the continued absence of him with the dark complexion. Observing the complexion of this man as dark and swarthy; it was by no means a common swarthiness that constitutes the sole point of remembering, regarding both Valence and Madame Du Luc. The question remains… Why is this man missing? Was he murdered by the gang? If so, why are there only traces of the murdered girl? The scene of the two grizzly outrages will be of course, naturally be supposed identical. And where is his corpse? Would not the perpetrators have disposed of both bodies in the same manner? It has been said that this man still lives and is deterred from making himself known due to dread of being charged with the murder.
This late consideration might be supposed to operate upon him since it has been established that he has been seen with Marie. This realization bears no weight at the epoch of the dastardly deed. The first impulse of an innocent man would have been to announce the outrage and to offer assistance in identifying and apprehending the ruffians. This behavior would unsurprisingly suggest.
He had been seen with the girl. He had crossed the river with her in an open ferry-boat. Even an idiot, the surest and sole means of relieving himself from suspicion is to deny the existence of assassins.
Now, we may ask, what means do we have of attaining the truth, the first affair or the first elopement? Let us examine the full history of this so-called officer; with his present circumstances, along with his whereabouts at the precise period of time as the murder.
And a previous period, there were those who insisted vehemently upon the guilt of ‘Mennais’ through communications and news media. Let us endeavor to ascertain and repeat our questioning of the Madame, her boys, and the Omni-bus driver, Valence. This bears something more of the personal appearance and bearing of the ‘dark complexion man.’
Queries, skillfully directed, will not fail to elicit, from some of the parties, information on this particular point – information which the parties themselves may not even be aware of possessing.
At this time, we should bring our attention to the river vessel. This particular boat was towed into port by a bargeman. The boat, without the cognizance of the officers on duty, was submitted without its rudder. This appearance occurred prior to the discovery of the dead body.
We will further our investigation surrounding this boat. For you see gentlemen, the rudder is at hand. This sailboat would not have been abandoned without some form of inquisition. The abandoned vehicle was not repeated to any news agency of local police. So how is it that a person or persons unknown manage to silently steal away the boast without knowing of its whereabouts? Can we imagine some type of connection with the Navy?
The probability of the killer availing himself to a boat has already been mentioned. We are to understand that Marie Rogers was cast over the side of the boat. This is the only possible conclusion that we can arrive. The corpse could not be left in the shallow waters of the shore. It would surely be discovered to soon. The dead body shows peculiar marks on the back, shoulders, and rib cage. These marks are consistent with the bottom ribs of the sailboat in question. Since the body was dumped and found without weighted supports, is indicative to presuppose the body being disposed of by boat as opposed to being disposed of from shore. If it was thrown from a shore point, a weighted object would have been attached, keeping it from surfacing. We can account for the absence of weights by the killer due to his neglected precaution. He would have probably unquestionably noticed his oversight. He had no way of making corrections to the error. He would not dare to return to scene of the dragging. Having disposed of the accursed corpse, the killer would hasten his retreat back into the city. He would have been in too great a hurry in securing the boat at the wharf, once slipping out of it. The natural thing to do is to distance yourself from the chalice of evil; this conveyance of death. He would not have wanted the boat to remain docked. He would assure himself of escape with the death vessel adrift.
By morning, unutterable horror would have gripped his soul upon discovering the boat had been discovered and picked up, and docked at the wharf of the local waterway authorities.
The next night, the killer steals away through the darkness and silently crosses the pier to where the boat is slipped. Without notice, warning, or permission, he removes the rudder. The killer then once again sets the sailboat adrift to the mercy of the rivers current.

At first glimpse, the dawn of our success begins. Our obtainment of the suspected killer’s identity has been firmly established as are his estimated whereabouts. This death-boat has guided us thoroughly to him who has employed it with a rapidity that has indeed delivered us surprise. The murderer shall be traced and apprehended with a major quickness.”

The desired approach has been brought to pass and the Prefect filled with punctuality, the fulfillment of Duprae’s contract and professional assistance.
Chaunea and I were very pleased with the ending result of this particular case. We smiled, laughed, and ate to our pleasured contentment while discussing and planning for our departure and return to Paris.

The doorbell rang. The door of our hotel-room was being assaulted by a continuous pounding and banging. I fumbled feebly for the timepiece as to advise us of the time. It was half past seven. We had drunkenly placed our heads upon soft pillow at just past 5a.m. The accursed pounding would not stop. We shouted in unison, “Go Away – Stop That Confounded Pounding Upon Our Door – You Must Have The Wrong Room!”
A voice cried out. “Monsieur Duprae, Monsieur Poe, You Cannot Leave – You Must Come At Once!” The pounding upon the locked door commenced…again.

