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The mental features discoursed of as the analytical, are, in themselves, but little susceptible of analysis. We

appreciate them only in their effects. We know of them, among other things, that they are always to their

possessor, when inordinately possessed, a source of the liveliest enjoyment. As the strong man exults in his

physical ability, delighting in such exercises as call his muscles into action, so glories the analyst in that

moral activity which disentangles. He derives pleasure from even the most trivial occupations bringing his

talent into play. He is fond of enigmas, of conundrums, hieroglyphics; exhibiting in his solutions of each a

degree of acumen which appears to the ordinary apprehension praeternatural. His results, brought about by

the very soul and essence of method, have, in truth, the whole air of intuition.

The faculty of resolution is possibly much invigorated by mathematical study, and especially by that highest

branch of it which, unjustly, and merely on account of its retrograde operations, has been called, as if par

excellence, analysis. Yet to calculate is not in itself to analyze. A chessplayer, for example, does the one,

without effort at the other. It follows that the game of chess, in its effects upon mental character, is greatly

misunderstood. I am not now writing a treatise, but simply prefacing a somewhat peculiar narrative by

observations very much at random; I will, therefore, take occasion to assert that the higher powers of the

reflective intellect are more decidedly and more usefully tasked by the unostentatious game of draughts than

by all the elaborate frivolity of chess. In this latter, where the pieces have different and bizarre motions, with

various and variable values, what is only complex, is mistaken (a not unusual error) for what is profound. The

attention is here called powerfully into play. If it flag for an instant, an oversight is committed, resulting in

injury or defeat. The possible moves being not only manifold, but involute, the chances of such oversights are

multiplied; and in nine cases out of ten, it is the more concentrative rather than the more acute player who

conquers. In draughts, on the contrary, where the moves are unique and have but little variation, the

probabilities of inadvertence are diminished, and the mere attention being left comparatively unemployed,

what advantages are obtained by either party are obtained by superior acumen. To be less abstract, let us

suppose a game of draughts where the pieces are reduced to four kings, and where, of course, no oversight is

to be expected. It is obvious that here the victory can be decided (the players being at all equal) only by some

recherche movement, the result of some strong exertion of the intellect. Deprived of ordinary resources, the

analyst throws himself into the spirit of his opponent, identifies himself therewith, and not unfrequently sees

thus, at a glance, the sole methods (sometimes indeed absurdly simple ones) by which he may seduce into

Whist has long been known for its influence upon what is termed the calculating power; and men of the

highest order of intellect have been known to take an apparently unaccountable delight in it, while eschewing

chess as frivolous. Beyond doubt there is nothing of a similar nature so greatly tasking the faculty of analysis.

The best chessplayer in Christendom may be little more than the best player of chess; but proficiency in

whist implies a capacity for success in all these more important undertakings where mind struggles with

mind. When I say proficiency, I mean that perfection in the game which includes a comprehension of all the

sources whence legitimate advantage may be derived. These are not only manifold, but multiform, and lie

frequently among recesses of thought altogether inaccessible to the ordinary understanding. To observe

attentively is to remember distinctly; and, so far, the concentrative chessplayer will do very well at whist;

while the rules of Hoyle (themselves based upon the mere mechanism of the game) are sufficiently and

generally comprehensible. Thus to have a retentive memory, and proceed by "the book" are points commonly

regarded as the sum total of good playing. But it is in matters beyond the limits of mere rule that the skill of

the analyst is evinced. He makes, in silence, a host of observations and inferences. So, perhaps, do his

companions; and the difference in the extent of the information obtained, lies not so much in the validity of

the inference as in the quality of the observation. The necessary knowledge is that of what to observe. Our

player confines himself not at all; nor, because the game is the object, does he reject deductions from things

external to the game. He examines the countenance of his partners, comparing it carefully with that of each of

his opponents. He considers the mode of assorting the cards in each hand; often counting trump by trump,

and honor by honor, through the glances bestowed by their holders upon each. He notes every variation of

face as the play progresses, gathering a fund of thought from the differences in the expression of certainty, of

surprise, of triumph, or chagrin. From the manner of gathering up a trick he judges whether the person taking

it, can make another in the suit. He recognizes what is played through feint, by the manner with which it is

thrown upon the table. A casual or inadvertent word; the accidental dropping or turning of a card, with the

accompanying anxiety or carelessness in regard to its concealment; the counting of the tricks, with the order

of their arrangement; embarrassment, hesitation, eagerness, or trepidationall afford, to his apparently

intuitive perception, indications of the true state of affairs. The first two or three rounds having been played,

he is in full possession of the contents of each hand, and thenceforward puts down his cards with as absolute

a precision of purpose as if the rest of the party had turned outward the faces of their own.

The analytical power should not be confounded with simple ingenuity; for while the analyst is necessarily

ingenious, the ingenious man is often remarkably incapable of analysis. The constructive or combining

power, by which ingenuity is usually manifested, and to which the phrenologists (I believe erroneously) have

assigned a separate organ, supposing it a primitive faculty, has been so frequently seen in those whose

intellect bordered otherwise upon idiocy, as to have attracted general observation among writers on morals.

Between ingenuity and the analytic ability there exists a difference far greater, indeed, than that between the

fancy and the imagination, but of a character very strictly analogous. It will be found, in fact, that the

ingenious are always fanciful, and the truly imaginative never otherwise than analytic.

The narrative which follows will appear to the reader somewhat in the light of a commentary upon the

Residing in Paris during the spring and part of the summer of 18, I there became acquainted with a

Monsieur C. Auguste Dupin. This young gentleman was of an excellent, indeed of an illustrious family, but,

by a variety of untoward events, had been reduced to such poverty that the energy of his character succumbed

beneath it, and he ceased to bestir himself in this world, or to care for the retrieval of his fortunes. By

courtesy of his creditors, there still remained in his possession a small remnant of his patrimony; and, upon

the income arising from this, he managed, by means of a rigorous economy, to procure the necessities of life,

without troubling himself about its superfluities. Books, indeed, were his sole luxuries, and in Paris these are

Our first meeting was at an obscure library in the Rue Montmartre, where the accident of our both being in

search of the same very rare and very remarkable volume, brought us into closer communion. We saw each

other again and again. I was deeply interested in the little family history which he detailed to me with all that

candor which a Frenchman indulges whenever mere self is the theme. I was astonished, too, at the vast extent

of his reading; and, above all, I felt my soul enkindled within me by the wild fervor, and the vivid freshness

of his imagination. Seeking in Paris the objects I then sought, I felt that the society of such a man would be to

me a treasure beyond price; and this feeling I frankly confided to him. It was at length arranged that we

should live together during my stay in the city; and as my worldly circumstances were somewhat less

embarrassed than his own, I was permitted to be at the expense of renting, and furnishing in a style which

suited the rather fantastic gloom of our common temper, a timeeaten and grotesque mansion, long deserted

through superstitions into which we did not inquire, and tottering to its fall in a retired and desolate portion of

Had the routine of our life at this place been known to the world, we should have been regarded as

madmenalthough, perhaps, as madmen of a harmless nature. Our seclusion was perfect. We admitted no

visitors. Indeed the locality of our retirement had been carefully kept a secret from my own former associates;

and it had been many years since Dupin had ceased to know or be known in Paris. We existed within

It was a freak of fancy in my friend (for what else shall I call it?) to be enamored of the night for her own

sake; and into this bizarrerie, as into all his others, I quietly fell; giving myself up to his wild whims with a

perfect abandon. The sable divinity would not herself dwell with us always; but we could counterfeit her

presence. At the first dawn of the morning we closed all the massy shutters of our old building; lighted a

couple of tapers which, strongly perfumed, threw out only the ghastliest and feeblest of rays. By the aid of

these we then busied our souls in dreamsreading, writing, or conversing, until warned by the clock of the

advent of the true Darkness. Then we sallied forth into the streets, arm in arm, continuing the topics of the

day, or roaming far and wide until a late hour, seeking, amid the wild lights and shadows of the populous

At such times I could not help remarking and admiring (although from his rich ideality I had been prepared to

expect it) a peculiar analytic ability in Dupin. He seemed, too, to take an eager delight in its exerciseif not

exactly in its displayand did not hesitate to confess the pleasure thus derived. He boasted to me, with a low

chuckling laugh, that most men, in respect to himself, wore windows in their bosoms, and was wont to follow

up such assertions by direct and very startling proofs of his intimate knowledge of my own. His manner at

these moments was frigid and abstract; his eyes were vacant in expression; while his voice, usually a rich

tenor, rose into a treble which would have sounded petulant but for the deliberateness and entire distinctness

of this enunciation. Observing him in these moods. I often dwelt meditatively upon the old philosophy of the

BiPart Soul, and amused myself with the fancy of a double Dupinthe creative and the resolvent.

Let it not be supposed, from what I have just said, that I am detailing any mystery, or penning any romance.

What I have described in the Frenchman was merely the result of an excited, or perhaps of a diseased,

intelligence. But of the character of his remarks at the periods in question an example will best convey the

We were strolling one night down a long dirty street, in the vicinity of the Palais Royal. Being both,

apparently, occupied with thought, neither of us had spoken a syllable for fifteen minutes at least. All at once

"He is a very little fellow, that's true, and would do better for the Theatre des Varietes."

"There can be no doubt of that," I replied, unwittingly, and not at first observing (so much had I been

absorbed in reflection) the extraordinary manner in which the speaker had chimed in with my meditations. In

"Dupin," said I, gravely, "this is beyond my comprehension. I do not hesitate to say that I am amazed, and

can scarcely credit my senses. How was it possible you should know I was thinking of?" Here I paused,

"of Chantilly," said he, "why do you pause? You were remarking to yourself that his diminutive figure

This was precisely what had formed the subject of my reflections. Chantilly was a quondam cobbler of the

Rue St. Denis, who, becoming stagemad, had attempted the role of Xerxes, in Crebillon's tragedy so called,

"Tell me, for Heaven's sake," I exclaimed, "the methodif method there isby which you have been

enabled to fathom my soul in this matter." In fact, I was even more startled than I would have been willing to

"It was the fruiterer," replied my friend, "who brought you to the conclusion that the mender of soles was not

"The man who ran up against you as we entered the streetit may have been fifteen minutes ago."

I now remember that, in fact, a fruiterer, carrying upon his head a large basket of apples, had nearly thrown

me down, by accident, as we paused from the Rue C into the thoroughfare where we stood; but what

There was not a particle of charlat�nerie about Dupin. "I will explain," he said, "and that you may

comprehend all clearly, we will first retrace the course of your meditations, from the moment in which I

spoke to you until that of the rencontre with the fruiterer in question. The larger links of the chain run

thusChantilly, Orion, Dr. Nichols, Epicurus, Stereotomy, the street stones, the fruiterer."

There are few persons who have not, at some period of their lives, amused themselves in retracing the steps

by which particular conclusions of their own minds have been attained. The occupation is often full of

interest; and he who attempts it for the first time is astonished by the apparently illimitable distance and

incoherence between the startingpoint and the goal. What, then, must have been my amazement, when I

heard the Frenchman speak what he had just spoken, and when I could not help acknowledging that he spoke

"We had been talking of horses, if I remember aright, just before leaving the Rue C. This was the last

subject we discussed. As we crossed into this street, a fruiterer, with a large basket upon his head, brushing

quickly past us, thrust you upon a pile of pavingstones collected at a spot where the causeway is undergoing

repair. You stepped upon one of the loose fragments, slipped, slightly strained you ankle, appeared vexed or

sulky, muttered a few words, turned to look at the pile, and then proceeded in silence. I was not particularly

attentive to what you did; but observation has become with me, of late, a species of necessity.

:You kept your eyes upon the groundglancing, with a petulant expression, at the holes and ruts in the

pavement (so that I saw you were still thinking of the stones), until we reached the little alley called

Lamartine, which has been paved, by way of experiment, with the overlapping and riveted blocks. Here your

countenance brightened up, and, perceiving you lips move, I could not doubt that you murmured the word

`stereotomy,' a term very affectedly applied to this species of pavement. I knew that you could not say to

yourself `stereotomy' without being brought to think of atomies, and thus of the theories of Epicurus; and

since, when we discussed this subject not very long ago, I mentioned to you how singularly, yet with how

little notice, the vague guesses of that noble Greek had met with confirmation in the late nebular cosmogony,

I felt that you could not avoid casting your eyes upward to the great nebula in Orion, and I certainly expected

that you would do so. You did look up; and I was now assured that I correctly followed your steps. But in that

bitter tirade upon Chantilly, which appeared in yesterday's `Musee,' the satirist, making some disgraceful

allusions to the cobbler's change of name upon assuming the buskin, quoted a Latin line about which we have

I had told you that this was in reference to Orion, formerly written Urion; and, from certain pungencies

connected with this explanation, I was aware that you could not have forgotten it. It was clear, therefore, that

you would not fail to combine the two ideas of Orion and Chantilly. That you did combine them I saw by the

character of the smile which passed over your lips. You thought of the poor cobbler's immolation. So far, you

had been stooping in your gait; but now I saw you draw yourself up to your full height. I was then sure that

you reflected upon the diminutive figure of Chantilly. At this point I interrupted your meditations to remark

that as, in fact, he was a very little fellowthat Chantillyhe would not do better at the The�tre des

Not long after this, we were looking over an evening edition of the Gazette des Tribunaux, when the

"EXTRAORDINARY MURDERS.This morning, about three o'clock, the inhabitants of the Quartier St.

Roch were roused from sleep by a succession of terrific shrieks, issuing, apparently, from the fourth story of a

house in the Rue Morgue, known to be in the sole occupancy of one Madame L'Espanaye, and her daughter,

Mademoiselle Camille L'Espanaye. After some delay, occasioned by a fruitless attempt to procure admission

in the usual manner, the gateway was broken in with a crowbar, and eight or ten of the neighbors entered,

accompanied by two gendarmes. By this time the cries had ceased; but, as the party rushed up the first flight

of stairs, two or more rough voices, in angry contention, were distinguished, and seemed to proceed from the

upper part of the house. As the second landing was reached, these sounds, also, had ceased, and every thing

remained perfectly quiet. The party spread themselves, and hurried from room to room. Upon arriving at a

large back chamber in the fourth story (the door of which, being found locked, with the key inside, was

forced open), a spectacle presented itself which struck every one present not less with horror than with

"The apartment was in the wildest disorderthe furniture broken and thrown about in all directions. There

was only one bedstead; and from this the bed had been removed, and thrown into the middle of the floor. On

the chair lay a razor, besmeared with blood. On the hearth were two or three long and thick tresses of gray

human hair, also dabbled with blood, and seeming to have been pulled out by the roots. Upon the floor were

found four Napoleons, an earring of topaz, three large silver spoons, three smaller of metal d'Alger, and two

bags, containing nearly four thousand francs in gold. The drawers of a bureau, which stood in one corner,

were open, and had been, apparently, rifled, although many articles still remained in them. A small iron safe

was discovered under the bed (not under the bedstead). It was open, with the key still in the door. It had no

"Of Madame L'Espanaye no traces were here seen; but an unusual quantity of soot being observed in the

fireplace, a search was made in the chimney, and (horrible to relate!) the corpse of the daughter, head

downward, was dragged therefrom; it having been thus forced up the narrow aperture for a considerable

distance. The body was quite warm. Upon examining it, many excoriations were perceived, no doubt

occasioned by the violence with which it had been thrust up and disengaged. Upon the face were many severe

scratches, and, upon the throat, dark bruises, and deep indentations of finger nails, as if the deceased had been

"After a thorough investigation of every portion of the house without farther discovery, the party made its

way into a small paved yard in the rear of the building, where lay the corpse of the old lady, with her throat so

entirely cut that, upon an attempt to raise here, the head fell off. The body, as well as the head, was fearfully

"The Tragedy in the Rue Morgue.Many individuals have been examined in relation to this most

extraordinary and frightful affair," [the word `affaire' has not yet, in France, that levity of import which it

conveys with us] "but nothing whatever has transpired to throw light upon it. We give below all the material

"Pauline Dubourg, laundress, deposes that she has known both the deceased for three years, having washed

for them during that period. The old lady and her daughter seemed on good termsvery affectionate toward

each other. They were excellent pay. Could not speak in regard to their mode or means of living. Believe that

Madame L. told fortunes for a living. Was reputed to have money put by. Never met any person in the house

when she called for the clothes or took them home. Was sure that they had no servant in employ. There

appeared to be no furniture in any part of the building except in the fourth story.

"Pierre Moreau, tobacconist, deposes that he has been in the habit of selling small quantities of tobacco and

snuff to Madam L'Espanaye for nearly four years. Was born in the neighborhood, and has always resided

there. The deceased and her daughter had occupied the house in which the corpses were found, for more than

six years. It was formerly occupied by a jeweller, who underlet the upper rooms to various persons. The

house was the property of Madame L. She became dissatisfied with the abuse of the premises by her tenant,

and moved into them herself, refusing to let any portion. The old lady was childish. Witness had seen the

daughter some five or six time during the six years. The two lived an exceedingly retired lifewere reputed

to have money. Had heard it said among the neighbors that Madame L. told fortunesdid not believe it. Had

never seen any person enter the door except the old lady and her daughter, a porter once or twice, and a

"Many other persons, neighbors, gave evidence to the same effect. No one was spoken of as frequenting the

house. It was not known whether there were any living connections of Madame L. and her daughter. The

shutters of the front windows were seldom opened. Those in the rear were always closed, with the exception

"Isidore Muset, gendarme, deposes that he was called to the house about three o'clock in the morning, and

found some twenty or thirty persons at the gateway, endeavoring to gain admittance. Forced it open, at

length, with a bayonetnot with a crowbar. Had but little difficulty in getting it open, on account of its being

a double or folding gate, and bolted neither at bottom nor top. The shrieks were continued until the gate was

forcedand then suddenly ceased. They seemed to be screams of some person (or persons) in great

agonywere loud and drawn out, not short and quick. Witness led the way up stairs. Upon reaching the first

landing, heard two voices in loud and angry contentionthe one a gruff voice, the other much shrillera

very strange voice. Could distinguish some words of the former, which was that of a Frenchman. Was

positive that it was not a woman's voice. Could distinguish the words `sacre' and `diable.' The shrill voice was

that of a foreigner. Could not be sure whether it was the voice of a man or of a woman. Could not make out

what was said but believed the language to be Spanish. The state of the room and of the bodies was described

"Henri Duval, a neighbor, and by trade a silversmith, deposes that he was one of the party who first entered

the house. Corroborates the testimony of Muset in general. As soon as they forced an entrance, they reclosed

the door, to keep out the crowd, which collected very fast, notwithstanding the lateness of the hour. The shrill

voice, this witness thinks, was that of an Italian. Was certain it was not French. Could not be sure that it was a

man's voice. It might have been a woman's. Was not acquainted with the Italian language. Could not

distinguish the words, but was convinced by the intonation that the speaker was an Italian. Knew Madame L.

and her daughter. Had conversed with both frequently. Was sure that the shrill voice was not that of either of

" Odenheimer, restauranteur.This witness volunteered his testimony. Not speaking French, was

examined through an interpreter. Is a native of Amsterdam. Was passing the house at the time of the shrieks.

They lasted for several minutesprobably ten. They were long and loudvery awful and distressing. Was

one of those who entered the building. Corroborated the previous evidence in every respect but one. Was sure

that the shrill voice was that of a manof a Frenchman. Could not distinguish the words uttered. They were

loud and quickunequalspoken apparently in fear as well as in anger. The voice was harshnot so much

shrill as harsh. Could not call it a shrill voice. The gruff voice said repeatedly, `sacre,' `diable,' and once `mon

"Jules Mignaud, banker, of the firm of Mignaud et Fils, Rue Deloraine. Is the elder Mignaud. Madame

L'Espanaye had some property. Had opened an account with his banking house in the spring of the year

(eight years previously). Made frequent deposits in small sums. Had checked for nothing until the third day

before her death, when she took out in person the sum of 4000 francs. This sum was paid in gold, and a clerk

"Adolphe Le Bon, clerk to Mignaud et Fils, deposes that on the day in question, about noon, he accompanied

Madame L'Espanaye to her residence with the 4000 francs, put up in two bags. Upon the door being opened,

Mademoiselle L. appeared and took from his hands one of the bags, while the old lady relieved him of the

other. He then bowed and departed. Did not see any person in the street at the time. It is a bystreetvery

"William Bird, tailor, deposes that he was one of the party who entered the house. Is an Englishman. Has

lived in Paris two years. Was one of the first to ascend the stairs. Heard the voices in contention. The gruff

voice was that of a Frenchman. Could make out several words, but cannot now remember all. Heard

distinctly `sacre' and `mon Dieu.' There was a sound at the moment as if of several persons strugglinga

scraping and scuffling sound. The shrill voice was very loudlouder than the gruff one. Is sure that it was

not the voice of an Englishman. Appeared to be that of a German. Might have been a woman's voice. Does

"Four of the abovenamed witnesses, being recalled, deposed that the door of the chamber in which was

found the body of Mademoiselle L. was locked on the inside when the party reached it. Every thing was

perfectly silentno groans or noises of any kind. Upon forcing the door no person was seen. The windows,

both of the back and front room, were down and firmly fastened from within. A door between the two rooms

was closed but not locked. The door leading from the front room into the passage was locked, with the key on

the inside. A small room in the front of the house, on the fourth story, at the head of the passage, was open,

the door being ajar. This room was crowded with old beds, boxes, and so forth. These were carefully

removed and searched. There was not an inch of any portion of the house which was not carefully searched.

Sweeps were sent up and down the chimneys. The house was a fourstory one, with garrets (mansardes). A

trapdoor on the roof was nailed down very securelydid not appear to have been opened for years. The

time elapsing between the hearing of the voices in contention and the breaking open of the room door was

variously stated by the witnesses. Some made it as short as three minutessome as long as five. The door

"Alfonzo Garcio, undertaker, deposes that he resides in the Rue Morgue. Is a native of Spain. Was one of the

party who entered the house. Did not proceed up stairs. Is nervous, and was apprehensive of the

consequences of agitation. Heard the voices in contention. The gruff voice was that of a Frenchman. Could

not distinguish what was said. The shrill voice was that of an Englishmanis sure of this. Does not

"Alberto Montani, confectioner, deposes that he was among the first to ascend the stairs. Heard the voices in

question. The gruff voice was that of a Frenchman. Distinguished several words. The speaker appeared to be

expostulating. Could not make out the words of the shrill voice. Spoke quick and unevenly. Thinks it is the

voice of a Russian. Corroborates the general testimony. Is an Italian. Never conversed with a native of

"Several witnesses, recalled, here testified that the chimneys of all the rooms of the fourth story were too

narrow to admit the passage of a human being. By `sweeps' were meant cylindrical sweepingbrushes, such

as are employed by those who clean chimneys. These brushes were passed up and down every flue in the

house. There is no back passage by which any one could have descended while the party proceeded up stairs.

The body of Mademoiselle L'Espanaye was so firmly wedged in the chimney that it could not be got down

"Paul Dumas, physician, deposes that he was called to view the bodies about daybreak. They were both then

lying on the sacking of the bedstead in the chamber where Mademoiselle L. was found. The corpse of the

young lady was much bruised and excoriated. The fact that it had been thrust up the chimney would

sufficiently account for these appearances. The throat was greatly chafed. There were several deep scratches

just below the chin, together with a series of livid spots which were evidently the impressions of fingers. The

face was fearfully discolored, and the eyeballs protruded. The tongue had been partially bitten through. A

large bruise was discovered upon the pit of the stomach, produced, apparently, by the pressure of a knee. In

the opinion of M. Dumas, Mademoiselle L'Espanaye had been throttled to death by some person or persons

unknown. The corpse of the mother was horribly mutilated. All the bones of the right leg and arm were more

or less shattered. The left tibia much splintered, as well as all the ribs of the left side. Whole body dreadfully

bruised and discolored. It was not possible to say how the injuries had been inflicted. A heavy club of wood,

or a broad bar of irona chairany large, heavy, and obtuse weapon would have produced such results, if

wielded by the hands of a very powerful man. No woman could have inflicted the blows with any weapon.

The head of the deceased, when seen by witness, was entirely separated from the body, and was also greatly

shattered. The throat had evidently been cut with some very sharp instrumentprobably with a razor.

"Alexandre Etienne, surgeon, was called with M. Dumas to view the bodies. Corroborated the testimony, and

"Nothing further of importance was elicited, although several other persons were examined. A murder so

mysterious, and so perplexing in all its particulars, was never before committed in Parisif indeed a murder

had been committed at all. The police are entirely at faultan unusual occurrence in affairs of this nature.

The evening edition of the paper stated that the greatest excitement still continued in the quartier St.

Rochthat the premises in question had been carefully researched, and fresh examinations of witnesses

instituted, but all to no purpose. A postscript, however, mentioned that Adolphe Le Bon had been arrested

and imprisonedalthough nothing appeared to criminate him beyond the facts already detailed.

Dupin seemed singularly interested in the progress of this affairat least so I judged from his manner, for he

made no comments. It was only after the announcement that Le Bon had been imprisoned, that he asked me

I could merely agree with all Paris in considering them an insoluble mystery. I saw no means by which it

"We must not judge of the means," said Dupin, "by this shell of an examination. The Parisian police, so much

extolled for acumen, are cunning, but no more. There is no method in their proceedings, beyond the method

of the moment. They make a vast parade of measures; but, not infrequently, these are so illadapted to the

objects proposed, as to put us in mind of Monsieur Jourdain's calling for his robedechambrepour mieux

entendre la musique. The results attained by them are not unfrequently surprising, but for the most part, are

brought about by simple diligence and activity. When these qualities are unavailing, their schemes fail.

Vidocq, for example, was a good guesser, and the persevering man. But, without educated thought, he erred

continually by the very intensity of his investigations. He impaired his vision by holding the object too close.

He might see, perhaps, one or two points with unusual clearness, but in so doing he, necessarily, lost sight of

the matter as a whole. Thus there is such a thing as being too profound. Truth is not always in a well. In fact,

as regards the more important knowledge, I do believe that she is invariably superficial. The depth lies in the

valleys where we seek her, and not upon the mountaintops where she is found. The modes and sources of

this kind of error are well typified in the contemplation of the heavenly bodies. To look at a star by

glancesto view it in a sidelong way, by turning toward it the exterior portions of the retina (more

susceptible of feeble impressions of light than the interior), is to behold the star distinctlyis to have the best

appreciation of its lustrea lustre which grows dim just in proportion as we turn our vision fully upon it. A

greater number of rays actually fall upon the eye in the latter case, but in the former, there is the more refined

capacity for comprehension. By undue profundity we perplex and enfeeble thought; and it is possible to make

even Venus herself vanish from the firmament by a scrutiny too sustained, too concentrated, or too direct.

"As for these murders, let us enter into some examinations for ourselves, before we make up an opinion

respecting them. An inquiry will afford us amusement," [I thought this an odd term, so applied, but said

nothing] "and besides, Le Bon once rendered me a service for which I am not ungrateful. We will go and see

the premises with our own eyes. I know G, the Prefect of Police, and shall have no difficulty in

The permission was obtained, and we proceeded at once to the Rue Morgue. This is one of those miserable

thoroughfares which intervene between the Rue Richelieu and the Rue St. Roch. It was late in the afternoon

when we reached it, as this quarter is at a great distance from that in which we resided. The house was readily

found; for there were still many persons gazing up at the closed shutters, with an objectless curiosity, from

the opposite side of the way. It was an ordinary Parisian house, with a gateway, on one side of which was

glazed watchbox, with a sliding panel in the window, indicating a loge de concierge. Before going in we

walked up the street, turned down an alley, and then, again turning, passed in the rear of the

buildingDupin, meanwhile, examining the whole neighborhood, as well as the house, with a minuteness of

Retracing our steps we came again to the front of the dwelling, rang, and, having shown our credentials, were

admitted by the agents in charge. We went up stairsinto the chamber where the body of Mademoiselle

L'Espanaye had been found, and where both the deceased still lay. The disorders of the room had, as usual,

been suffered to exist. I saw nothing beyond what had been stated in the Gazette des Tribunaux. Dupin

scrutinized every thingnot excepting the bodies of the victims. We then went into the other rooms, and into

the yard; a gendarme accompanying us throughout. The examination occupied us until dark, when we took

our departure. On our way home my companion stepped in for a moment at the office of one of the daily

I have said that the whims of my friend were manifold, and that Je les menagais:for this phrase there is no

English equivalent. It was his humor, now, to decline all conversation on the subject of the murder, until

about noon the next day. He then asked me, suddenly, if I had observed any thing peculiar at the scene of the

There was something in his manner of emphasizing the word "peculiar," which caused me to shudder without

"No, nothing peculiar," I said; "nothing more, at least, than we both saw stated in the paper."

"The Gazette," he replied, "has not entered, I fear, into the unusual horror of the thing. But dismiss the idle

opinions of this print. It appears to me that this mystery is considered insoluble, for the very reason which

should cause it to be regarded as easy of solutionI mean for the outre character of its features. The police

are confounded by the seeming absence of motivenot for the murder itselfbut for the atrocity of the

murder. They are puzzled, too, by the seeming impossibility of reconciling the voices heard in contention,

with the facts that no one was discovered upstairs but the assassinated Mademoiselle L'Espanaye, and that

there were no means of egress without the notice of the party ascending. The wild disorder of the room; the

corpse thrust, with the head downward, up the chimney; the frightful mutilation of the body of the old lady;

these considerations, with those just mentioned, and others which I need not mention, have sufficed to

paralyze the powers, by putting completely at fault the boasted acumen, of the government agents. They have

fallen into the gross but common error of confounding the unusual with the abstruse. But it is by these

deviations from the plane of the ordinary, that reason feels its way, if at all, in its search for the true. In

investigations such as we are now pursuing, it should not be so much asked `what has occurred,' as `what has

occurred that has never occurred before.' In fact, the facility with which I shall arrive, or have arrived, at the

solution of this mystery, is in the direct ration of its apparent insolubility in the eyes of the police." I stared at

"I am now awaiting," continued he, looking toward the door of our apartment"I am now awaiting a person

who, although perhaps not the perpetrator of these butcheries, must have been in some measure implicated in

their perpetration. Of the worst portion of the crimes committed, it is probable that he is innocent. I hope that

I am right in this supposition; for upon it I build my expectation of reading the entire riddle. I look for the

man herein this roomevery moment. It is true that he may not arrive; but the probability is that he will.

Should he come, it will be necessary to detain him. Here are pistols; and we both know how to use them

I took the pistols, scarcely knowing what I did, or believing what I heard, while Dupin went on, very much as

if in a soliloquy. I have already spoken of his abstract manner at such times. His discourse was addressed to

myself; but his voice, although by no means loud, had that intonation which is commonly employed in

speaking to some one at a great distance. His eyes, vacant in expression, regarded only the wall.

"That the voices heard in contention," he said," by the party upon the stairs, were not the voices of the women

themselves, was fully proved by the evidence. This relieves us of all doubt upon the question whether the old

lady could have first destroyed the daughter, and afterward have committed suicide. I speak of this point

chiefly for the sake of method; for the strength of Madame L'Espanaye would have been utterly unequal to

the task of thrusting her daughter's corpse up the chimney as it was found; and the nature of the wounds upon

her own person entirely precludes the idea of selfdestruction. Murder, then, has been committed by some

third party; and the voices of this third party were those heard in contention. Let me now advertnot to the

whole testimony respecting these voicesbut to what was peculiar in that testimony. Did you observe any

I remarked that, while all the witnesses agreed in supposing the gruff voice to be that of a Frenchman, there

was much disagreement in regard to the shrill, or, as one individual termed it, the harsh voice.

"That was the evidence itself," said Dupin, "but it was not the peculiarity of the evidence. You have observed

nothing distinctive. Yet there was something to be observed. The witnesses, as you remarked, agreed about

the gruff voice; they were here unanimous. But in regard to the shrill voice, the peculiarity isnot that they

disagreedbut that, while an Italian, an Englishman, a Spaniard, a Hollander, and a Frenchman attempted to

describe it, each one spoke of it as that of a foreigner. Each is sure that it was not the voice of one of his own

countrymen. Each likens itnot to the voice of an individual of any nation with whose language he is

conversantbut the converse. The Frenchman supposes it is the voice of a Spaniard, and `might have

distinguished some words had he been acquainted with the Spanish.' The Dutchman maintains it to have been

that of a Frenchman; but we find it stated that `not understanding French this witness was examined through

an interpreter.' The Englishman thinks it the voice of a German, and `does not understand German.' The

Spaniard `is sure' that it was that of an Englishman, but `judges by the intonation' altogether, `as he has no

knowledge of the English.' The Italian believes it the voice of a Russian, but `has never conversed with a

native of Russia.' A second Frenchman differs, moreover, with the first, and is positive that the voice was that

of an Italian; but, not being cognizant of that tongue, is, like the Spaniard, `convinced by the intonation.'

Now, how strangely unusual must that voice have really been, about which such testimony as this could have

been elicited!in whose tones, even, denizens of the five great divisions of Europe could recognize nothing

familiar! You will say that it might have been the voice of an Asiaticof an African. Neither Asiatics nor

Africans abound in Paris; but, without denying the inference, I will now merely call your attention to three

points. The voice is termed by one witness `harsh rather than shrill.' It is represented by two others to have

been `quick and unequal.' No wordsno sounds resembling wordswere by any witness mentioned as

"I know not," continued Dupin, "what impression I may have made, so far, upon your own understanding; but

I do not hesitate to say that legitimate deductions even from this portion of the testimonythe portion

respecting the gruff and shrill voicesare in themselves sufficient to engender a suspicion which should give

direction to all farther progress in the investigation of the mystery. I said `legitimate deductions'; but my

meaning is not thus fully expressed. I designed to imply that the deductions are the sole proper ones, and that

the suspicion arises inevitably from them as the single result. What the suspicion is, however, I will not say

just yet. I merely wish you to bear in mind that, with myself, it was sufficiently forcible to give a definite

"Let us now transport ourselves, in fancy, to this chamber. What shall we first seek here? The means of

egress employed by the murderers. It is not too much to say that neither of us believe in praeternatural events.

Madame and Mademoiselle L'Espanaye were not destroyed by spirits. The doers of the deed were material

and escaped materially. Then how? Fortunately there is but one mode of reasoning upon the point, and that

mode must lead us to a definite decision. Let us examine, each by each, the possible means of egress. It is

clear that the assassins were in the room where Mademoiselle L'Espanaye was found, or at least in the room

adjoining, when the party ascended the stairs. It is, then, only from these two apartments that we have to seek

issues. The police have laid bare the floors, the ceiling, and the masonry of the walls, in every direction. No

secret issues could have escaped their vigilance. But, not trusting to their eyes, I examined with my own.

There were, then, no secret issues. Both doors leading from the rooms into the passage were securely locked,

with the keys inside. Let us turn to the chimneys. These, although of ordinary width for some eight or ten feet

above the hearths, will not admit, throughout their extent, the body of a large cat. The impossibility of egress,

by means already stated, being thus absolute, we are reduced to the windows. Through those of the front

room no one could have escaped without notice from the crowd in the street. The murderers must have

passed, then, through those of the back room. Now, brought to this conclusion in so unequivocal a manner as

we are, it is not our part, as reasoners, to reject it on account of apparent impossibilities. It is only left for us

"There are two windows in the chamber. One of them is unobstructed by furniture, and is wholly visible. The

lower portion of the other is hidden from view by the head of the unwieldy bedstead which is thrust close up

against it. The former was found securely fastened from within. It resisted the utmost force of those who

endeavor to raise it. A large gimlethole had been pierced in its frame to the left, and a very stout nail was

found fitted therein, nearly to the head. Upon examining the other window, a similar nail was seen similarly

fitted in it; and a vigorous attempt to raise this sash failed also. The police were now entirely satisfied that

egress had not been in these directions. And, therefore, it was thought a matter of supererogation to withdraw

"My own examination was somewhat more particular, and was so for the reason I have just givenbecause

here it was, I knew, that all apparent impossibilities must be proved to be not such in reality.

"I proceeded to think thusa posteriori. The murderers did escape from one of these windows. This being

so, they could not have refastened the sashes from the inside, as they were found fastened;the

consideration which put a stop, through its obviousness, to the scrutiny of the police in this quarter. Yet the

sashes were fastened. The must, then, have the power of fastening themselves. There was no escape from this

conclusion. I stepped to the unobstructed casement, withdrew the nail with some difficulty, and attempted to

raise the sash. It resisted all my efforts, as I had anticipated. A concealed spring must, I now knew, exist; and

this corroboration of my idea convinced me that my premises, at least, were correct, however mysterious still

appeared the circumstances attending the nails. A careful search soon brought to light the hidden spring. I

"I now replaced the nail and regarded it attentively. A person passing out through this window might have

reclosed it, and the spring would have caughtbut the nail could not have been replaced. The conclusion

was plain, and again narrowed in the field of my investigations. The assassins must have escaped through the

other window. Supposing, then, the springs upon each sash to be the same, as was probable, there must be

found a difference between the nails, or at least between the modes of their fixture. Getting upon the sacking

of the bedstead, I looked over the headboard minutely at the second casement. Passing my hand down

behind the board, I readily discovered and pressed the spring, which was, as I had supposed, identical in

character with its neighbor. I now looked at the nail. It was as stout as the other, and apparently fitted in the

"You will say that I was puzzled; but, if you think so, you must have misunderstood the nature of the

inductions. To use a sporting phrase, I had not been once `at fault.' The scent had never for an instant been

lost. There was no flaw in any link in the chain. I had traced the secret to its ultimate result,and that result

was the nail. It had, I say, in every respect, the appearance of its fellow in the other window; but this fact was

an absolute nullity (conclusive as it might seem to be) when compared with the consideration that here, at this

point, terminated the clew. `There must be something wrong,' I said, `about the nail.' I touched it; and the

head, with about a quarter of an inch of the shank, came off in my fingers. The rest of the shank was in the

gimlethole, where it had been broken off. The fracture was an old one (for its edges were incrusted with

rust), and had apparently been accomplished by the blow of a hammer, which had partially imbedded, in the

top of the bottom sash, the head portion of the nail. I now carefully replaced this head portion in the

indentation whence I had taken it, and the resemblance to a perfect nail was completethe fissure was

invisible. Pressing the spring, I gently raised the sash for a few inches; the head went up with it, remaining

firm in its bed. I closed the window, and the semblance of the whole nail was again perfect.

"This riddle, so far, was now unriddled. The assassin had escaped through the window which looked upon the

bed. Dropping of its own accord upon his exit (or perhaps purposely closed), it had become fastened by the

spring; and it was the retention of this spring which had been mistaken by the police for that of the

"The next question is that of the mode of descent. Upon this point I had been satisfied in my walk with you

around the building. About five feet and a half from the casement in question there runs a lightningrod.

From this rod it would have been impossible for any one to reach to the window itself, to say nothing of

entering it. I observed, however, that the shutters of the fourth story were of the peculiar kind called by

Parisian carpenters ferradesa kind rarely employed at the present day, but frequently seen upon very old

mansions at Lyons and Bordeaux. They are in the form of an ordinary door (a single, not a folding door),

except that the lower half is latticed or worked in open trellisthus affording an excellent hold for the hands.