Duprae did not move a muscle or face from slumber. The deafening noise drove us to madness with the opening of the door. The uniformed New York City Gendarme who appeared was as pale as a ghost and drenched in perspiration. Excitement ruled the concert of his vocal chords as he delivered his horror-filled message in a high-pitched tone; as one of an operatic performer.
“There’s been another killing – another murder! You must come quickly!” Duprae was standing – starry-eyed, partially attired, and in shoes as I turned to inform him of the herald’s message.

“Eddie,” whispered Chaunea. “Have you your revolver?” I answered, “Yes.”
“Eddie?” he asked. “Have you any silver bullets?” I answered, “No Chaunea.”
“Let us hurry Eddie, for I fear it may be too late to catch him before he departs!”
I answered, “Who Chaunea?” I fumbled with my shoes after retrieving and putting on my trousers. “The Prefect, Chief Detective Armbruister, Chief Inspector Abberline, and Chief of Police Henderson have concluded this case. To whom do you refer?”
Duprae did not answer as he rushed past me and through the door, down the corridor to the elevator. He frantically pushed the elevator call button before bolting down the stairs.
Once outside he hastened to find a Hanson at 7:40a.m. However, the police carriage which conveyed the message-bearing gendarme would suffice very well.
“Officer,” shouted Duprae! “You were sent to collect me and my companion, is that correct?”
“Aye Sir, I was instructed to deliver the message and return with you and your assistant as quickly as possible by my superiors, Sir!”
“Very well,” replied Chaunea. “Come; let us not waste a moment! We must get to the ‘Wilford Plaza’ as fast as these horses can run!”

The driver was encouraged to lay whip through the air. The horses cried a ‘Winnie’ with excitement as they bolted forward. The steel-rounded wheels of the carriage were trimmed and fitted with a rubber coating so as not to make unnecessary clattering and clanking noises upon the cobble-stoned causeway.
The driver and gendarme protested the detour. Duprae insisted upon the unexpected direction. Before the horse-drawn carriage could be brought to a stop, Chaunea bolted forward, out of the coach, up the short flight of carpeted stairs, and through the double-doors of the hotel. He motioned for us to hurry and follow. He did not bother to call or wait for an elevator car. He bolted for the stairs instead; right up to the third floor – room three hundred and ten.
Attempting to catch our breaths, the gendarme and I managed to keep up with Chaunea. Strangely, before arriving at the hotel, we searched for a gun and weapons shoppe. We were fortunate enough to find one that was not quite fully opened for the day. The shop keeper was surprised while being caught off guard by our early morning patronage. He was even set back further with Chaunea’s amazingly fantastic and bazar request for a box of silver bullets. Again fortune has availed itself to our frantic Monsieur Duprae.

Chaunea raised his fist to knock upon the door of room three hundred and ten. Before the knock could be delivered, the door of the hotel room flew open.

“I knew it would not take you very long Monsieur Duprae.” said Abberline.
“Oui Monsieur, I can see that you are prepared for a trip. A trip back to London…to the killing grounds, Monsieur?” replied Duprae.
Abberline dropped his bags and reached with his right hand under his overcoat. Duprae placed his left hand on Abberline’s left breast, indicating a cease and desist.
Abberline dropped his right hand. Duprae motioned for the uniformed officer to take Abberline into custody.
Duprae removed a revolver from the breast-holster of Abberline’s left side inner suit-coat. Abberline did not resist. He simply took a step backward indicating surrender. When the police officer attempted to subdue and search him, Abberline struck the officer with a mighty blow of the left fist. The officer crumpled to the floor unconscious. Swinging with the right, he barely missed Chaunea who skillfully ducked the punch and kicked out hard with his right foot. The heel of his boot smacked Abberline right behind the right ear and dropped him like a sack of potatoes, flat on his face.
Abberline attempted to rise with meaningful retaliation, but to no avail. I enslaved his movement by placing my left foot on the nape of his neck and cocked the hammer of my revolver.
Abberline could see the sparkling shine of brand new silver bullets gleaming from the chamber of my revolver; and knew immediately it was all over. You see, he knew ordinary ammunition would do him no harm. A shot from a normal lead-based projectile would not kill him while a solid-silver one would.