In the present instance these shutters are fully three feet and a half broad. When we saw them from the rear of

the house, they were both about half openthat is to say they stood off at right angles from the wall. It is

probable that the police, as well as myself, examined the back of the tenement; but, if so, in looking at these

ferrades in the line of their breadth (as they must have done), they did not perceive the great breadth itself, or,

at all events, failed to take it into due consideration. In fact, having once satisfied themselves that no egress

could have been made in this quarter, they would naturally bestow here a very cursory examination. It was

clear to me, however, that the shutter belonging to the window at the head of the bed, would, if swung fully

back to the wall, reach to within two feet of the lightningrod. It was also evident that, be exertion of a very

unusual degree of activity and courage, an entrance into the window, from the rod, might have been thus

effected. By reaching to the distance of two feet and a half (we now suppose the shutter open to its whole

extent) a robber might have taken a firm grasp upon the trelliswork. Letting go, then, his hold upon the rod,

placing his feet securely against the wall, and springing boldly from it, he might have swung the shutter so as

to close it, and, if we imagine the window open at the time, might even have swung himself into the room.

"I wish you to bear especially in mind that I have spoken of a very unusual degree of activity as requisite to

success in so hazardous and so difficult a feat. It is my design to show you first, that the thing might possibly

have been accomplished:but, secondly and chiefly, I wish to impress upon your understanding the very

extraordinarythe almost praeternatural character of that agility which could have accomplished it.

"You will say, no doubt, using the language of the law, that to make out my case, I should rather undervalue

than insist upon a full estimation of the activity required in this matter. This may be the practice in the law,

but it is not the usage of reason. My ultimate objet is only the truth. My immediate purpose is to lead you to

place in juxtaposition, that very unusual activity of which I have just spoken, with that very peculiar shrill (or

harsh) and unequal voice, about whose nationality no two persons could be found to agree, and in whose

At these words a vague and halfformed conception of the meaning of Dupin flitted over in my mind. I

seemed to be upon the verge of comprehension, without power to comprehendas men, at times, find

themselves upon the brink of remembrance, without being able, in the end, to remember. My friend went on

"You will see," he said, "that I have shifted the question from the mode of egress to that of ingress. It was my

design to convey the idea that both were effected in the same manner, at the same point. Let us now revert to

the interior of the room. Let us survey the appearances here. The drawers of the bureau, it is said, had been

rifled, although many articles of apparel still remained within them. The conclusion here is absurd. It is a

mere guessa very silly oneand no more. How are we to know that the articles found in the drawers were

not all these drawers had originally contained? Madame L'Espanaye and her daughter lived an exceedingly

retired lifesaw no companyseldom went outhad little use for the numerous changes of habiliment.

Those found were at least of as good quality as any likely to be possessed by these ladies. If a thief had taken

any, why did he not take the bestwhy did he not take all? In a word, why did he abandon four thousand

francs in gold to encumber himself with a bundle of linen? The gold was abandoned. Nearly the whole sum

mentioned by Monsieur Mignaud, the banker, was discovered, in bags, upon the floor. I wish you therefore,

to discard from your thoughts the blundering idea of motive, engendered in the brains of the police by that

portion of the evidence which speaks of money delivered at the door of the house. Coincidences ten times as

remarkable as this (the delivery of the money, and murder committed within these days upon the party

receiving it), happen to all of us every hour of our lives, without attracting even momentary notice.

Coincidences, in general, are great stumblingblocks in the way of that class of thinkers who have been

educated to know nothing of the theory of probabilitiesthat theory to which the most glorious objects of

human research are indebted for the most glorious of illustration. In the present instance, had the gold been

gone, the fact of its delivery three days before would have formed something more than a coincidence. It

would have been corroborative of this idea of motive. But, under the real circumstances of the case, if we are

to suppose gold the motive of this outrage, we must also imagine the perpetrator so vacillating an idiot as to

"Keeping now steadily in mind the points to which I have drawn your attentionthat peculiar voice, that

unusual agility, and that startling absence of motive in a murder so singularly atrocious as thislet us glance

at the butchery itself. Here is a woman strangled to death by manual strength, and thrust up a chimney head

downward. Ordinary assassins employ no such mode of murder as this. Least of all, do they thus dispose of

the murdered. In this manner of thrusting the corpse up the chimney, you will admit that there was something

excessively outresomething altogether irreconcilable with our common notions of human action, even

when we suppose the actors the most depraved of men. Think, too, how great must have been that strength

which could have thrust the body up such an aperture so forcibly that the united vigor of several persons was

"Turn, now, to other indications of the employment of a vigor most marvellous. On the hearth were thick

tressesvery thick tressesof gray human hair. These had been torn out by the roots. You are aware of the

great force necessary in tearing thus from the head even twenty or thirty hairs together. You saw the locks in

question as well as myself. Their roots (a hideous sight!) were clotted with fragments of the flesh of the

scalpsure tokens of the prodigious power which had been exerted in uprooting perhaps half a million of

hairs at a time. The throat of the old lady was not merely cut, but the head absolutely severed from the body:

the instrument was a mere razor. I wish you also to look at the brutal ferocity of these deeds. Of the bruises

upon the body of Madame L'Espanaye I do not speak. Monsieur Dumas, and his worthy coadjutor Monsieur

Etienne, have pronounced that they were inflicted by some obtuse instrument; and so far these gentlemen are

very correct. The obtuse instrument was clearly the stone pavement in the yard, upon which the victim had

fallen from the window which looked in upon the bed. This idea, however simple it may now seem, escaped

the police for the same reason that the breadth of the shutters escaped thembecause, by the affair of the

nails, their perceptions had been hermetically sealed against the possibility of the windows having ever been

"If now, in addition to all these things, you have properly reflected upon the odd disorder of the chamber, we

have gone so far as to combine the ideas of an agility astounding, a strength superhuman, a ferocity brutal, a

butchery without motive, a grotesquerie in horror absolutely alien from humanity, and a voice foreign in tone

to the ears of men of many nations, and devoid of all distinct or intelligible syllabification. What result, then,

I felt a creeping of the flesh as Dupin asked me the question. "A madman," I said, "has done this deedsome

"In some respects," he replied, "your idea is not irrelevant. But the voices of madmen, even in their wildest

paroxysms, are never found to tally with that peculiar voice heard upon the stairs. Madmen are of some

nation, and their language, however incoherent in its words, has always the coherence of syllabification.

Besides, the hair of a madman is not such as I now hold in my hand. I disentangled this little tuft from the

rigidly clutched fingers of Madame L'Espanaye. Tell me what you can make of it."

"Dupin!" I said, completely unnerved; "this hair is most unusualthis is no human hair."

"I have not asserted that it is," said he; "but, before we decide this point, I wish you to glance at the little

sketch I have here traced upon this paper. It is a facsimile drawing of what has been described in one portion

of the testimony as `dark bruises and deep indentations of finger nails' upon the throat of Mademoiselle

L'Espanaye, and in another (by Messrs. Dumas and Etienne) as a `series of livid spots, evidently the

"You will perceive," continued my friend, spreading out the paper upon the table before us, "that this drawing

gives the idea of a firm and fixed hold. There is no slipping apparent. Each finger has retainedpossibly

until the death of the victimthe fearful grasp by which it originally imbedded itself. Attempt, now, to place

all your fingers, at the same time, in the respective impressions as you see them."

"We are possibly not giving this matter a fair trial," he said. "The paper is spread out upon a plane surface;

but the human throat is cylindrical. Here is a billet of wood, the circumference of which is about that of the

I did so; but the difficulty was even more obvious than before. "This," I said, "is the mark of no human hand."

It was a minute anatomical and generally descriptive account of the large fulvous OurangOutang of the East

Indian Islands. The gigantic stature, the prodigious strength and activity, the wild ferocity, and the imitative

propensities of these mammalia are sufficiently well known to all. I understood the full horrors of the murder

"The description of the digits," said I, as I made an end of the reading, "is in exact accordance with this

drawing. I see no animal but an OurangOutang, of the species here mentioned, could have impressed the

indentations as you have traced them. This tuft of tawny hair, too, is identical in character with that of the

beast Cuvier. But I cannot possibly comprehend the particulars of this frightful mystery. Besides, there were

two voices heard in contention, and one of them was unquestionably the voice of a Frenchman."

"True; and you will remember an expression attributed almost unanimously, by the evidence, to this

voice,the expression, `mon Dieu!' This, under the circumstances, has been justly characterized by one of

the witnesses (Montani, the confectioner) as an expression of remonstrance or expostulation. Upon these two

words, therefore, I have mainly built my hopes of a full solution of the riddle. A Frenchman was cognizant of

the murder. It is possibleindeed it is far more than probablethat he was innocent of all participation in

the bloody transactions which took place. The OurangOutang may have escaped from him. He may have

traced it to the chamber; but, under the agitating circumstances which ensued, he could never have recaptured

it. It is still at large. I will not pursue these guessesfor I have no right to call them moresince the shades

of reflection upon which they are based are scarcely of sufficient depth to be appreciated by my own intellect,

and since I could not pretend to make them intelligible to the understanding of another. We will call them

guesses, then, and speak of them as such. If the Frenchman in question is indeed, as I suppose, innocent of

this atrocity, this advertisement, which I left last might, upon our return home, at the office of Le Monde (a

paper devoted to the shipping interest, and much sought by sailors), will bring him to our residence."

"CAUGHTIn the Bois de Boulogne, early in the morning of the inst. (the morning of the murder), a

very large, tawny OurangOutang of the Bornese species. The owner (who is ascertained to be a sailor,

belonging to a Maltese vessel) may have the animal again, upon identifying it satisfactorily, and paying a few

charges arising from its capture and keeping. Call at No. Rue , Faubourg St. Germainau

"How was it possible," I asked, "that you should know the man to be a sailor, and belonging to a Maltese

"I do not know it," said Dupin. "I am not sure of it. Here, however, is a small piece of ribbon, which from its

form, and from its greasy appearance, has evidently been used in tying the hair in one of those long queues of

which sailors are so fond. Moreover, this knot is one which few besides sailors can tie, and is peculiar to the

Maltese. I picked the ribbon up at the foot of the lightingrod. It could not have belonged to either of the

deceased. Now if, after all, I am wrong in my induction from this ribbon, that the Frenchman was a sailor

belonging to a Maltese vessel, still I can have done no harm in saying what I did in the advertisement. If I am

in error, he will merely suppose that I had been misled by some circumstance into which he will not take the

trouble to inquire. But if I am right, a great point is gained. Cognizant although innocent of the murder, the

Frenchman will naturally hesitate about replying to the advertisementabout demanding the

OurangOutang. He will reason thus:`I am innocent; I am poor; my OurangOutang is of great valueto

one in my circumstances a fortune of itselfwhy should I lose it through idle apprehensions of danger? Here

it is, within my grasp. It was found in the Bois de Boulogneat a vast distance from the scene of that

butchery. How can it ever be suspected that a brute best should have done the deed? The police are at

faultthey have failed to procure the slightest clew. Show they even trace the animal, it would be impossible

to prove me cognizant of the murder, or to implicate me in guilt on account of that cognizance. Above all, I

am known. The advertiser designates me as the possessor of the beast. I am not sure to what limit his

knowledge may extend. Should I avoid claiming a property of so great value, which is known that I possess, I

will render the animal at least, liable to suspicion. It is not my policy to attract attention either to myself or to

the beast. I will answer the advertisement, get the OurangOutang, and keep it close until this matter has

"Be ready," said Dupin, "with your pistols, but neither use them nor show them until at a signal from myself."

"The front door of the house had been left open, and the visitor had entered, without ringing, and advanced

several steps upon the staircase. Now, however, he seemed to hesitate. Presently we heard him descending.

Dupin was moving quickly to the door, when we again heard him coming up. He did not turn back a second

A man entered. He was a sailor, evidently,a tall, stout, and muscularlooking person, with a certain

daredevil expression of countenance, not altogether unprepossessing. His face, greatly sunburnt, was more

than half hidden by whisker and mustachio. He had with him a huge oaken cudgel, but appeared to be

otherwise unarmed. He bowed awkwardly, and bade us "good evening," in French accents, which, although

somewhat Neufchatelish, were still sufficiently indicative of a Parisian origin.

"Sit down, my friend," said Dupin. "I suppose you have called about the OurangOutang. Upon my word, I

almost envy you the possession of him; a remarkably fine, and no doubt very valuable animal. How old do

The sailor drew a long breath, with the air of a man relieved of some intolerable burden, and then replied in

"I have no way of tellingbut he can't be more than four or five years old. Have you got him here?"

"Oh, no; we had no conveniences for keeping him here. He is at a livery stable in the Rue Dubourg, just by.

You can get him in the morning. Of course you are prepared to identify the property?"

"I don't mean that you should be at all this trouble for nothing, sir," said the man. "Couldn't expect it. Am

very willing to pay a reward for the finding of the animalthat is to say, any thing in reason."

"Well," replied my friend, "that is all very fair, to be sure. Let me think!what should I have? Oh! I will tell

you. My reward shall be this. You shall give me all the information in your power about these murders in the

Dupin said the last words in a very low tone, and very quietly. Just as quietly, too, he walked toward the door,

locked it, and put the key in his pocket. He then drew a pistol from his bosom and placed it, without the least

The sailor's face flushed up as if he were struggling with suffocation. He started to his feet and grasped his

cudgel; but the next moment he fell back into his seat, trembling violently, and with the countenance of death

"My friend," said Dupin, in a kind tone, "you are alarming yourself unnecessarilyyou are indeed. We mean

you no harm whatever. I pledge you the honor of a gentleman, and of a Frenchman, that we intend you no

injury. I perfectly well know that you are innocent of the atrocities in the Rue Morgue. It will not do,

however, to deny that you are in some measure implicated in them. From what I have already said, you must

know that I have had means of information about this mattermeans of which you could never have

dreamed. Now the thing stands thus. You have done nothing which you could have avoidednothing,

certainly, which renders you culpable. You were not even guilty of robbery, when you might have robbed

with impunity. You have nothing to conceal. You have no reason for concealment. On the other hand, you are

bound by every principle of honor to confess all you know. An innocent man is now imprisoned, charged

The sailor had recovered his presence of mind, in a great measure, while Dupin uttered these words; but his

"So help me God!" said he, after a brief pause, "I will tell you all I know about this affair;but I do not

expect you to believe one half I sayI would be a fool indeed if I did. Still, I am innocent, and I will make a

What he stated was, in substance, this. He had lately made a voyage to the Indian Archipelago. A party, of

which he formed one, landed at Borneo, and passed into the interior on an excursion of pleasure. Himself and

a companion had captured the OurangOutang. This companion dying, the animal fell into his own exclusive

possession. After great trouble, occasioned by the intractable ferocity of his captive during the home voyage,

he at length succeeded in lodging it safely at his own residence in Paris, where, not to attract toward himself

the unpleasant curiosity of his neighbors, he kept it carefully secluded, until such time as it should recover

from a wound in the foot, received from a splinter on board ship. His ultimate design was to sell it.

Returning home from some sailors' frolic on the night, or rather in the morning, of the murder, he found the

beast occupying his own bedroom, into which it had broken from a closet adjoining, where it had been, as

was thought, securely confined. Razor in hand, and fully lathered, it was sitting before a lookingglass,

attempting the operation of shaving, in which it had no doubt previously watched its master through the

keyhole of the closet. Terrified at the sight of so dangerous a weapon in the possession of an animal so

ferocious, and so well able to use it, the man, for some moments, was at a loss what to do. He had been

accustomed, however, to quiet the creature, even in its fiercest moods, by the use of a whip, and to this he

now resorted. Upon sight of it, the OurangOutang sprang at once through the door of the chamber, down the

The Frenchman followed in despair; the ape, razor still in hand, occasionally stopping to look back and

gesticulate at his pursuer, until the latter had nearly come up with it. It then again made off. In this manner

the chase continued for a long time. The streets were profoundly quiet, as it was nearly three o'clock in the

morning. In passing down an alley in the rear of the Rue Morgue, the fugitive's attention was arrested by a

light gleaming from the open window of Madame L'Espanaye's chamber, in the fourth story of her house.

Rushing to the building, it perceived the lightningrod, clambered up with inconceivable agility, grasped the

shutter, which was thrown fully back against the wall, and, by its means, swung itself directly upon the

headboard of the bed. The whole feat did not occupy a minute. The shutter was kicked open again by the

The sailor, in the meantime, was both rejoiced and perplexed. He had strong hopes of now recapturing the

brute, as it could scarcely escape from the trap into which it had ventured, except by the rod, where it might

be intercepted as it came down. On the other hand, there was much cause for anxiety as to what it might do in

the house. This latter reflection urged the man still to follow the fugitive. A lightningrod is ascended

without difficulty, especially by a sailor; but when he had arrived as high as the window, which lay far to his

left, his career was stopped; the most that he could accomplish was to reach over so as to obtain a glimpse of

the interior of the room. At this glimpse he nearly fell from his hold through excess of horror. Now it was that

those hideous shrieks arose upon the night, which had startled from slumber the inmates of the Rue Morgue.

Madame L'Espanaye and her daughter, habited in their night clothes, had apparently been occupied in

arranging some papers in the iron chest already mentioned, which had been wheeled into the middle of the

room. It was open, and its contents lay beside it on the floor. The victims must have been sitting with their

backs toward the window, and, from the time elapsing between the ingress of the beast and the screams, it

seem probable that it was not immediately perceived. The flappingto of the shutter would naturally have

As the sailor looked in, the gigantic animal had seized Madame L'Espanaye by the hair (which was loose, as

she had been combing it), and was flourishing the razor about her face, in imitation of the motions of a

barber. The daughter lay prostrate and motionless; she had swooned. The screams and struggles of the old

lady (during which the hair was torn from her head) had the effect of changing the probably pacific purposes

of the OurangOutang into those of wrath. With one determined sweep of its muscular arm it nearly severed

here head from her body. The sight of blood inflamed its anger into phrensy. Gnashing its teeth, and flashing

fire from its eyes, it flew upon the body of the girl, and imbedded its fearful talons in her throat, retaining its

grasp until she expired. Its wandering and wild glances fell at this moment upon the head of the bed, over

The fury of the beast, who no doubt bore still in mind the dreaded whip, was instantly converted into fear.

Conscious of having deserved punishment, it seemed desirous of concealing its bloody deeds, and skipped

about the chamber in an agony of nervous agitation; throwing down and breaking the furniture as it moved,

and dragging the bed from the bedstead. In conclusion, it seized first the corpse of the daughter, and thrust it

up the chimney, as it was found; then that of the old lady, which it immediately hurled through the window

As the ape approached the casement with its mutilated burden, the sailor shrank aghast to the rod, and, rather

gliding than clambering down it, hurried at once homedreading the consequences of the butchery, and

gladly abandoning, in his terror, all solicitude about the fate of the OurangOutang. The words heard by the

party upon the staircase were the Frenchman's exclamations of horror and affright, commingled with the

I have scarcely any thing to add. The OurangOutang must have escaped from the chamber, by the rod, just

before the breaking of the door. It must have closed the window as it passed through it. It was subsequently

caught by the owner himself, who obtained for it a very large sum at the Jardin des Plantes. Le Bon was

instantly released, upon our narration of the circumstances (with some comments from Dupin) at the bureau

of the Prefect of Police. This functionary, however well disposed to my friend, could not altogether conceal

his chagrin at the turn which affairs had taken, and was fain to indulge in a sarcasm or two about the

"Let him talk," said Dupin, who had not thought it necessary to reply. "Let him discourse; it will ease his

conscience. I am satisfied with having defeated him in his own castle. Nevertheless, that he failed in the

solution of this mystery, is by no means that matter for wonder which he supposes it; for, in truth, our friend

the Prefect is somewhat too cunning to be profound. In his wisdom is no stamen. It is all head and no body,

like the pictures of the Goddess Lavernaor, at best, all head and shoulders, like a codfish. But he is a good

creature after all. I like him especially for one master stroke of cant, by which he has attained his reputation

for ingenuity. I mean the way he has `de nier ce qui est, et d'expliquer ce qui n'est pas.'"[1]

Es giebt eine Reihe idealischer Begebenheiten, die der Wirklichkeit parallel lauft. Selten fallen sie

zusammen. Menschen und Zufalle modificeren gewohnlich die idealische Begebenheit, so dass sie

unvollkommem erscheint, und ihre Folgen gleichfalls unvollkommen sind. So bei der Reformation; statt des

There are ideal series of events which run parallel with the real ones. They rarely coincide. Men and

circumstances generally modify the ideal train of events, so that it seems imperfect, and its consequences are

equally imperfect. Thus with the Reformation; instead of Protestantism came Lutheranism. NOVALIS. <i

There are few persons, even among the calmest thinkers, who have not occasionally been startled into a

vague yet thrilling halfcredence in the supernatural, by of so seemingly marvellous a

<1> Upon the original publication of , the footnotes now appended were considered

unnecessary; but the lapse of several years since the tragedy upon which the tale is based, renders it expedient

to give them, and also to say a few words in explanation of the general design. A young girl, <i Mary Cecilia

Rogers>, was murdered in the vicinity of New York; and although her death occasioned an intense and

longenduring excitement, the mystery attending it had remained unsolved at the period when the present

paper was written and published (November, 1842). Herein, under pretence of relating the fate of a Parisian

, the author has followed, in minute detail, the essential, while merely paralleling the inessential,

facts of the real murder of Mary Rogers. Thus all argument upon the fiction is applicable to the truth; and the

was composed at a distance from the scene of the atrocity, and with no other

means of investigation than the newspapers afforded. Thus much escaped the writer of which he could have

availed himself had he been upon the spot and visited the localities. It may not be improper to record,

nevertheless, that the confessions of persons (one of them the Madame Deluc of the narrative), made,

at different periods, long subsequent to the publication, confirmed, in full, not only the general conclusion,

but absolutely the chief hypothetical details by which that conclusion was attained.

been unable to receive them. Such sentimentsfor the halfcredences of which I speak have never the full

force of such sentiments are seldom thoroughly stifled unless by reference to the doctrine of

chance, or, as it is technically termed, the Calculus of Probabilities. Now this Calculus is, in its essence,

purely mathematical; and thus we have the anomaly of the most rigidly exact in science applied to the

The extraordinary details which I am now called upon to make public, will be found to form, as regards

sequences of time, the primary branch of a series of scarcely intelligible , whose secondary

or concluding branch will be recognized by all readers in the late murder of MARY CECILIA ROGERS, at

When, in an article entitled, , I endeavoured, about a year ago, to depict

some very remarkable features in the mental character of my friend, the Chevalier C. Auguste Dupin, it did

not occur to me that I should ever resume the subject. This depicting of character constituted my design; and

this design was thoroughly fulfilled in the wild train of circumstances brought to instance Dupin's

idiosyncrasy. I might have adduced other examples, but I should have proven no more. Late events, however,

in their surprising development, have startled me into some further details, which will carry with them the air

of extorted confession. Hearing what I have lately heard, it would be indeed strange should I remain silent in

Upon the winding up of the tragedy involved in the deaths of Madame L'Espanaye and her daughter, the

Chevalier dismissed the affair at once from his attention, and relapsed into his old habits of moody reverie.

Prone, at all times, to abstraction, I readily fell in with his humour; and continuing to occupy our chambers in

the Faubourg Saint Germain, we gave the Future to the winds, and slumbered tranquillity in the Present,

But these dreams were not altogether uninterrupted. It may readily be supposed that the part played by my

friend, in the drama at the Rue Morgue, had not failed of its impression upon the fancies of the

Parisian police. With its emissaries, the name of Dupin had grown into a household word. The simple

character of those inductions by which he had disentangled the mystery never having been explained even to

the Prefect, or to any other individual than myself, of course it is not surprising that the affair was regarded as

little less than miraculous, or that the Chevalier's analytical abilities acquired for him the credit of intuition.

His frankness would have led him to disabuse every inquirer of such prejudice; but his indolent humour

forbade all further agitation of a topic whose interest to himself had long ceased. It thus happened that he

found himself the cynosure of the political eyes; and the cases were not few in which attempt was made to

engage his services at the Prefecture. One of the most remarkable instances was that of the murder of a young

This event occurred about two years after the atrocity in the Rue Morgue. Marie, whose Christian and family

name will at once arrest attention from their resemblance to those of the unfortunate 'cigargirl', was the only

daughter of the widow Estelle Roget. The father had died during the child's infancy, and from the period of

his death, until within eighteen months before the assassination which forms the subject of our narrative, the

mother and daughter had dwelt together in the Rue Pavee Saint Andree;<1> Madame there keeping a <i

pension>, assisted by Marie. Affairs went on thus until the latter had attained her twentysecond year, when

her great beauty attracted the notice of a perfumer, who occupied one of the shops in the basement of the

Palais Royal, and whose custom lay chiefly among the desperate adventurers infesting that neighbourhood.

Monsieur Le Blanc<2> was not unaware of the advantages to be derived from the attendance of the fair

Marie in his perfumery; and his liberal proposals were accepted eagerly by the girl, although with somewhat

The anticipations of the shopkeeper were realized, and his rooms soon became notorious through the charms

of the sprightly . She had been in his employ about a year, when her admirers were thrown into

confusion by her sudden disappearance from the shop. Monsieur Le Blanc was unable to account for her

absence, and Madame Roget was distracted with anxiety and terror. The public papers immediately took up

the theme, and the police were upon the point of making serious investigations, when, one morning, after the

lapse of a week, Marie, in good health, but with a somewhat saddened air, made her reappearance at her usual

counter in the perfumery. All inquiry, except that of a private character, was, of course, immediately hushed.

Monsieur Le Blanc professed total ignorance, as before. Marie, with Madame, replied to all questions, that

the last week had been spent at the house of a relation in the country. Thus the affair died away, and was

generally forgotten; for the girl, ostensibly to relieve herself from the impertinence of curiosity, soon bade a

final adieu to the perfumer, and sought the shelter of her mother's residence in the Rue Pavee Saint Andree.

It was about five months after this return home, that her friends were alarmed by her sudden disappearance

for the second time. Three days elapsed, and nothing was heard of her. On the fourth her corpse was found

floating in the Seine,<1> near the shore which is opposite the Quartier of the Rue Saint Andree, and at a point

not very far distant from the secluded neighbourhood of the Barriere du Roule.<2>

The atrocity of this murder (for it was at once evident that murder had been committed), the youth and beauty

of the victim, and, above all, her previous notoriety, conspired to produce intense excitement in the minds of

the sensitive Parisians. I can call to mind no similar occurrence producing so general and intense an effect.

For several weeks, in the discussion of this one absorbing theme, even the momentous political topics of the

day were forgotten. The Prefect made unusual exertions; and the powers of the whole Parisian police were, of

Upon the first discovery of the corpse, it was not supposed that the murderer would be able to elude, for more

than a very brief period, the inquisition which was immediately set on foot. It was not until the expiration of a

week that it was deemed necessary to offer a reward; and even then this reward was limited to a thousand

francs. In the meantime the investigation proceeded with vigour, if not always with judgment, and numerous

individuals were examined to no purpose; while, owing to the continual absence of all clue to the mystery,

the popular excitement greatly increased. At the end of the tenth day it was thought advisable to double the

sum originally proposed; and, at length, the second week having elapsed without leading to any discoveries,

and the prejudice which always exists in Paris against the police having given vent to itself in several serious

, the Prefect took it upon himself to offer the sum of twenty thousand francs 'for the conviction of

the assassin', or, if more than one should prove to have been implicated, 'for the conviction of any one of the

assassins'. In the proclamation setting forth this reward, a full pardon was promised to any accomplice who

should come forward in evidence against his fellow; and to the whole was appended, wherever it appeared,

the private placard of a committee of citizens, offering ten thousand francs, in addition to the amount

proposed by the Prefecture. The entire reward thus stood at no less than thirty thousand francs, which will be

regarded as an extraordinary sum when we consider the humble condition of the girl, and the great frequency,

No one doubted now that the mystery of this murder would be immediately brought to light. But although, in

one or two instances, arrests were made which promised elucidation, yet nothing was elicited which could

implicate the parties suspected; and they were discharged forthwith. Strange as it may appear, the third week

from the discovery of the body had passed, and passed without any light being thrown upon the subject,

before even a rumour of the events which had so agitated the public mind reached the ears of Dupin and

myself. Engaged in researches which had absorbed our whole attention, it had been nearly a month since

either of us had gone abroad, or received a visitor, or more than glanced at the leading political articles in one

of the daily papers. The first intelligence of the murder was brought us by G, in person. He

called upon us early in the afternoon of the thirteenth of July 18, and remained with us until late in the

night. He had been piqued by the failure of all his endeavours to ferret out the assassins. His reputationso

he said with a peculiarly Parisian airwas at stake. Even his honour was concerned. The eyes of the public

were upon him; and there was really no sacrifice which he would not be willing to make for the development

of the mystery. He concluded a somewhat droll speech with a compliment upon what he was pleased to term

the of Dupin, and made him a direct and certainly a liberal proposition, the precise nature of which I

do not feel myself at liberty to disclose, but which has no bearing upon the proper subject of my narrative.

The compliment my friend rebutted as best he could, but the proposition he accepted at once, although its

advantages were altogether provisional. This point being settled, the Prefect broke forth at once into

explanations of his own views, interspersing them with long comments upon the evidence; of which latter we

were not yet in possession. He discoursed much and, beyond doubt, learnedly; while I hazarded an occasional

suggestion as the night wore drowsily away. Dupin, sitting steadily in his accustomed armchair, was the

embodiment of respectful attention. He wore spectacles, during the whole interview; and an occasional

glance beneath their green glasses sufficed to convince me that he slept not the less soundly, because silently,

throughout the seven or eight leadenfooted hours which immediately preceded the departure of the Prefect.

In the morning, I procured, at the Prefecture, a full report of all the evidence elicited, and, at the various

newspaper offices, a copy of every paper in which, from first to last, had been published any decisive

information in regard to this sad affair. Freed from all that was positively disproved, the mass of information

Marie Roget left the residence of her mother, in the Rue Pavee St Andree, about nine o'clock in the morning

of Sunday, June the twentysecond, 18. In going out, she gave notice to a Monsieur Jacques St

Eustache,<1> and to him only, of her intention to spend the day with an aunt, who resided in the Rue des

Dromes. The Rue des Dromes is a short and narrow but populous thoroughfare, not far from the banks of the

river, and at a distance of some two miles, in the most direct course possible, from the of

Madame Roget. St Eustache was the accepted suitor of Marie, and lodged, as well as took his meals, at the <i

pension>. He was to have gone for his betrothed at dusk, and to have escorted her home. In the afternoon,

however, it came on to rain heavily; and, supposing that she would remain at her aunt's (as she had done

under similar circumstances before), he did not think it necessary to keep his promise. As night drew on,

Madame Roget (who was an infirm old lady, seventy years of age) was heard to express a fear 'that she

should never see Marie again'; but this observation attracted little attention at the time.

On Monday it was ascertained that the girl had not been to the Rue des Dromes; and when the day elapsed

without tidings of her, a tardy search was instituted at several points in the city and its environs. It was not,

however, until the fourth day from the period of her disappearance that anything satisfactory was ascertained

respecting her. On this day (Wednesday, the twentyfifth of June) a Monsieur Beauvais,<1> who, with a

friend, had been making inquiries for Marie near the Barriere du Roule, on the shore of the Seine which is

opposite the Rue Pavee St Andree, was informed a corpse had just been towed ashore by some fishermen,

who had found it floating in the river. Upon seeing the body, Beauvais, after some hesitation, identified it as

The face was suffused with dark blood, some of which issued from the mouth. No foam was seen, as in the

case of the merely drowned. There was no discoloration in the cellular tissue. About the throat were bruises

and impressions of fingers. The arms were bent over on the chest, and were rigid. The right hand was

clenched; the left partially open. On the left wrist were two circular excoriations, apparently the effect of

ropes, or of a rope in more than one volution. A part of the right wrist, also, was much chafed, as well as the

back throughout its extent, but more especially at the shoulderblades. In bringing the body to the shore the

fishermen had attached to it a rope, but none of the excoriations had been effected by this. The flesh of the

neck was much swollen. There were no cuts apparent, or bruises which appeared the effect of blows. A piece

of lace was found tied so tightly around the neck as to be hidden from sight; it was completely buried in the

flesh, and was fastened by a knot which lay just under the left ear. This alone would have sufficed to produce

death. The medical testimony spoke confidently of the virtuous character of the deceased. She had been

subjected, it said, to brutal violence. The corpse was in such condition when found that there could have been

The dress was much torn and otherwise disordered. In the outer garment, a slip, about a food wide, had been

torn upward from the bottom hem to the waist, but not torn off. It was wound three times around the waist,

and secured by a sort of hitch in the back. The dress immediately beneath the frock was of fine muslin; and

from this a slip eighteen inches wide had been torn entirely out torn very evenly and with great care. It was

found around her neck, fitting loosely, and secured with a hard knot. Over this muslin slip and the slip of lace

the strings of a bonnet were attached, the bonnet being apprehended. The knot by which the strings of the

After the recognition of the corpse, it was not, as usual, taken to the Morgue (this formality being

superfluous), but hastily interred not far from the spot at which it was brought ashore. Through the exertions

of Beauvais, the matter was industriously hushed up, as far as possible; and several days had elapsed before

any public emotion resulted. A weekly paper,<1> however, at length took up the theme; the corpse was

disinterred, and a reexamination instituted; but nothing was elicited beyond what has been already noted.

The clothes, however, were now submitted to the mother and friends of the deceased and fully identified as

Meantime, the excitement increased hourly. Several individuals were arrested and discharged. St Eustache

fell especially under suspicion; and he failed, at first, to give an intelligible account of his whereabouts during

the Sunday on which Marie left home. Subsequently, however, he submitted to Monsieur G, affidavits,

accounting satisfactorily for every hour of the day in question. As time passed and no discovery ensued, a

thousand contradictory rumours were circulated, and journalists busied themselves in .

Among these, the one which attracted the most notice, was the idea that Marie Roget still livedthat the

corpse found in the Seine was that of some other unfortunate. It will be proper that I submit to the reader

some passages which embody the suggestion alluded to. These passages are translations from <i

'Mademoiselle Roget left her mother's house on Sunday morning, June the twentysecond, 18, with the

ostensible purpose of going to see her aunt, or some other connection in the Rue des Dromes. From that hour,

nobody is proved to have seen her. There is no trace or tidings of her at all. . . . There has no person,

whatever, come forward, so far, who saw her at all, on that day, after she left her mother's door. . . . Now,

though we have no evidence that Marie Roget was in the land of the living after nine o'clock on Sunday, June

the twentysecond, we have proof that, up to that hour, she was alive. On Wednesday noon, at twelve, a

female body was discovered afloat on the shore of the Barriere du Roule. This was, even if we presume that

Marie Roget was thrown into the river within three hours after she left her mother's house, only three days

from the time she left her homethree days to an hour. But it is folly to suppose that the murder, if murder

was committed on her body, could have been consummated soon enough to have enabled her murderers to

throw the body into the river before midnight. Those who are guilty of such horrid crimes choose darkness

rather than light. . . . Thus we see that if the body found in the river that of Marie Roget, it could only

have been in the water two and a half days, or three at the outside. All experience has shown that drowned

bodies, or bodies thrown into the water immediately after death by violence, require from six to ten days for

sufficient decomposition to take place to bring them to the top of the water. Even where a cannon is fired

over a corpse, and it rises before, at least, five or six days' immersion, it sinks again, if let alone. Now, we ask

what was there in this case to cause a departure from the ordinary course of nature? . . . if the body had been

kept in its mangled state on shore until Tuesday night, some trace would be found on shore of the murderers.

It is a doubtful point, also, whether the body would be so soon afloat, even were it thrown in after having

been dead two days. And, furthermore, it is exceedingly improbable that any villains who had committed

such a murder as is here supposed, would have thrown the body in without weight to sink it, when such a

The editor here proceeds to argue that the body must have been in water 'not three days merely, but, at least,

five times three days', because it was so far decomposed that Beauvais had great difficulty in recognizing it.

'What, then, are the facts on which M. Beauvais says that he has no doubt the body was that of Marie Roget?

He ripped up the gown sleeve, and says he found marks which satisfied him of the identity. The public

generally supposed those marks to have consisted of some description of scars. He rubbed the arm and found

upon itsomething as indefinite, we think, as can readily be imaginedas little conclusive as

finding an arm in the sleeve. M. Beauvais did not return that night, but sent word to Madame Roget, at seven

o'clock, on Wednesday evening, that an investigation was still in progress respecting her daughter. If we

allow that Madame Roget, from her age and grief, could not go over (which is allowing a great deal), there

certainly must have been some one who would have thought it worth while to go over and attend the

investigation, if they thought the body was that of Marie. Nobody went over. There was nothing said or heard

about the matter in the Rue Pavee St Andree, that reached even the occupants of the same building. M St

Eustache, the lover and intended husband of Marie, who boarded in her mother's house, deposes that he did

not hear of the discovery of the body of his intended until the next morning, when M. Beauvais came into his

chamber and told him of it. For an item of news like this, it strikes us it was very coolly received.'

In this way the journal endeavoured to create the impression of an apathy on the part of the relatives of Marie,

inconsistent with the supposition that these relatives believed the corpse to be hers. Its insinuations amount to

this; that Marie, with the connivance of her friends, had absented herself from the city for reasons involving a

charge against her chastity; and that these friends upon the discovery of a corpse in the Seine, somewhat

resembling that of the girl, had availed themselves of the opportunity to impress the public with the belief of

her death. But was again overhasty. It was distinctly proved that no apathy, such as was

imagined, existed; that the old lady was exceedingly feeble, and so agitated as to be unable to attend to any

duty; that St Eustache, so far from receiving the news coolly, was distracted with grief, and bore himself so

frantically, that M. Beauvais prevailed upon a friend and relative to take charge of him, and prevent his

attending the examination at the disinterment. Moreover, although it was stated by , that the

corpse was reinterred at public expense, that an advantageous offer of private sepulture was absolutely

declined by the family, and that no member of the family attended the ceremonial;although, I say, all this

was asserted by in furtherance of the impression it designed to conveyyet this was

satisfactorily disproved. In a subsequent number of the paper, an attempt was made to throw suspicion upon

'Now, then, a change comes over the matter. We are told that, on one occasion, while a Madame B was

at Madame Roget's house, M. Beauvais, who was going out, told her that a was expected there,

and that she, Madame B, must not say anything to the until he returned, but let the matter

be for him. . . . In the present posture of affairs M. Beauvais appears to have the whole matter locked up in

his head. A single step cannot be taken without M. Beauvais, for go which way you will, you run against him.

. . . For some reason he determined that nobody shall have anything to do with the proceedings but himself,

and he has elbowed the male relatives out of the way, according to their representations, in a very singular

manner. He seems to have been very much averse to permitting the relatives to see the body.'

By the following fact, some colour was given to the suspicion thus thrown upon Beauvais. A visitor at his

office, a few days prior to the girl's disappearance, and during the absence of its occupant, had observed a <i

rose> in the keyhole of the door, and the name '' inscribed upon a slate which hung near at hand.

The general impression, so far as we were enabled to glean it from the newspapers, seemed to be, that Marie

had been the victim of a of desperadoesthat by these she had been borne across the river,

maltreated, and murdered. ,<1> however, a print of extensive influence, was earnest in

'We are persuaded that pursuit has hitherto been on a false scent so far as it has been directed to the Barriere

du Roule. It is impossible that a person so well known to thousands as this young woman was, should have

passed three blocks without someone having seen her; and any one who saw her would have remembered it,

for she interested all who knew her. It was when the streets were full of people, when she went out. . . . It is

impossible that she could have gone to the Barriere du Roule, or to the Rue des Dromes, without being

recognized by a dozen persons; yet no one has come forward who saw her outside her mother's door, and

there is no evidence except the testimony concerning her , that she did go out at all.