Chaunea removed from his left pocket, a small brown-colored bottle of no more than 50ml (2oz). He then removed the cap and dripped a few drops on the outstretched hand of Chief Inspector Abberline. The droplets singed and burned his skin almost down to the bone. The inspector screamed and cursed in unexplainable agony.
My friend leaned over to me and whispered in my ear. “Eddie, it’s ‘Holy Water.’ I’ve had it blessed by a priest well before coming here today. I then began to understand everything in complete and utter detail as I listened to Chaunea while looking into the reddening eyes of the subdued chief inspector.

Upon helping the recovering officer to his feet, Chaunea ordered him out to fetch other officers and to notify his superiors as well. After placing the inspector in restraining shackles, the officer obeyed his commands. Abberline sat in a chair near the bed and began speaking to my dear friend and cousin.

Blood stained clothing and droplets on the inspector’s shoes proved his business from the night before, the clothing discovered amongst his items in the valise; the shoes on his feet.

“I saw with my own two eyes, what that man had changed into. He changed, before my eyes, into the murderous monster of beasts; not unlike the one you see before you.”

The inspector spoke with a great sadness; painfully, with the ease of a great burden being lifted from his shoulders.

“I saw him change and kill, maim, and destroy one hundred and twenty-three doctors, interns, and observers in that medical examination and teaching auditorium. The catastrophic insanity of that insane asylum, utterly besieged by horrific madness and rage, bloodied the place beyond all recognition. He killed and cast chaos into the calmness of the commodious teaching facility – and vengeance upon his attending antagonist physicians – upon every living soul in that atrium of observation.
The Talbot family curse has blossomed into and upon many. Sir John Talbot, Lawrence’s father, was bitten by a wild boy in the mountains of India while on a hunting expedition. The wild boy was never caught or seen again. The bite which Sir John suffered changed his life forever and that of his wife, children, and family as well. He and his spouse bore to the world, two sons. I saw him cast fear, slash, slaughter, and ravage the heart of London-Town’s ‘Piccadilly Square’ and across ‘London Bridge.’ We gave chase of him, the long-toothed, and bold of muscle, hairy beast for miles. I caught up with him at ‘Talbot Hall.’
I shot him once, twice, three times, and emptied my revolver. He did not stop his advance. He was shot and killed by a woman armed with a gun full of silver bullets – but not before I became infected with the disease of ‘Lycanthropy.’ He, Lawrence, did bite me and scratch me during the melee at the asylum.”

I sat in awe, aghast at the unfolded details and sorrow spilled from the mouth of the inspector from Scotland Yard. He explained how he had managed to stay out of the lime-light and suspicion by investigating and working cases mostly alone. He espoused a great sorrow for the many lives taken by him over the years while being afflicted with this terrible infection.
His continual denial and mounting bodies, taken mostly from the poorest of district boweries like London’s ‘White Chapel,’ ‘White Hall ’and‘ The Rue Morgue’; have served to feed his hunger.
The rich and lofty gave not a care for the happenings, concern, and plight of the poor. Dead bodies pilling up didn’t matter so long as they were properly disposed of. Many went to medical facilities, asylums, and experimental laboratories anyway. The ‘Body-Snatchers’ made a wonderful living of such.

“Marie and her two friends, had simply become an inconvenient nuisance.” said the inspector. “You see, while we were expectantly working here in New York, I happened upon them one evening prior to the hunt.
St. Eustache, a useless peasant discovered my secret. I held him to secrecy. I thought he might serve me well. I was wrong. He found the body of Marie after he’d told her about me the night before. He planned to ‘blackmail’ me and told her of such. Her betrothed and her so-called secret lover were in cahoots; conspirators. He knew she would die the moment I found out about the conspiracy. He knew that she would die as well as his partner in crime, the sailor who got away…but not for long. He would have held me to blackmail and his fortune. I bade Eustache to take his woman away from this place. He failed. I promised ‘Mennais’ life-time wealth once he did rid the world of the two lovers and my secret with them. He did just that.
Beauvis got too pushy and nosey. He began to make demands and was constantly hounding me for money, or he would expose me to ‘Madame Roget.’ He had to go…while his other lady friend of secrecy wore the ‘five-pointed star – the pentagram of death (it would simply be a matter of time before she meets her death by yours truly).’ I poured the laudanum or dilaudid, if you will, down Eustache’s throat. He would have died because of Marie anyway. I couldn’t wait for the Moon on this one.
My bags and belongings were pre-packed as of last week. There is no cure from this illness, Monsieur. I knew it was just a matter of time before you, Monsieur, would have put it all together and to right.
And tonight, exactly as last night; the Wolfsbane will not help because there isn’t any remaining; there will be a full moon.