Her gown was torn, bound round her, and tied; and by that the body was carried as a bundle. If the murder

had been committed at the Barriere du Roule, there would have been no necessity for any such arrangement.

The fact that the body was found floating near the Barriere is no proof as to where it was thrown into the

water. . . . A piece of one of the unfortunate girl's petticoats, two feet long and one foot wide, was torn out

and tied under her chin around the back of her head, probably to prevent screams. This was done by fellows

A day or two before the Prefect called upon us, however, some important information reached the police,

which seemed to over throw, at least, the chief portion of 's argument. Two small boys,

sons of a Madame Deluc, while roaming among the woods near the Barriere du Roule, chanced to penetrate a

close thicket, within which were three or four large stones, forming a kind of seat with a back and footstool.

On the upper stone lay a white petticoat; on the second, a silk scarf. A parasol, gloves, and a

pockethandkerchief were also here found. The handkerchief bore the name 'Marie Roget'. Fragments of

dress were discovered on the brambles around. The earth was trampled, the bushes were broken, and there

was every evidence of a struggle. Between the thicket and the river, the fences were found taken down, and

A weekly paper, ,<1> had the following comments upon this discoverycomments which

'The things had all evidently been there at least three or four weeks; they were all mildewed down hard with

the action of the rain, and stuck together from mildew. The grass had grown around and over some of them.

The silk on the parasol was strong, but the threads of it were run together within. The upper part, where it had

been doubled and folded, was all mildewed and rotten, and tore on its being opened. . . . The pieces of her

frock torn out by the bushes were about three inches wide and six inches long. One part was the hem of the

frock, and it had been mended; the other piece was part of the skirt, not the hem. They looked like strips torn

off, and were on the thorn bush, about a foot from the ground. . . . There can be no doubt, therefore, that the

Consequent upon this discovery, new evidence appeared. Madame Deluc testified that she keeps a roadside

inn not far from the bank of the river, opposite the Barriere du Roule. The neighbourhood is

secludedparticularly so. It is the usual Sunday resort of blackguards from the city, who cross the river in

boats. About three o'clock, in the afternoon of the Sunday in question, a young girl arrived at the inn

accompanied by a young man of dark complexion. The two remained here for some time. On their departure,

they took the road to some thick woods in the vicinity. Madame Deluc's attention was called to the dress

worn by the girl, on account of its resemblance to one worn by a deceased relative. A scarf was particularly

noticed. Soon after the departure of the couple, a gang of miscreants made their appearance, behaved

boisterously, ate and drank without making payment, followed in the route of the young man and girl,

It was soon after dark, upon this same evening, that Madame Deluc, as well as her eldest son, heard the

screams of a female in the vicinity of the inn. The screams were violent but brief. Madame D. recognized not

only the scarf which was found in the thicket, but the dress which was discovered upon the corpse. An

omnibus driver, Valence,<1> now also testified that he saw Marie Roget cross a ferry on the Seine, on the

Sunday in question. He, Valence, knew Marie, and could not be mistaken in her identity. The articles found

The items of evidence and information thus collected by myself, from the newspapers, at the suggestion of

Dupin, embraced only one more pointbut this was a point of seemingly vast consequence. It appears that,

immediately after the discovery of the clothes as above described, the lifeless or nearly lifeless body of St

Eustache, Marie's betrothed, was found in the vicinity of what all now supposed the scene of the outrage. A

phial labelled 'laudanum', and emptied, was found near him. His breath gave evidence of the poison. He died

without speaking. Upon his person was found a letter, briefly stating his love for Marie, with his design of

'I need scarcely tell you,' said Dupin, as he finished the perusal of my notes, 'that this is a far more intricate

case than that of the Rue Morgue; from which it differs in one important respect. This is an ,

although an atrocious, instance of crime. There is nothing peculiarly about it. You will observe that,

for this reason, the mystery has been considered easy, when for this reason, it should have been considered

difficult of solution. Thus, at first, it was thought unnecessary to offer a reward. The myrmidons of G

were able at once to comprehend how and why such an atrocity committed. They could

picture to their imaginations a modemany modes,and a motivemany motives; and because it was not

impossible that either of these numerous modes and motives have been the actual one, they have

taken it for granted that one of them . But the ease with which these variable fancies were

entertained, and the very plausibility which each assumed, should have been understood as indicative rather

of the difficulties than of the facilities which must attend elucidation. I have therefore observed that it is by

prominences above the plane of the ordinary, that reason feels her way, if at all, in her search for the true, and

that the proper question in cases such as this is not so much "what has occurred?" as "what has occurred that

has never occurred before?" In the investigations at the house of Madame L'Espanaye,<1> the agents of

G were discouraged and confounded by that very which, to a properly regulated

intellect, would have afforded the surest omen of success; while this same intellect might have been plunged

in despair at the ordinary character of all that met the eye in the case of the perfumerygirl, and yet told of

'In the case of Madame L'Espanaye and her daughter, there was, even at the beginning of our investigation,

no doubt that murder had been committed. The idea of suicide was excluded at once. Here, too, we are freed,

at the commencement, from all supposition of selfmurder. The body found at the Barriere du Roule was

found under such circumstances as to leave us no room for embarrassment upon this important point. But it

has been suggested that the corpse discovered is not that of the Marie Roget for the conviction of whose

assassin, or assassins, the reward is offered, and respecting whom, solely, our agreement has been arranged

with the Prefect. We both know this gentleman well. It will not do to trust him too far. If, dating our inquiries

from the body found, and then tracing a murderer, we yet discover this body to be that of some other

individual than Marie; or if, starting from the living Marie, we find her, yet find her unassassinatedin either

case we lose our labour; since it is Monsieur G with whom we have to deal. For our own purpose,

therefore, if not for the purpose of justice, it is indispensable that our first step should be the determination of

'With the public the arguments of have had weight; and that the journal itself is convinced of

their importance would appear from the manner in which it commences one of its essays upon the

subject"Several of the morning papers of the day," it says, "speak of the article in Monday's

." To me, this article appears conclusive of little beyond the zeal of its inditer. We should bear in

mind that, in general, it is the object of our newspapers rather to create a sensationto make a pointthan

to further the cause of truth. The latter end is only pursued when it seems coincident with the former. The

print which merely falls in with ordinary opinion (however well founded this opinion may be) earns for itself

no credit with the mob. The mass of the people regard as profound only him who suggests <i pungent

contradictions> of the general idea. In ratiocination, not less than in literature, it is the which is

the most immediately and the most universally appreciated. In both, it is of the lowest order of merit.

'What I mean to say is, that it is the mingled epigram and melodrame of the idea, that Marie Roget still lives,

rather than any true plausibility in this idea, which have suggested it to , and secured it a

favourable reception with the public. Let us examine the heads of this journal's argument; endeavouring to

'The first aim of the writer is to show, from the brevity of the interval between Marie's disappearance and the

finding of the floating corpse, that this corpse cannot be that of Marie. The reduction of this interval to its

smallest possible dimension, becomes thus, at once, an object with the reasoner. In the rash pursuit of this

object, he rushes into mere assumption at the outset. "It is folly to suppose," he says, "that the murder, if <p

461> murder was committed on her body, could have been consummated soon enough to have enabled her

murderers to throw the body into the river before midnight." We demand at once, and very naturally, <i

why>? Why is it folly to suppose that the murder was committed after the girl's

quitting her mother's house? Why is it folly to suppose that the murder was committed at any given period of

the day? There have been assassinations at all hours. But, had the murder taken place at any moment between

nine o'clock in the morning of Sunday and a quarter before midnight, there would still have been time enough

"to throw the body into the river before midnight". This assumption, then, amounts precisely to thisthat the

murder was not committed on Sunday at alland, if we allow to assume this, we may permit it

any liberties whatever. The paragraph beginning "It is folly to suppose that the murder, etc.," however it

appears as printed in , may be imagined to have existed actually in the brain of the

inditer: "It is folly to suppose that the murder, if murder was committed on the body, could have been

committed soon enough to have enabled her murderers to throw the body into the river before midnight; it is

folly, we say, to suppose all this, and to suppose at the same time (as we are resolved to suppose), that the

body was thrown in until midnight"a sentence sufficiently inconsequential in itself, but

'Were it my purpose,' continued Dupin, 'merely to against this passage of

argument, I might safely leave it where it is. It is not, however, with that we have to do, but with

the truth. The sentence in question has but one meaning, as it stands; and this meaning I have fairly stated;

but it is material that we go behind the mere words for an idea which these words have obviously intended,

and failed to convey. It was the design of the journalists to say that at whatever period of the day or night of

Sunday this murder was committed, it was improbable that the assassins would have ventured to bear the

corpse to the river before midnight. And herein lies, really, the assumption of which I complain. It is assumed

that the murder was committed at such a position, and under such circumstances, that to the

river became necessary. Now, the assassination might have taken place upon the river's brink, or on

the river itself; and thus, the throwing the corpse in the water might have been resorted to at any period of the

day or night, as the most obvious and most immediate mode of disposal. You will understand that I suggest

nothing here as probable, or as coincident with my own opinion. My design, so far, has no reference to the <i

facts> of the case. I wish merely to caution you against the whole tone of , by calling

'Having prescribed thus a limit to suit its own preconceived notions; having assumed that, if this were the

body of Marie, it could have been in the water but a very brief time, the journal goes on to say:

'"All experience has shown that drowned bodies, or bodies thrown into the water immediately after death by

violence, require from six to ten days for sufficient decomposition to take place to bring them to the top of the

water. Even when a cannon is fired over a corpse, and it rises before at least five or six days' immersion, it

'These assertions have been tacitly received by every paper in Paris, with the exception of <i Le

Moniteur>.<1> This latter print endeavours to combat that portion of the paragraph which has reference to

"drowned bodies" only, by citing some five or six instances in which the bodies of individuals known to be

drowned were found floating after the lapse of less time than is insisted upon by . But there is

something excessively unphilosophical in the attempt, on the part of , to rebut the general

assertion of , by a citation of particular instances militating against that assertion. Had it been

possible to adduce fifty instead of five examples of bodies found floating at the end of two or three days,

these fifty examples could still have been properly regarded only as exceptions to rule, until

such time as the rule itself should be confuted. Admitting the rule (and this does not deny,

insisting merely upon its exceptions), the argument of is suffered to remain in full force; for this

argument does not pretend to involve more than a question of the of the body having risen to

the surface in less than three days; and this probability will be in favour of position until the

instances so childishly adduced shall be sufficient in number to establish an antagonistical rule.

'You will see at once that all argument upon this head should be urged, if at all, against the rule itself; and for

this end we must examine the of the rule. Now the human body, in general, is neither much

lighter nor much heavier than the water of the Seine; that is to say, the specific gravity of the human body, in

its natural condition, is about equal to the bulk of fresh water which it displaces. The bodies of fat and fleshy

persons, with small bones, and of women generally, are lighter than those of the lean and largeboned, and of

men; and the specific gravity of the water of a river is somewhat influenced by the presence of the tide from

the sea. But, leaving this tide out of question, it may be said that few human bodies will sink at all,

even in fresh water, . Almost any one, falling into a river, will be enabled to float, if

he suffer the specific gravity of the water fairly to be adduced in comparison with his ownthat is to say, if

he suffer his whole person to be immersed, with as little exception as possible. The proper position for one

who cannot swim, is the upright position of the walker on land, with the head thrown fully back, and

immersed; the mouth and nostrils alone remaining above the surface. Thus circumstanced, we shall find that

we float without difficulty and without exertion. It is evident, however, that the gravities of the body, and of

the bulk of water displaced, are very nicely balanced, and that a trifle will cause either to preponderate. An

arm, for instance, uplifted from the water, and thus deprived of its support, is an additional weight sufficient

to immerse the whole head, while the accidental aid of the smallest piece of timber will enable us to elevate

the head so as to look about. Now, in the struggles of one unused to swimming, the arms are invariably

thrown upward, while an attempt is made to keep the head in its usual perpendicular position. The result is

the immersion of the mouth and nostrils, and the inception, during efforts to breathe while beneath the

surface, of water into the lungs. Much is also received into the stomach, and the whole body becomes heavier

by the difference between the weight of the air originally distending these cavities, and that of the

fluid which now fills them. This difference is sufficient to cause the body to sink, as a general rule; but is

insufficient in the cases of individuals with small bones and an abnormal quantity of flaccid or fatty matter.

'The corpse, being supposed at the bottom of the river, will there remain until, by some means, its specific

gravity again becomes less than that of the bulk of water which it displaces. This effect is brought about by

decomposition, or otherwise. The result of decomposition is the generation of gas, distending the cellular

tissues and all the cavities, and giving the appearance which is so horrible. When this distension

has so far progressed that the bulk of the corpse is materially increased without a corresponding increase of <i

mass> or weight, its specific gravity becomes less than that of the water displaced, and it forthwith makes its

appearance at the surface. But decomposition is modified by innumerable circumstancesis hastened or

retarded by innumerable agencies; for example, by the heat or cold of the season, by the mineral

impregnation or purity of the water, by its depth or shallowness, by its currency or stagnation, by the

temperament of the body, by its infection or freedom from disease before death. Thus it is evident that we can

assign no period, with anything like accuracy, at which the corpse shall rise through decomposition. Under

certain conditions this result would be brought about within an hour; under others it might not take place at

all. There are chemical infusions by which the animal frame can be preserved from corruption;

the bichloride of mercury is one. But, apart from decomposition, there may be, and very usually is, a

generation of gas within the stomach, from the acetous fermentation of vegetable matter (or within other

cavities from other causes), sufficient to induce a distension which will bring the body to the surface. The

effect produced by the firing of a cannon is that of simple vibration. This may either loosen the corpse from

the soft mud or ooze in which it is embedded, thus permitting it to rise when other agencies have already

prepared it for so doing: or it may overcome the tenacity of some putrescent portions of the cellular tissues,

'Having thus before us the whole philosophy of this subject, we can easily test by it the assertions of <i

L'Etoile>. "All experience shows," says this paper, "that drowned bodies, or bodies thrown into the water

immediately after death by violence, require from six to ten days for sufficient decomposition to take place to

bring them to the top of the water. Even when a cannon is fired over a corpse, and it rises before at least five

'The whole of this paragraph must now appear a tissue of inconsequence and incoherence. All experience

does show that "drowned bodies" from six to ten days for sufficient decomposition to take

place to bring them to the surface. Both science and experience show that the period of their rising is, and

necessarily must be, indeterminate. If, moreover, a body has risen to the surface through firing of cannon, it

will "sink again is let alone", until decomposition has so far progressed as to permit the escape of the

generated gas. But I wish to call your attention to the distinction which is made between "drowned bodies",

and "bodies thrown into water immediately after death by violence". Although the writer admits the

distinction, he yet includes them all in the same category. I have shown how it is that the body of a drowning

man becomes specifically heavier than its bulk of water, and that he would not sink at all, except for the

struggle by which he elevates his arms above the surface, and his gasps for breath while beneath the

surfacegasps which supply by water the place of the original air in the lungs. But these struggles and these

gasps would not occur in the body "thrown into the water immediately after death by violence". Thus, in the

latter instance, a fact of which is evidently

ignorant. When decomposition had proceeded to a very great extentwhen the flesh had in a great measure

left the bones then, indeed, but not then, should we lose sight of the corpse.

'And now what are we to make of the argument, that the body found could not be that of Marie Roget,

because, three days only having elapsed, this body was found floating? If drowned, being a woman, she

might never have sunk; or, having sunk, might have reappeared in twentyfour hours or less. But no one

supposes her to have been drowned; and, dying before being thrown into the river, she might have

'"But," says , "if the body had been kept in its mangled state on shore until Tuesday night, some

trace would be found on shore of the murderers." Here it is at first difficult to perceive the intention of the

reasoner. He means to anticipate what he imagines would be an objection to his theoryviz.: that the body

was kept on shore two days, suffering rapid decomposition rapid than if immersed in water. He

supposes that, had this been the case, it have appeared at the surface on the Wednesday, and thinks

that under such circumstances it could have so appeared. He is accordingly in haste to show that it

kept on shore; for, if so, "some trace would be found on shore of the murderers." I presume you

smile at the . You cannot be made to see how the mere of the corpse on the shore

'"And furthermore it is exceedingly improbable," continues our journal, "that any villains who had committed

such a murder as is here supposed, would have thrown the body in without weight to sink it, when such a

precaution could have so easily been taken." Observe, here, the laughable confusion of thought! No onenot

even disputes the murder committed . The marks of violence are too

obvious. It is our reasoner's object merely to show that this body is not Marie's. He wishes to prove that <i

Marie> is not assassinatednot that the corpse was not. Yet his observation proves only the latter point.

Here is a corpse without weight attached. Murderers, casting it in, would not have failed to attach a weight.

Therefore it was not thrown in by murderers. This is all which is proved, if anything is. The question of

identity is not even approached, and has been at great pains merely to gainsay now what it has

admitted only a moment before. "We are perfectly convinced," it says, "that the body found was that of a

'Nor is this the sole instance, even in this division of his subject, where our reasoner unwittingly reasons

against himself. His evident object, I have already said, is to reduce, as much as possible, the interval between

Marie's disappearance and the finding of the corpse. Yet we find him the point that no person saw

the girl from the moment of her leaving her mother's house. "We have no evidence," he says, "that

Marie Roget was in the land of the living after nine o'clock on Sunday, June the twentysecond." As his

argument is obviously an one, he should, at least, have left this matter out of sight; for had any

one been known to see Marie, say on Monday, or on Tuesday, the interval in question would have been much

reduced, and, by his own ratiocination, the probability much diminished of the corpse being that of the <i

grisette>. It is, nevertheless, amusing to observe that insists upon its point in the full belief of its

'Reperuse now that portion of this argument which has reference to the identification of the corpse by

Beauvais. In regard to the upon the arm, has been obviously disingenuous. M. Beauvais,

not being an idiot, could never have urged in identification of the corpse, simply . No

arm is hair. The of the expression of is a mere perversion of the

witness' phraseology. He must have spoken of some in this hair. It must have been a

'"Her foot," says the journal, "was small"so are thousands of feet. Her garter is no proof whatevernor is

her shoefor shoes and garters are sold in packages. The same may be said of the flowers in her hat. One

thing upon which M. Beauvais strongly insists is, that the clasp of the garter found had been set back to take

it in. This amounts to nothing; for most women find it proper to take a pair of garters home and fit them to the

size of the limbs they are to encircle, rather than to try them in the store where they purchase." Here it is

difficult to suppose the reasoner in earnest. Had M. Beauvais, in his search for the body of Marie, discovered

a corpse corresponding in general size and appearance to the missing girl, he would have been warranted

(without reference to the question of habiliment at all) in forming an opinion that his search had been

successful. If, in addition to the point of general size and contour, he had found upon the arm a peculiar hairy

appearance which he had observed upon the living Marie, his opinion might have been justly strengthened;

and the increase of positiveness might well have been in the ratio of the peculiarity, or unusualness

of the hairy mark. If the feet of Marie being small, those of the corpse were also small, the increase of

probability that the body was that of Marie would not be an increase in a ratio merely arithmetical, but in one

highly geometrical, or accumulative. Add to all this shoes such as she had been known to wear upon the day

of her disappearance, and, although these shoes may be "sold in packages", you so far augment the

probability as to verge upon the certain. What, of itself, would be no evidence of identity, becomes, through

its corroborative position, proof most sure. Give us then, flowers in the hat corresponding to those worn by

the missing girl, and we seek for nothing further. If only flower, we seek for nothing furtherwhat

then if two or three, or more? Each successive one is multiple evidenceproof not to proof, but <i

multiplied> by hundreds or thousands. Let us now discover, upon the deceased, garters such as the living

used, and it is almost folly to proceed. But these garters are found to be tightened, by the setting back of a

clasp, in just such a manner as her own had been tightened by Marie shortly previous to her leaving home. It

is now madness or hypocrisy to doubt. What says in respect to this abbreviation of the garters

being an unusual occurrence, shows nothing beyond its own pertinacity in error. The elastic nature of the

claspgarter is selfdemonstration of the of the abbreviation. What is made to adjust itself,

must of necessity require foreign adjustment but rarely. It must have been by an accident, in its strictest sense,

that these garters of Marie needed the tightening described. They alone would have amply established her

identity. But it is not that the corpse was found to have the garters of the missing girl, or found to have her

shoes, or her bonnet, or the flowers of her bonnet, or her feet, or a peculiar mark upon the arm, or her general

size and appearanceit is that the corpse had each, and . Could it be proved that the editor

of entertained a doubt, under the circumstances, there would be no need, in his case, of a

commission . He has thought it 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 here

observe that very much of what is rejected as evidence by a court is the best of evidence to the intellect. For

the court, guided itself by the general principles of evidencethe recognized and

principlesis averse from swerving at particular instances. And this steadfast adherence to principle, with

rigorous disregard of the conflicting exception, is a sure mode of attaining the of attainable

truth, in any long sequence of time. The practice, , is therefore philosophical; but it is not the

'In respect to the insinuations levelled at Beauvais, you will be willing to dismiss them in a breath. You have

already fathomed the true character of this good gentleman. He is a , with much of romance

and little of wit. Any one so constituted will readily so conduct himself, upon occasion of

excitement, as to render himself liable to suspicion on the part of the overacute, or the illdisposed. M.

Beauvais (as it appears from your notes) had some personal interviews with the editor of , and

offended him by venturing an opinion that the corpse, notwithstanding the theory of the editor, was, in sober

fact, that of Marie. "He persists," says the paper, "in asserting the corpse to be that of Marie, but cannot give a

circumstance, in addition to those which we have commented upon, to make others believe." Now, without

readverting to the fact that stronger evidence "to make others believe", could have been adduced,

it may be remarked that a man may very well be understood to believe, in a case of this kind, without the

ability to advance a single reason for the belief of a second party. Nothing is more vague than impressions of

individual identity. Each man recognizes his neighbour, yet there are few instances in which any one is

prepared for his recognition. The editor of had no right to be offended at M.

'The suspicious circumstances which invest him, will be found to tally much better with my hypothesis of <i

<1>'A theory based on the qualities of an object, will prevent its being unfolded according to its objects; and

he who arranges topics in reference to their causes, will cease to value them according to their results. Thus

the jurisprudence of every nation will show that, when law becomes a science and a system, it ceases to be

justice. The errors into which a blind devotion to of classification has led the common law, will

be seen by observing how often the legislature has been obliged to come forward to restore the equity its

scheme had lost. than with the reasoner's suggestion of guilt. Once adopting the more charitable

interpretation, we shall find no difficulty in comprehending the rose in the keyhole; the "Marie" upon the

slate; the "elbowing the male relatives out of the way"; the "aversion to permitting them to see the body"; the

caution given to Madame B, that she must hold no conversation with the until his

(Beauvais') return; and, lastly, his apparent determination, "that nobody should have anything to do with the

proceedings except himself". It seems to me unquestionable that Beauvais was a suitor of Marie's; that she

coquetted with him; and that he was ambitious of being thought to enjoy her fullest intimacy and confidence.

I shall say nothing more upon this point; and, as the evidence fully rebuts the assertion of ,

touching the matter of on the part of the mother and other relativesan apathy inconsistent with

the supposition of their believing the corpse to be that of the perfumerygirlwe shall now proceed as if the

'And what,' I here demanded, 'do you think of the opinions of ?'

'That, in spirit, they are far more worthy of attention than any which have been promulgated upon the subject.

The deductions from the premises are philosophical and acute; but the premises, in two instances, at least, are

founded in imperfect observation. wishes to intimate that Marie was seized by some gang

of low ruffians not far from her mother's door. "It is impossible," it urges, "that a person so well known to

thousands as this young woman was, should have passed three blocks without some one having seen her."

This is the idea of a man long resident in Parisa public manand one whose walks to and fro in the city

have been mostly limited to the vicinity of the public offices. He is aware that he seldom passes so far as a

dozen blocks from his own , without being recognized and accosted. And, knowing the extent of

his personal acquaintance with others, and of others with him, he compares his notoriety with that of the

perfumerygirl, finds no great difference between them, and reaches at once the conclusion that she, in her

walks, would be equally liable to recognition with himself in his. This could only be the case were her walks

of the same unvarying methodical character, and within the same of limited region as are

his own. He passes to and fro, at regular intervals, within a confined periphery, abounding in individuals who

are led to observation of his person through interest in the kindred nature of his occupation with their own.

But the walks of Marie may, in general, be supposed discursive. In this particular instance, it will be

understood as most probable that she proceeded upon a route of more than average diversity, from her

accustomed ones. The parallel which we imagine to have existed in the mind of would

only be sustained in the event of the two individuals traversing the whole city. In this case, granting the

personal acquaintances to be equal, the chances would be also equal that an equal number of personal

rencontres would be made. For my own part, I should hold it not only as possible, but as far more than

probable, that Marie might have proceeded, at any given period, by any one of the many routes between her

own residence and that of her aunt, without meeting a single individual whom she knew, or by whom she was

known. In viewing this question in its full and proper light, we must hold steadily in mind the great

disproportion between the personal acquaintances of even the most noted individual in Paris, and the entire

'But whatever force there may still appear to be in the suggestion of , will be much

diminished when we take into consideration at which the girl went abroad. "It was when the

streets were full of people," says , "that she went out." But not so. It was nine o'clock in

the morning. Now at nine o'clock of every morning in the week, , the streets

in the city are, it is true, thronged with people. At nine on Sunday, the populace are chiefly within doors <i

preparing for church>. No observing person can have failed to notice the peculiarly deserted air of the town,

from about eight until ten on the morning of every Sabbath. Between ten and eleven the streets are thronged,

'There is another point at which there seems a deficiency of on the part of <i Le

Commerciel>. "A piece," it says, "of one of the unfortunate 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, probably to prevent

screams. This was done by fellows who had no pockethandkerchief." Whether this idea is or is not well

founded, we will endeavour to see hereafter; but by "fellows who have no pockethandkerchiefs", the editor

intends the lowest class of ruffians. These, however, are the very description of people who will always be

found to have handkerchiefs even when destitute of shirts. You must have had occasion to observe how

absolutely indispensable, of late years, to the thorough blackguard, has become the pockethandkerchief.'

'That it is a vast pity its inditer was not born a parrotin which case he would have been the most illustrious

parrot of his race. He has merely repeated the individual items of the already published opinion; collecting

them, with a laudible industry, from this paper and from that. "The things had all been there,"

he says, "at least three or four weeks, and there can be that the spot of this appalling outrage has

been discovered." The facts here restated by are very far indeed from removing my own

doubts upon this subject, and we will examine them more particularly hereafter in connection with another

'At present we must occupy ourselves with other investigations. You cannot fail to have remarked the

extreme laxity of the examination of the corpse. To be sure, the question of identity was readily determined,

or should have been; but there were other points to be ascertained. Had the body been in any respect <i

despoiled>? Had the deceased any articles of jewellery about her person upon leaving home? if so, had she

any when found? These are important questions utterly untouched by the evidence; and there are others of

equal moment, which have met with no attention. We must endeavour to satisfy ourselves by personal

inquiry. The case of St Eustache must be reexamined. I have no suspicion of this person; but let us proceed

methodically. We will ascertain beyond a doubt the validity of the in regard to his whereabouts

on the Sunday. Affidavits of this character are readily made matter of mystification. Should there be nothing

wrong here, however, we will dismiss St Eustache from our investigations. His suicide, however,

corroborative of suspicion, were there found to be deceit in the affidavits, is, without such deceit, in

no respect an unaccountable circumstance, or one which need cause us to deflect from the line of ordinary

'In that which I now propose, we will discard the interior points of this tragedy, and concentrate our attention

upon its outskirts. Not the least usual error in investigations such as this is the limiting of inquiry to the

immediate, with total disregard of the collateral or circumstantial events. It is the malpractice of the courts to

confine evidence and discussion to the bounds of apparent relevancy. Yet experience has shown, and a true

philosophy will always show, that a vast, perhaps the larger, portion of truth arises from the seemingly

irrelevant. It is through the spirit of this principle, if not precisely through its letter, that modern science has

resolved to . But perhaps you do not comprehend me. The history of human

knowledge has so uninterruptedly shown that to collateral, or incidental, or accidental events we are indebted

for the most numerous and valuable discoveries, that it has at length become necessary, in prospective view

of improvement, to make not only large, but the largest, allowances for inventions that shall arise by chance,

and quite out of the range of ordinary expectation. It is no longer philosophical to base upon what has been a

vision of what is to be. is admitted as a portion of the substructure. We make chance a matter of

absolute calculation. We subject the unlookedfor and unimagined to the mathematical of the

'I repeat that it is more than fact that the portion of all truth has sprung from the collateral; and it is

but in accordance with the spirit of the principle involved in this fact that I would divert inquiry, in the

present case, from the trodden and hitherto unfruitful ground of the event itself to the contemporary

circumstances which surround it. While you ascertain the validity of the affidavits, I will examine the

newspapers more generally than you have as yet done. So far, we have only reconnoitred the field of

investigation; but it will be strange, indeed, if a comprehensive survey, such as I propose, of the public prints

will not afford us some minute points which shall establish a for inquiry.'

In pursuance of Dupin's suggestion, I made scrupulous examination of the affair of the affidavits. The result

was a firm conviction of their validity, and of the consequent innocence of St Eustache. In the

meantime my friend occupied himself, with what seemed to me a minuteness altogether objectless, in a

scrutiny of the various newspaper files. At the end of a week he placed before me the following extracts:

'About three years and a half ago, a disturbance very similar to the present was caused by the disappearance

of this same Marie Roget from the of Monsieur Le Blanc, in the Palais Royal. At the end of a

week, however, she reappeared at her customary , as well as ever, with the exception of a slight

paleness not altogether usual. It was given out by Monsieur Le Blanc and her mother that she had merely

been on a visit to some friend in the country; and the affair was speedily hushed up. We presume that the

present absence is a freak of the same nature, and that, at the expiration of a week or, perhaps, of a month, we

'An evening journal of yesterday refers to a former mysterious disappearance of Mademoiselle Roget. It is

well known that, during the week of her absence from Le Blanc's , she was in the company of

a young naval officer much noted for his debaucheries. A quarrel, it is supposed, providentially led to her

return home. We have the name of the Lothario in question, who is at present stationed in Paris, but for

obvious reasons forbear to make it public.' , Tuesday morning, June 24.<2>

'An outrage of the most atrocious character was perpetrated near this city the day before yesterday. A

gentleman, with his wife and daughter, engaged about dusk, the services of six young men, who were idly

rowing a boat to and fro near the banks of the Seine, to convey him across the river. Upon reaching the

opposite shore the three passengers stepped out, and had proceeded so far as to be beyond the view of the

boat, when the daughter discovered that she had left in it her parasol. She returned for it, was seized by the

gang, carried out into the stream, gagged, brutally treated, and finally taken to the shore at a point not far

from that at which she had originally entered the boat with her parents. The villains have escaped for the

time, but the police are upon their trail, and some of them will soon be taken.' , June

'We have received one or two communications, the object of which is to fasten the crime of the late atrocity

upon Mennais;<2> but as this gentleman has been fully exonerated by a legal inquiry, and as the arguments

of our several correspondents appear to be more zealous than profound, we do not think it advisable to make

'We have received several forcibly written communications, apparently from various sources, and which go

far to render it a matter of certainty that the unfortunate Marie Roget has become a victim of one of the

numerous bands of blackguards which infest the vicinity of the city upon Sunday. Our own opinion is

decidedly in favour of this supposition. We shall endeavour to make room for some of these arguments

'On Monday, one of the bargemen connected with the revenue service saw an empty boat floating down the

Seine. Sails were lying in the bottom of the boat. The bargeman towed it under the barge office. The next

morning it was taken from thence without the knowledge of any of the officers. The rudder is now at the

Upon reading these various extracts, they not only seemed to me irrelevant, but I could perceive no mode in

which any one of them could be brought to bear upon the matter in hand. I waited for some explanation from

'It is not my present opinion,' he said, 'to upon the first and second of these extracts. I have copied

them chiefly to show you the extreme remissness of the police, who, as far as I can understand from the

Prefect, have not troubled themselves, in any respect, with an examination of the naval officer alluded to. Yet

it is mere folly to say that between the first and second disappearance of Marie there is no

connection. Let us admit the first elopement to have resulted in a quarrel between the lovers, and the return

home of the betrayed. We are now prepared to view a second (if we that an

elopement has again taken place) as indicating a renewal of the betrayer's advances, rather than as the result

of new proposals by a second individualwe are prepared to regard it as a "making up" of the old <i

amour>, rather than as the commencement of a new one. The chances are ten to one, that he who had once

eloped with Marie would again propose an elopement, rather than that she to whom proposals of elopement

had been made by one individual, should have them made to her by another. And here let me call your

attention to the fact, that the time elapsing between the first ascertained and the second supposed elopement is

a few months more than the general period of the cruises of our menofwar. Had the lover been interrupted

in his first villainy by the necessity of departure to sea, and had he seized the first moment of his return to

renew the base designs not yet altogether accomplishedor not yet altogether accomplished ? Of

'You will say, however, that, in the second instance, there was elopement as imagined. Certainly

notbut are we prepared to say that there was not the frustrated design? Beyond St Eustache, and perhaps

Beauvais, we find no recognized, no open, no honourable suitors of Marie. Of none other is there anything

said. Who, then, is the secret lover, of whom the relatives () know nothing, but

whom Marie meets upon the morning of Sunday, and who is so deeply in her confidence, that she hesitates

not to remain with him until the shades of the evening descend, amid the solitary groves of the Barriere du

Roule? Who is that secret lover, I ask, of whom, at least, of the relatives know nothing? And what

means the singular prophecy of Madame Roget on the morning of Marie's departure"I fear that I shall

'But if we cannot imagine Madame Roget privy to the design of elopement, may we not at least suppose this

design entertained by the girl? Upon quitting home, she gave it to be understood that she was about

to visit her aunt in the Rue des Dromes, and St Eustache was requested to call for her at dark. Now, at first

glance, this fact strongly militates against my suggestion;but let us reflect. That she meet some

companion, and proceed with him across the river, reaching the Barriere du Roule at so late an hour as three

o'clock in the afternoon, is known. But in consenting so to accompany this individual (<i for whatever

purposeto her mother known or unknown>), she must have thought of her expressed intention when

leaving home, and of the surprise and suspicion aroused in the bosom of her affianced suitor, St Eustache,

when, calling for her, at the hour appointed, in the Rue des Dromes, he should find that she had not been

there, and when, moreover, upon returning to the with this alarming intelligence, he should

become aware of her continued absence from home. She must have thought of these things, I say. She must

have foreseen the chagrin of St Eustache, the suspicion of all. She could not have thought of returning to

brave this suspicion; but the suspicion becomes a point of trivial importance to her, if we suppose her

'We may imagine her thinking thus"I am to meet a certain person for the purpose of elopement, or for

certain other purposes known only to myself. It is necessary that there be no chance of interruptionthere

must be a sufficient time given us to elude pursuitI will give it to be understood that I shall visit and spend

the day with my aunt at the Rue des DromesI will tell St Eustache not to call for me until darkin this

way, my absence from home for the longest possible period, without causing suspicion or anxiety, will be

accounted for, and I shall gain more time than in any other manner. If I bid St Eustache call for me at dark, he

will be sure not to call before; but if I wholly neglect to bid him call, my time for escape will be diminished,

since it will be expected that I return the earlier, and my absence will the sooner excite anxiety. Now, if it

were my design to return if I had in contemplation merely a stroll with the individual in

questionit would not be my policy to bid St Eustache call; for, calling, he will be to ascertain that

I have played him falsea fact of which I might keep him for ever in ignorance, by leaving home without

notifying him of my intention, by returning before dark, and by then stating that I had been to visit

my aunt in the Rue des Dromes. But, as it is my design to returnor not for some weeksor not

until certain concealments are effectedthe gaining of time is the only point about which I need give myself

'You have observed, in your notes, that the most general opinion in relation to this sad affair is, and was from

the first, that the girl had been the victim of a of blackguards. Now, the popular opinion, under

certain conditions, is not to be disregarded. When arising of itselfwhen manifesting itself in a strictly

spontaneous mannerwe should look upon it as analogous with that which is the idiosyncrasy

of the individual man of genius. In ninetynine cases from the hundred I would abide by its decision. But it is

important that we find no palpable traces of . The opinion must be rigorously <i the public's

own>; and the distinction is often exceedingly difficult to perceive and to maintain. In the present instance, it

appears to me that this "public opinion", in respect to a , has been superinduced by the collateral

event which is detailed in the third of my extracts. All Paris is excited by the discovered corpse of Marie, a

girl young, beautiful, and notorious. This corpse is found, bearing marks of violence, and floating in the river.

But it is now made known that, at the very period, or about the very period, in which it is supposed that the

girl was assassinated, an outrage similar in nature to that endured by the deceased, although less in extent,

was perpetrated, by a gang of young ruffians, upon the person of a second young female. Is it wonderful that

the one known atrocity should influence the popular judgment in regard to the other unknown? This judgment

awaited direction, and the known outrage seemed so opportunely to afford it! Marie, too, was found in the

river; and upon this very river was this known outrage committed? The connection of the two events had

about it so much of the palpable that the true wonder would have been a of the populace to

appreciate and to seize it. But, in fact, the one atrocity, known to be so committed, is, if anything, evidence

that the other, committed at a time nearly coincident, was so committed. It would have been a

miracle, indeed, if, while a gang of ruffians were perpetrating, at a given locality, a most unheardof wrong,

there should have been another similar gang, in a similar locality, in the same city, under the same

circumstances, with the same means and appliances, engaged in a wrong of precisely the same aspect, at

precisely the same period of time! Yet in what, if not in this marvellous train of coincidence, does the

'Before proceeding further, let us consider the supposed scene of the assassination, in the thicket at the

Barriere du Roule. This thicket, although dense, was in the close vicinity of a public road. Within were three

or four large stones forming a kind of seat with a back and a footstool. On the upper stone was discovered a

white petticoat; on the second, a silk scarf. A parasol, gloves, and a pockethandkerchief were also here

found. The handkerchief bore the name "Marie Roget". Fragments of dress were seen on the branches around.

The earth was trampled, the bushes were broken, and there was every evidence of a violent struggle.

'Notwithstanding the acclamation with which the discovery of this thicket was received by the press, and the

unanimity with which it was supposed to indicate the precise scene of the outrage, it must be admitted that

there was some very good reason for doubt. That it the scene, I may or I may not believebut there

was excellent reason for doubt. Had the scene been, as suggested, in the

neighbourhood of the Rue Pavee St Andree, the perpetrators of the crime, supposing them still resident in

Paris, would naturally have been stricken with terror at the public attention thus acutely directed into the

proper channel; and, in certain classes of minds, there would have arisen, at once, a sense of the necessity of

some exertion to redivert the attention. And thus, the thicket of the Barriere du Roule having been already

suspected, the idea of placing the articles where they were found, might have been naturally entertained.

There is no real evidence, although so supposes, that the articles discovered had been more than

a few days in the thicket; while there is much circumstantial proof that they could not have remained there,

without attracting attention, during the twenty days elapsing between the fatal Sunday and the afternoon upon

which they were found by the boys. "They were all down hard," says , adopting

the opinions of its predecessors, "with the action of the rain and stuck together from .