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Voice-over is a Text to Voice Converter app that will read aloud any text file on your device. For many languages it can read out from a PDF file with the help of a built in text extractor. No need to type or paste(though you can). Read aloud text or pdf file on your device. File selector enable you to select the file to read.

This is a highly useful app for students wanting to read their books or others wanting to read a novel or any interesting material -fiction , non-fiction or other…
https://www.amazon.com/NIJASMART-SYSTEMS-PRIVATE-LIMITED-Voice-over/dp/B07B4T8JCH/ref=sr_1_23?ie=UTF8&qid=1530640575&sr=8-23&keywords=voice+reader

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“Voice Reader Technology”:

https://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_ss_i_2_12?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=voice+reader&sprefix=voice+reader%2Caps%2C146&crid=2BSXF4FKP9VJY&rh=i%3Aaps%2Ck%3Avoice+reader
https://search.yahoo.com/search;_ylt=AwrJ7JpItztbwiIAnRxXNyoA;_ylc=X1MDMjc2NjY3OQRfcgMyBGZyA2NybWFzBGdwcmlkAzU5TmNBcDlaVHVhWTVOc01lSVNIR0EEbl9yc2x0AzAEbl9zdWdnAzAEb3JpZ2luA3NlYXJjaC55YWhvby5jb20EcG9zAzAEcHFzdHIDBHBxc3RybAMwBHFzdHJsAzMwBHF1ZXJ5A3ZvaWNlY29udHJvbGxlZHJlYWRpbmd0b29scyUyMAR0X3N0bXADMTUzMDY0MDI1Ng–?p=voicecontrolledreadingtools+&fr2=sb-top&fr=crmas

These are just some of the currently available “Read-Assist” programs. Check Them All Out and Choose The Right One For You!

Happy Reading! 🙂

Peace and Love,

‘G’

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"ReadAloud" is a very powerful text-to-speech app which can read aloud web pages, news, documents, e-books or your own custom contents. ReadAloud can help with your busy life by reading aloud your articles while you continue with your other tasks. This app can be of great help to students with their reading assignments and also improve their reading speed. For visually impaired people this app can be of great assistance.

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"READALOUD":

ReadAloud is a very powerful text-to-speech app which can read aloud web pages, news, documents, e-books or your own custom contents. ReadAloud can help with your busy life by reading aloud your articles while you continue with your other tasks. This app can be of great help to students with their reading assignments and also improve their reading speed. For visually impaired people this app can be of great assistance.
https://www.microsoft.com/en-us/p/readaloud/9wzdncrdn3ms?activetab=pivot%3Aoverviewtab
...

"VOICEOVER":

Voice-over is a Text to Voice Converter app that will read aloud any text file on your device. For many languages it can read out from a PDF file with the help of a built in text extractor. No need to type or paste(though you can). Read aloud text or pdf file on your device. File selector enable you to select the file to read.

This is a highly useful app for students wanting to read their books or others wanting to read a novel or any interesting material -fiction , non-fiction or other...
https://www.amazon.com/NIJASMART-SYSTEMS-PRIVATE-LIMITED-Voice-over/dp/B07B4T8JCH/ref=sr_1_23?ie=UTF8&qid=1530640575&sr=8-23&keywords=voice+reader

>

"Voice Reader Technology":

https://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_ss_i_2_12?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=voice+reader&sprefix=voice+reader%2Caps%2C146&crid=2BSXF4FKP9VJY&rh=i%3Aaps%2Ck%3Avoice+reader
https://search.yahoo.com/search;_ylt=AwrJ7JpItztbwiIAnRxXNyoA;_ylc=X1MDMjc2NjY3OQRfcgMyBGZyA2NybWFzBGdwcmlkAzU5TmNBcDlaVHVhWTVOc01lSVNIR0EEbl9yc2x0AzAEbl9zdWdnAzAEb3JpZ2luA3NlYXJjaC55YWhvby5jb20EcG9zAzAEcHFzdHIDBHBxc3RybAMwBHFzdHJsAzMwBHF1ZXJ5A3ZvaWNlY29udHJvbGxlZHJlYWRpbmd0b29scyUyMAR0X3N0bXADMTUzMDY0MDI1Ng--?p=voicecontrolledreadingtools+&fr2=sb-top&fr=crmas

These are just some of the currently available "Read-Assist" programs. Check Them All Out and Choose The Right One For You!


Happy Reading! :-)


Peace and Love,


'G'


"Twitter"
https://twitter.com/AuthorBoulwareG

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