The grass had grown around and over some of them. The silk of the parasol was strong, but the threads of it

were run together within. The upper part, where it had been doubled and folded, was all and

rotten, and tore on being opened." In respect to the grass having "grown around and over some of them", it is

obvious that the fact could only have been ascertained from the words, and thus from the recollections, of two

small boys; for these boys removed the articles and took them home before they had been seen by a third

party. But the grass will grow, especially in warm and damp weather (such as was that of the period of the

murder), as much as two or three inches in a single day. A parasol lying upon a newly turfed ground, might,

in a single week, be entirely concealed from sight by the upspringing grass. And touching that

upon which the editor of so pertinaciously insists, that he employs the words no less than three

times in the brief paragraph just quoted, is he really unaware of the nature of this ? Is he to be told

that it is one of many classes of , of which the most ordinary feature is its upspringing and

'Thus we see, at a glance, that what has been most triumphantly adduced in support of the idea that the

articles had been "for at least three or four weeks" in the thicket, is most absurdly null as regards any

evidence of that fact. On the other hand, it is exceedingly difficult to believe that these articles could have

remained in the thicket specified for a longer period than a single weekfor a longer period than from one

Sunday to the next. Those who know anything of the vicinity of Paris, know the extreme difficulty of finding

, unless at a great distance from its suburbs. Such a thing as an unexplored or even an

unfrequently visited recess, amid its woods or groves, is not for a moment to be imagined. Let any one who,

being at heart a lover of nature, is yet chained by duty to the dust and heat of this great metropolislet any

such one attempt, even during the weekdays, to slake his thirst for solitude amid the scenes of natural

loveliness which immediately surround us. At every second step, he will find the growing charm dispelled by

the voice and personal intrusion of some ruffian or party of carousing blackguards. He will seek privacy amid

the densest foliage all in vain. Here are the very nooks where the unwashed most aboundhere are

the temples most desecrate. With sickness of the heart the wanderer will flee back to the polluted Paris as to a

less odious because less incongruous sink of pollution. But if the vicinity of the city is so beset during the

working days of the week, how much more so on the Sabbath! It is now especially that, released from the

claims of labour, or deprived of the customary opportunities of crime, the town blackguard seeks the

precincts of the town, not through love of the rural, which in his heart he despises, but by way of escape from

the restraints and conventionalities of society. He desires less the fresh air and the green trees, than the utter

of the country. Here at the roadside inn, or beneath the foliage of the woods, he indulges,

unchecked by any eye except those of his boon companions, in all the mad excess of a counterfeit

hilaritythe joint offspring of liberty and of rum. I say nothing more than what must be obvious to every

dispassionate observer, when I repeat that the circumstance of the articles in question having remained

undiscovered, for a longer period than from one Sunday to another, in thicket in the immediate

'But there are not wanting other grounds for the suspicion that the articles were placed in the thicket with the

view of diverting attention from the real scene of the outrage. And, first, let me direct your notice to the <i

date> of the discovery of the articles. Collate this with the date of the fifth extract made by myself from the

newspapers. You will find that the discovery followed, almost immediately, the urgent communications sent

to the evening paper. These communications, although various, and apparently from various sources, tended

all to the same point viz., the directing of attention to a as the perpetrators of the outrage, and to

the neighbourhood of the Barriere du Roule as its scene. Now, here, of course, the situation is not that, in

consequence of these communications, or of the public attention by them directed, the articles were found by

the boys; but the suspicion might and may well have been, that the articles were not found by the

boys, for the reason that the articles had not before been in the thicket; having been deposited there only at so

late a period as at the date, or shortly prior to the date of the communications, by the guilty authors

'This thicket was a singularan exceedingly singular one. It was unusually dense. Within its natural walled

enclosure were three extraordinary stones, . And this thicket, so

full of art, was in the immediate vicinity, , of the dwelling of Madame Deluc, whose

boys were in the habit of closely examining the shrubberies about them in search of the bark of the sassafras.

Would it be a rash wagera wager of one thousand to onethat a never passed over the heads of

these boys without finding at least one of them ensconced in the umbrageous hall, and enthroned upon its

natural throne? Those who would hesitate at such a wager, have either never been boys themselves, or have

forgotten the boyish nature. I repeatit is exceedingly hard to comprehend how the articles could have

remained in this thicket undiscovered, for a longer period than one or two days; and that thus there is good

ground for suspicion, in spite of the dogmatic ignorance of , that they were, at a comparatively

But there are still other and stronger reasons for believing them so deposited, than any which I have as yet

urged. And, now, let me beg your notice to the highly artificial arrangement of the articles. On the

stone lay a white petticoat; on the , a silk scarf; scattered around, were a parasol, gloves, and a

pockethandkerchief bearing the name "Marie Roget". Here is just such an arrangement as would <i

naturally> be made by a notover acute person wishing to dispose the articles . But it is by no

means a natural arrangement. I should rather have looked to see the things lying on the

ground and trampled under foot. In the narrow limits of that bower, it would have been scarcely possible that

the petticoat and scarf should have retained a position upon the stones, when subjected to the brushing to and

fro of many struggling persons. "There was evidence," it is said, "of a struggle; and the earth was trampled,

the bushes were broken,"but the petticoat and the scarf are found deposited as if upon shelves. "The pieces

of the frock torn out by the bushes were about three inches wide and six inches long. One part was the hem

of the frock, and it had been mended. They ." Here, inadvertently, <i

Le Soleil> has employed an exceedingly suspicious phrase. The pieces, as described, do indeed "look like

strips torn off"; but purposely and by hand. It is one of the rarest of accidents that a piece is "torn off", from

any garment such as is now in question, by the agency . From the very nature of such fabrics, a

thorn or nail becoming tangled in them, tears them rectangularly divides them into two longitudinal rents,

at right angles with each other, and meeting at an apex where the thorn entersbut it is scarcely possible to

conceive the piece "torn off". I never so knew it, nor did you. To tear a piece from such fabric, two

distinct forces, in different directions, will be, in almost every case, required. If there be two edges to the

fabricif, for example, it be a pockethandkerchief, and it is desired to tear from it a slip, then, and then

only, will the one force serve the purpose. But in the present case the question is of a dress, presenting but

one edge. To tear a piece from the interior, where no edge is presented, could only be effected by a miracle

through the agency of thorns, and no thorn could accomplish it. But, even where an edge is

presented, two thorns will be necessary, operating, the one in two distinct directions, and the other in one.

And this in the supposition that the edge is unhemmed. If hemmed, the matter is nearly out of the question.

We thus see the numerous and great obstacles in the way of pieces being "torn off" through the simple agency

of "thorns"; yet we are required to believe not only that one piece but that many have been so torn. "And one

part," too, "!" Another piece was "",that is to

say, was torn completely out, through the agency of thorns, from the unedged interior of the dress! These, I

say, are things which one may well be pardoned for disbelieving; yet, taken collectedly, they form, perhaps,

less of reasonable ground for suspicion, than the one startling circumstance of the articles having been left in

this thicket at all, by any who had enough precaution to think of removing the corpse. You will

not have apprehended me rightly, however, if you suppose it my design to this thicket as the scene

of the outrage. There might have been a wrong , or, more possibly, an accident at Madame Deluc's.

But, in fact, this is a point of minor importance. We are not engaged in an attempt to discover the

scene, but to produce the perpetrators of the murder. What I have adduced, notwithstanding the minuteness

with which I have adduced it, has been with the view, first, to show the folly of the positive and headlong

assertions of , but secondly and chiefly, to bring you, by the most natural route, to further

contemplation of the doubt whether this assassination has, or has not, been the work of a .

'We will resume this question by mere allusion to the revolting details of the surgeon examined at the inquest.

It is only necessary to say that his published , in regard to the number of the ruffians, have been

properly ridiculed as unjust and totally baseless, by all the reputable anatomists of Paris. Not that the matter

have been as inferred, but that there was no ground for the inference:was there not much for

'Let us now reflect upon "the traces of a struggle"; and let me ask what these traces have been supposed to

demonstrate. A gang. But do they not rather demonstrate the absence of a gang? What could

have taken placewhat struggle so violent and so enduring as to have left its "traces" in all directions

between a weak and defenceless girl and the of ruffians imagined? The silent grasp of a few rough

arms and all would have been over. The victim must have been absolutely passive at their will. You will here

bear in mind that the arguments used against the thicket as the scene, are applicable, in chief part, only

against it as the scene of an outrage committed by . If we imagine but <i

one> violator, we can conceive, and thus only conceive, the struggle of so violent and so obstinate a nature as

'And again. I have already mentioned the suspicion to be excited by the fact that the articles in question were

suffered to remain in the thicket where discovered. It seems almost impossible that these evidences

of guilt should have been accidentally left where found. There was sufficient presence of mind (it is

supposed) to remove the corpse; and yet a more positive evidence than the corpse itself (whose features might

have been quickly obliterated by decay), is allowed to lie conspicuously in the scene of the outrageI allude

to the handkerchief with the of the deceased. If this was accident, it was not the accident

. We can imagine it only the accident of an individual. Let us see. An individual 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 is over, and there is abundant room in his heart for the natural awe of the deed. His is

none of that confidence which the presence of numbers inevitably inspires. He is with the dead. He

trembles and is bewildered. Yet there is a necessity for disposing of the corpse. He bears it to the river, and

leaves behind him the other evidences of his guilt; for it is difficult, if not impossible, to carry all the burthen

at once, and it will be easy to return for what is left. But in his toilsome journey to the water his fears

redouble within him. The sounds of life encompass his path. A dozen times he hears or fancies he hears the

step of an observer. Even the very lights from the city bewilder him. Yet, in time, and by long and frequent

pauses of deep agony, he reaches the river's brink, and disposes of his ghastly charge perhaps through the

medium of a boat. But what treasure does the world holdwhat threat of vengeance could it hold

out which would have power to urge the return of that lonely murderer over that toilsome and perilous

path, to the thicket and its bloodchilling recollections? He returns , let the consequences be what they

may. He not return if he would. His sole thought is immediate escape. He turns his back <i for

'But how with a gang? Their number would have inspired them with confidence; if, indeed, confidence is

ever wanting in the breast of the arrant blackguard; and of arrant blackguards alone are the supposed <i

gangs> ever constituted. Their number, I say, would have prevented the bewildering and unreasoning terror

which I have imagined to paralyse the single man. Could we suppose an oversight in one, or two, or three,

this oversight would have been remedied by a fourth. They would have left nothing behind them; for their

number would have enabled them to carry at once. There would have been no need of .

'Consider now the circumstance that, in the outer garment of the corpse when found, "a slip, about a foot

wide, had been torn upward from the bottom hem to the waist, wound three times round the waist,

and secured by a sort of hitch in the back". This was done with the obvious design of affording

by which to carry the body. But would any of men have dreamed of resorting to such an

expedient? To three or four, the limbs of the corpse would have afforded not only a sufficient, but the best

possible, hold. The device is that of a single individual; and this brings us to the fact that "between the thicket

and the river the rails of the fences were found taken down, and the ground bore evident traces of some heavy

burden having been dragged along it"! But would a of men have put themselves to the

superfluous trouble of taking down a fence, for the purpose of dragging through it a corpse which they might

have any fence in an instant? Would a of men have so a corpse at all

'And here we must refer to an observation of ; an observation upon which I have already,

in some measure, commented. "A piece," says this journal, "of one of the unfortunate girl's petticoats was

torn out and tied under her chin, and around the back of her head, probably to prevent screams. This was done

'I have before suggested that a genuine blackguard is never a pockethandkerchief. But it is not

to this fact that I now specially advert. That it was not through want of a handkerchief for the purpose

imagined by , that this bandage was employed, is rendered apparent by the handkerchief

left in the thicket; and that the object was not "to prevent screams" appears, also, from the bandage having

been employed in preference to what would so much better have answered the purpose. But the language of

the evidence speaks of the strip in question as "found round the neck, fitting loosely, and secured with a hard

knot". These words are sufficiently vague, but differ materially from those of . The slip

was eighteen inches wide, and therefore, although of muslin, would form a strong band when folded or

rumpled longitudinally. And thus rumpled it was discovered. My inference is this. The solitary murderer,

having borne the corpse for some distance (whether from the thicket or elsewhere) by means of the bandage

around its middle, found the weight, in this mode of procedure, too much for his

strength. He resolved to drag the burthenthe evidence goes to show that it dragged. With this

object in view, it became necessary to attach something like a rope to one of the extremities. It could be best

attached about the neck, where the head would prevent its slipping off. And now the murderer bethought him,

unquestionably, of the bandage about the loins. He would have used this, but for its volution about the corpse,

the which embarrassed it, and the reflection that it had not been "torn off" from the garment. It was

easier to tear a new slip from the petticoat. He tore it, made it fast about the neck, and so his

victim to the brink of the river. That this "bandage", only attainable with trouble and delay, and but

imperfectly answering its purposethat this bandage was employed , demonstrates that the

necessity for its employment sprang from circumstances arising at a period when the handkerchief was no

longer attainablethat is to say, arising, as we have imagined, after quitting the thicket (if the thicket it was),

'But the evidence, you will say, of Madame Deluc (!) points especially to the presence of a in the

vicinity of the thicket, at or about the epoch of the murder. This I grant. I doubt if there were not a

gangs, such as described by Madame Deluc, in and about the vicinity of the Barriere du Roule at

the period of this tragedy. But the gang which has drawn upon itself the pointed animadversion, although the

somewhat tardy and very suspicious evidence of Madame Deluc, is the gang which is represented by

that honest and scrupulous old lady as having eaten her cakes, and swallowed her brandy, without putting

'But what the precise evidence of Madame Deluc? "A gang of miscreants made their appearance,

behaved boisterously, ate and drank without making payment, followed in the route of the young man and the

girl, returned to the inn , and recrossed the river as if in great haste."

'Now, this "great haste" very possibly seemed haste in the eyes of Madame Deluc, since she dwelt

lingeringly and lamentingly upon her violated cakes and ale,cakes and ale for which she might

still have entertained a faint hope of compensation. Why, otherwise, since it was , should she

make a point of the ? It is no cause for wonder, surely, that a gang of blackguards should make <i

haste> to get home when a wide river is to be crossed in small boats, when storm impends, and when night <i

'I say ; for the night had . It was only that the indecent haste

of these "miscreants" offended the sober eyes of Madame Deluc. But we are told that it was upon this very

evening that Madame Deluc, as well as her eldest son, "heard the screams of a female in the vicinity of the

inn". And in what words does Madame Deluc designate the period of the evening at which these screams

were heard? "It was ," she says. But "soon dark" is at least ; and "<i

about dusk>" is as certainly daylight. Thus it is abundantly clear that the gang quitted the Barriere du Roule

to the screams overheard (?) by Madame Deluc. And although, in all the many reports of the

evidence, the relative expressions in question are distinctly and invariably employed just as I have employed

them in this conversation with yourself, no notice whatever of the gross discrepancy has, as yet, been taken

'I shall add but one to the arguments against ; but this has, to my own understanding at

least, a weight altogether irresistible. Under the circumstances of large reward offered, and full pardon to any

king's evidence, it is not to be imagined, for a moment, that some member of of low ruffians, or of

any body of men, would not long ago have betrayed his accomplices. Each one of a gang, so placed, is not so

much greedy of reward, or anxious for escape, as . He betrays eagerly and early that <i

he may not himself be betrayed>. That the secret has not been divulged is the very best of proof that it is, in

fact, a secret. The horrors of this dark deed are known only to , or two, living human beings, and to

'Let us sum up now the meagre yet certain fruits of our long analysis. We have attained the idea either of a

fatal accident under the roof of Madame Deluc, or of a murder perpetrated in the thicket at the Barriere du

Roule, by a lover, or at least by an intimate and secret associate of the deceased. The associate is of

swarthy complexion. This complexion, the "hitch" in the bandage, and the "sailor's knot" with which the

bonnetribbon is tied, point to a seaman. His companionship with the deceaseda gay but not abject young

girldesignates him as above the grade of the common sailor. Here the wellwritten and urgent

communications to the journals are much in the way of corroboration. The circumstance of the first

elopement, as mentioned by , tends to blend the idea of this seaman with that of the "naval

'And here, most fitly, comes the consideration of the continued absence of him of the dark complexion. Let

me pause to observe that the complexion of this man is dark and swarthy; it was no common swarthiness

which constituted the point of resemblance, both as regards Valence and Madame Deluc. But why is

this man absent? Was he murdered by the gang? If so, why are there only of the assassinated <i

girl>? The scene of the two outrages will naturally be supposed identical. And where is his corpse? The

assassins would most probably have disposed of both in the same way. But it may be said that this man lives,

and is deterred from making himself known through dread of being charged with the murder. This

consideration might be supposed to operate upon him nowat this late periodsince it has been given in

evidence that he was seen with Marie, but it would have had no force at the period of the deed. The first

impulse of an innocent man would have been to announce the outrage, and to aid in identifying the ruffians.

This would have suggested. He had been seen with the girl. He had crossed the river with her in an

open ferryboat. The denouncing of the assassins would have appeared, even to an idiot, the surest and sole

means of relieving himself from suspicion. We cannot suppose him, on the night of the fatal Sunday, both

innocent himself and incognizant of an outrage committed. Yet only under such circumstances is it possible

to imagine that he would have failed, if alive, in the denouncement of the assassins.

'And what means are ours of attaining the truth? We shall find these means multiplying and gathering

distinctness as we proceed. Let us sift to the bottom this affair of the first elopement. Let us know

the full history of "the officer", with his present circumstances, and his whereabouts at the precise period of

the murder. Let us carefully compare with each other the various communications sent to the evening paper,

in which the object was to inculpate . This done, let us compare these communications, both as

regards style and MS, with those sent to the morning paper, at a previous period, and insisting so vehemently

upon the guilt of Mennais. And, all this done, let us again compare these various communications with the

known MSS of the officer. Let us endeavour to ascertain, by repeated questionings of Madame Deluc and her

boys, as well as of the omnibusdriver, Valence, something more of the personal appearance and bearing of

the "man of dark complexion". Queries, skilfully directed, will not fail to elicit, from some of these parties,

information on this particular point (or upon others)information which the parties themselves may not even

be aware of possessing. And let us now trace picked up by the bargeman on the morning of

Monday the twentythird of June, and which was removed from the bargeoffice, without the cognizance of

the officer in attendance, and , at some period prior to the discovery of the corpse.

With a proper caution and perseverance we shall infallibly trace this boat; for not only can the bargeman who

picked it up identify it, but the . The rudder would not have been

abandoned without inquiry, by one altogether at ease in heart. And here let me pause to insinuate a question.

There was no of the picking up of this boat. It was silently taken to the bargeoffice, and as

silently removed. But its owner or employerhow he, at so early a period on Tuesday

morning, to be informed, without the agency of advertisement, of the locality of the boat taken up on

Monday, unless we imagine some connection with the some personal permanent connection

'In speaking of the lonely assassin dragging his burden to the shore, I have already suggested the probability

of his availing himself . Now we are to understand that Marie Roget precipitated from a

boat. This would naturally have been the case. The corpse could not have been trusted to the shallow waters

of the shore. The peculiar marks on the back and shoulders of the victim tell of the bottom ribs of a

boat. That the body was found without weight is also corroborative of the idea. If thrown from the shore a

weight would have been attached. We can only account for its absence by supposing the murderer to have

neglected the precaution of supplying himself with it before pushing off. In the act of consigning the corpse

to the water he would unquestionably have noticed his oversight; but then no remedy would have been at

hand. Any risk would have been preferred to a return to that accursed shore. Having rid himself of his ghastly

charge, the murderer would have hastened to the city. There, at some obscure wharf, he would have leaped on

land. But the boat, would he have secured it? He would have been in too great haste for such things as

securing a boat. Moreover, in fastening it to the wharf, he would have felt as if securing evidence against

himself. His natural thought would have been to cast from him, as far as possible, all that held connection

with his crime. He would not only have fled from the wharf, but he would have cast it adrift. Let us pursue

our fancies. In the morning, the wretch is stricken with unutterable horror at finding that the boat has been

picked up and detained at a locality which he is in the daily habit of frequentingat a locality, perhaps,

which his duty compels him to frequent. The next night, , he removes

it. Now is that rudderless boat? Let it be one of our first purposes to discover. With the first

glimpse we obtain of it, the dawn of our success shall begin. This boat shall guide us, with a rapidity which

will surprise even ourselves, to him who employed it in the midnight of the fatal Sabbath. Corroboration will

[For reasons which we shall not specify, but which to many readers will appear obvious, we have taken the

liberty of here omitting, from the MSS placed in our hands, such portion as details the of the

apparently slight clue obtained by Dupin. We feel it advisable only to state, in brief, that the result desired

was brought to pass; and that the Prefect fulfilled punctually, although with reluctance, the terms of his

compact with the Chevalier. Mr Poe's article concludes with the following words. .<1>

It will be understood that I speak of coincidences and . What I have said above upon this topic

must suffice. In my own heart there dwells no faith in praeternature. That Nature and its God are two, no

man who thinks will deny. That the latter, creating the former, can, at will, control or modify it, is also

unquestionable. I say 'at will'; for the question is of will, and not, as the insanity of logic has assumed, of

power. It is not that the Deity modify his laws, but that we insult him in imagining a possible

necessity for modification. In their origin these laws were fashioned to embrace contingencies which

I repeat, then, that I speak of these things only as of coincidences. And further: in what I relate it will be seen

that between the fate of the unhappy Mary Cecilia Rogers, so far as that fate is known, and the fate of one

Marie Roget up to a certain epoch in her history, there has existed a parallel in the contemplation of whose

wonderful exactitude the reason becomes embarrassed. I say all this will be seen. But let it not for a moment

be supposed that, in proceeding with the sad narrative of Marie from the epoch just mentioned, and in tracing

to its the mystery which enshrouded her, it is my covert design to hint at an extension of the

parallel, or even to suggest that the measures adopted in Paris for the discovery of the assassin of a <i

grisette>, or measures founded in any similar ratiocination, would produce any similar result.

For, in respect to the latter branch of the supposition, it should be considered that the most trifling variation in

the facts of the two cases might give rise to the most important miscalculations, by diverting thoroughly the

two courses of events; very much as, in arithmetic, an error which, in its own individuality, may be

inappreciable, produces at length, by dint of multiplication at all points of the process, a result enormously at

variance with truth. And, in regard to the former branch, we must not fail to hold in view that the very

Calculus of Probabilities to which I have referred, forbids all idea of the extension of the parallel, forbids it

with a positiveness strong and decided just in proportion as this parallel has been already longdrawn and

exact. This is one of those anomalous propositions which, seemingly, appealing to thought altogether apart

from the mathematical, is yet one which only the mathematician can fully entertain. Nothing, for example, is

more difficult than to convince the merely general reader that the fact of sixes having been thrown twice in

succession by a player at dice, is sufficient cause for betting the largest odds that sixes will not be thrown in

the third attempt. A suggestion to this effect is usually rejected by the intellect at once. It does not appear that

the two throws which have been completed, and which lie now absolutely in the Past, can have influence

upon the throw which exists only in the Future. The chance for throwing sixes seems to be precisely as it was

at any ordinary timethat is to say, subject only to the influence of the various other throws which may be

made by the dice. And this is a reflection which appears so exceedingly obvious that attempts to controvert it

are received more frequently with a derisive smile than with anything like respectful attention. The error here

involveda gross error redolent of mischiefI cannot pretend to expose within the limits assigned me at

present; and with the philosophical it needs no exposure. It may be sufficient here to say that it forms one of

an infinite series of mistakes which arise in the path of Reason through her propensity for seeking truth <i in

At Paris, just after dark one gusty evening in the autumn of 18, I was enjoying the twofold luxury of

meditation and a meerschaum, in company with my friend, C. Auguste Dupin, in his little back library, or

bookcloset, au troisi�me, No. 33 Rue Dun"t, Faubourg St. Germain. For one hour at least we had

maintained a profound silence; while each, to any casual observer, might have seemed intently and

exclusively occupied with the curling eddies of smoke that oppressed the atmosphere of the chamber. For

myself, however, I was mentally discussing certain topics which had formed matter for conversation between

us at an earlier period of the evening; I mean the affair of the Rue Morgue, and the mystery attending the

murder of Marie Rog�t. I looked upon it, therefore, as something of a coincidence, when the door of our

apartment was thrown open and admitted our old acquaintance, Monsieur G, the Prefect of the Parisian

We gave him a hearty welcome; for there was nearly half as much of the entertaining as of the contemptible

about the man, and we had not seen him for several years. We had been sitting in the dark, and Dupin now

arose for the purpose of lighting a lamp, but sat down again, without doing so, upon G.'s saying that he had

called to consult us, or rather to ask the opinion of my friend, about some official business which had

"If it is any point requiring reflection," observed Dupin, as he forbore to enkindle the wick, "we shall examine

"That is another one of your odd notions," said the Prefect, who had the fashion of calling everything "odd"

that was beyond his comprehension, and thus lived amid an absolute legion of "oddities."

"Very true," said Dupin, as he supplied his visitor with a pipe, and rolled toward him a comfortable chair.

"And what is the difficulty now?" I asked. "Nothing more in the assassination way I hope?"

"Oh, no; nothing of that nature. The fact is, the business is very simple indeed, and I make no doubt that we

can manage it sufficiently well ourselves; but then I thought Dupin would like to hear the details of it because

"Why, yes; and not exactly that either. The fact is, we have all been a good deal puzzled because the affair is

"Perhaps it is the very simplicity of the thing which puts you at fault," said my friend.

"Ha! ha! ha!ha! ha! ha!ho! ho! ho!" roared our visitor, profoundly amused, "oh, Dupin, you will be the

"Why, I will tell you," replied the Prefect, as he gave a long, steady, and contemplative puff, and settled

himself in his chair. "I will tell you in a few words; but, before I begin, let me caution you that this is an affair

demanding the greatest secrecy, and that I should most probably lose the position I now hold, were it known

"Well, then; I have received personal information, from a very high quarter, that a certain document of the

last importance has been purloined from the royal apartments. The individual who purloined it is known; that

beyond a doubt; he was seen to take it. It is known, also, that it still remains in his possession."

"It is clearly inferred," replied the Prefect, "from the nature of the document, and from the nonappearance of

certain results which would at once arise from its passing out of the robber's possessionthat is to say, from

"Well, I may venture so far as to say that the paper gives its holder a certain power in a certain quarter where

such power is immensely valuable." The Prefect was fond of the cant of diplomacy.

"No? Well; the disclosure of the document to a third person, who shall be nameless, would bring in question

the honor of a personage of most exalted station; and this fact gives the holder of the document an

ascendancy over the illustrious personage whose honor and peace are so jeopardized."

"But this ascendancy," I interposed, "would depend upon the robber's knowledge of the loser's knowledge of

"The thief," said G., "is the Minister D, who dares all things, those unbecoming as well as those

becoming a man. The method of the theft was not less ingenious than bold. The document in questiona

letter, to be frankhad been received by the personage robbed while alone in the royal boudoir. During its

perusal she was suddenly interrupted by the entrance of the other exalted personage from whom especially it

was her wish to conceal it. After a hurried and vain endeavor to thrust it in a drawer, she was forced to place

it, open it was, upon a table. The address, however, was uppermost, and, the contents thus unexposed, the

letter escaped notice. At this juncture enters the Minister D. His lynx eye immediately perceives the

paper, recognizes the handwriting of the address, observes the confusion of the personage addressed, and

fathoms her secret. After some business transactions, hurried through in his ordinary manner, he produces a

letter somewhat similar to the one in question, opens it, pretends to read it, and then places it in close

juxtaposition to the other. Again he converses, for some fifteen minutes, upon the public affairs. At length, in

taking leave, he takes also from the table the letter to which he has no claim. Its rightful owner saw, but, of

course, dared not call attention to the act, in the presence of the third person who stood at her elbow. The

"Here, then," said Dupin to me, "you have precisely what you demand to make the ascendancy

"Yes," replied the Prefect; "and the power thus attained has, for some months past, been wielded, for political

purposes, to a very dangerous extent. The personage robbed is more thoroughly convinced, every day, of the

necessity of reclaiming her letter. But this, of course, cannot be done openly. In fine, driven to despair, she

"Than whom," said Dupin, amid a perfect whirlwind of smoke, "no more sagacious agent could, I suppose, be

"You flatter me," replied the Prefect; "but it is possible that some such opinion may have been entertained."

"It is clear," said I, "as you observe, that the letter is still in the possession of the minister; since it is this

possession, and not any employment of the letter, which bestows the power. With the employment the power

"True," said G.; "and upon this conviction I proceeded. My first care was to make a thorough search of the

minister's hotel; and here my chief embarrassment lay in the necessity of searching without his knowledge.

Beyond all things, I have been warned of the danger which would result from giving him reason to suspect

"But," said I, "you are quite au fait in these investigations. The parisian police have done this thing often

"Oh, yes; and for this reason I did not despair. The habits of the minister gave me, too, a great advantage. He

is frequently absent from home all night. His servants are no means numerous. They sleep at a distance from

their master's apartment, and, being chiefly Neapolitans, are readily made drunk. I have keys, as you know,

with which I can open any chamber or cabinet in Paris. For three months a night has not passed, during the

greater part of which I have not been engaged, personally, in ransacking the D Hotel. My honor is

interested, and, to mention a great secret, the reward is enormous. So I did not abandon the search until I had

become fully satisfied that the thief is a more astute man than myself. I fancy that I have investigated every

nook and corner of the premises in which it is possible that the paper can be concealed."

"But is it not possible," I suggested, "that although the letter may be in possession of the minister, as it

unquestionably is, he may have concealed it elsewhere than upon his own premises?"

"This is barely possible," said Dupin. "The present peculiar condition of affairs at court, and especially of

those intrigues in which D is known to be involved, would render the instant availability of the

documentits susceptibility of being produced at a moments noticea point of nearly equal importance

"True," I observed; "the paper is clearly then upon the premises. As for its being upon the person of the

"Entirely," said the Prefect. "He has been twice waylaid, as if by footpads, and his person rigidly searched for

"You might have spared yourself this trouble," said Dupin. "D, I presume, is not altogether a fool, and,

"Not altogether a fool," said G., "but then he is a poet, which I take to be only one removed from a fool."

"True," said Dupin, after a long and thoughtful whiff from his meerschaum, "although I have been guilty of

"Why, the fact is, we took our time, and we searched everywhere. I have had long experience in these affairs.

I took the entire building, room by room; devoting the nights of a whole week to each. We examined, first the

furniture of each apartment. We opened every possible drawer; and I presume you know that, to a properly

trained policeagent, such a thing as a 'secret' drawer is impossible. Any man is a dolt who permits a 'secret'

drawer to escape him in a search of this kind. The thing is so plain. There is a certain amount of bulkof

spaceto be accounted for in every cabinet. Then we have accurate rules. The fiftieth part of a line could not

escape us. After the cabinets we took the chairs. The cushions we probed with the fine ling needles you have

"Sometimes the top of a table, or other similarly arranged piece of furniture, is removed by the person

wishing to conceal an article; then the leg is excavated, the article deposited within the cavity, and the top

"By no means, if, when the article is deposited, a sufficient wadding of cotton be placed around it. Besides, in

"But you could not have removedyou could not have taken to pieces all articles of furniture in which it

would have been possible to make a deposit in the manner you mention. A letter may be compressed into a

thin spiral roll, not differing much in shape or bulk from a large knittingneedle, and in this form it might be

inserted into the rung of a chair, for example. You did not take to pieces all the chairs?"

"Certainly not; but we did betterwe examined the rungs of every chair in the hotel, and, indeed, the

jointings of every description of furniture, by the aid of a most powerful microscope. Had there been any

traces of recent disturbance we should not have failed to detect it instantly. A single grain of gimletdust, for

example, would have been as obvious as an apple. Any disorder in the gluingany unusual gap in the

"I presume you looked to the mirrors, between the boards and the plates, and you probed the beds and the

"That of course; and when we had absolutely completed every particle of the furniture in this way, then we

examined the house itself. We divided its entire surface into compartments, which we numbered, so that none

might be missed; then we scrutinized each individual square inch throughout the premises, including the two

"The two houses adjoining!" I exclaimed; "you must have had a great deal of trouble."

"All the grounds are paved with brick. They give us comparatively little trouble. We examined the moss

"Certainly; we opened every package and parcel; we not only opened every book, but we turned over every

leaf in each volume, not contenting ourselves with a mere shake, according to the fashion of some of our

police officers. We also measured the thickness of every bookcover, with the most accurate admeasurement,

and applied to each the most jealous scrutiny of the microscope. Had any of the bindings been recently

meddled with, it would have been utterly impossible that the fact should have escaped observation. Some five

or six volumes, just from the hands of the binder, we carefully probed, longitudinally, with the needles."

"Beyond doubt. We removed every carpet, and examined the boards with the microscope."

"Then," I said, "you have been making a miscalculation, and the letter is not upon the premises, as you

"I fear you are right there," said the Prefect. "And now, Dupin, what would you advise me to do?"

"That is absolutely needless," replied G. "I am not more sure that I breathe than I am that the letter is

"I have no better advice to give you," said Dupin. "You have, of course, an accurate description of the letter?"

"Oh, yes!"And here the Prefect, producing a memorandumbook, proceeded to read aloud a minute

account of the internal, and especially of the external, appearance of the missing document. Soon after

finishing the perusal of this description, he took his departure, more entirely depressed in spirits than I have

In about a month afterward he paid another visit, and found us occupied very nearly as before. He took a pipe

"Well, but G., what of the purloined letter? I presume you have at last made up your mind that there is no

"Confound him, say Iyes; I made the reexamination, however, as Dupin suggestedbut it was all labor

"Why, a very great deala very liberal rewardI don't like to say how much precisely; but one thing I will

say, that I wouldn't mind giving my individual check for fifty thousand francs to any one who could obtain

me that letter. The fact is, it is becoming of more and more importance every day; and the reward has been

lately doubled. If it were trebled, however, I could do no more than I have done."

"Why, yes," said Dupin, drawlingly, between the whiffs of his meerschaum, "I reallythink, G., you have

not exerted yourselfto the utmost in the matter. You mightdo a little more, I think, eh?"

"Whypuff, puffyou mightpuff, puffemploy counsel in the matter, eh?puff, puff, puff. Do you

"To be sure! hang him and welcome. But, once upon a time, a certain rich miser conceived the design of

spunging upon this Abernethy for a medical opinion. Getting up, for this purpose, an ordinary conversation in

a private company, he insinuated his case to the physician, as that of an imaginary individual.

"'We will suppose,' said the miser, 'that his symptoms are such and such; now, doctor, what would you have

"But," said the Prefect, a little discomposed, "I am perfectly willing to take advice, and to pay for it. I would

"In that case," replied Dupin, opening a drawer, and producing a checkbook, "you may as well fill me up a

check for the amount mentioned. When you have signed it, I will hand you the letter."

I was astonished. The Prefect appeared absolutely thunderstricken. For some minutes he remained

speechless and motionless, looking incredulously at my friend with open mouth, and eyes that seemed

startling from their sockets; then apparently recovering himself in some measure, he seized a pen, and after

several pauses and vacant stares, finally filled up and signed a check for fifty thousand francs, and handed it

across the table to Dupin. The latter examined it carefully and deposited it in his pocketbook; then,

unlocking an escritoire, took thence a letter and gave it to the Prefect. This functionary grasped it in a perfect

agony of joy, opened it with a trembling hand, cast a rapid glance at its contents, and then, scrambling and

struggling to the door, rushed at length unceremoniously from the room and from the house, without having

"The Parisian police," he said, "are exceedingly able in their way. They are persevering, ingenious, cunning,

and thoroughly versed in the knowledge which their duties seem chiefly to demand. Thus, when G

detailed to us his mode of searching the premises at the Hotel D, I felt entire confidence in his having

"Yes," said Dupin. "The measures adopted were not only the best of their kind, but carried out to absolute

perfection. Had the letter been deposited within the range of their search, these fellows would, beyond a

"The measures, then," he continued, "were good in their kind, and well executed; their defect lay in their

being inapplicable to the case and to the man. A certain set of highly ingenious resources are, with the

Prefect, a sort of Procrustean bed, to which he forcibly adapts his designs. But he perpetually errs by being

too deep or too shallow for the matter in hand; and many a schoolboy is a better reasoner than he. I knew

one about eight years of age, whose success at guessing in the game of 'even and odd' attracted universal

admiration. This game is simple, and is played with marbles. One player holds in his hand a number of these

toys, and demands of another whether that number is even or odd. If the guess is right, the guesser wins one;

if wrong, he loses one. The boy to whom I allude won all the marbles of the school. Of course he had some

principle of guessing; and this lay in mere observation and admeasurement of the astuteness of his opponents.

For example, an arrant simpleton is his opponent, and, holding up his closed hand, asks, 'Are they even or

odd?' Our schoolboy replies, 'Odd,' and loses; but upon the second trial he wins, for he then says to himself:

'The simpleton had them even upon the first trial, and his amount of cunning is just sufficient to make him

have them odd upon the second; I will therefore guess odd';he guesses odd and wins. Now, with a

simpleton a degree above the first, he would have reasoned thus: 'This fellow finds that in the first instance I

guessed odd, and, in the second, he will propose to himself, upon the first impulse, a simple variation from

even to odd, as did the first simpleton; but then a second thought will suggest that this is too simple a

variation, and finally he will decide upon putting it even as before. I will therefore guess even';he guesses

even, and wins. Now this mode of reasoning in the schoolboy, whom his fellows termed 'lucky,'what, in

"It is merely," I said, "an identification of the reasoner's intellect with that of his opponent."

"It is," said Dupin; "and, upon inquiring of the boy by what means he effected the thorough identification in

which his success consisted, I received answer as follows: 'When I wish to find out how wise, or how stupid,

or how good, or how wicked is any one, or what are his thoughts at the moment, I fashion the expression of

my face, as accurately as possible, in accordance with the expression of his, and then wait to see what

thoughts or sentiments arise in my mind or heart, as if to match or correspond with the expression.' This

response of the schoolboy lies at the bottom of all the spurious profundity which has been attributed to

"And the identification," I said, "of the reasoner's intellect with that of his opponent, depends, if I understand

you aright, upon the accuracy with which the opponent's intellect is admeasured."

"For its practical value it depends upon this," replied Dupin; "and the Prefect and his cohort fail so frequently,

first, by default of this identification, and, secondly, by illadmeasurement, or rather through

nonadmeasurement, of the intellect with which they are engaged. They consider only their own ideas of

ingenuity; and, in searching for any thing hidden, advert only to the modes in which they would have hidden

it. They are right in this muchthat their own ingenuity is a faithful representative of that of the mass; but

when the cunning of the individual felon is diverse in character from their own, the felon foils them, of

course. This always happens when it is above their own, and very usually when it is below. They have no

variation of principle in their investigations; at best, when urged by some unusual emergencyby some

extraordinary rewardthey extend or exaggerate their old modes of practice, without touching their

principles. What, for example, in this case of D, has been done to vary the principle of action? What is

all this boring, and probing, and sounding, and scrutinizing with the microscope, and dividing the surface of

the building into registered square incheswhat is it all but an exaggeration of the application of the one

principle or set of principles of search, which are based upon the one set of notions regarding human

ingenuity, to which the Prefect, in the long routine of his duty, has been accustomed? Do you not see he has

taken it for granted that all men proceed to conceal a letter, not exactly in a gimlethole bored in a chairleg,

but, at least, in some outoftheway hole or corner suggested by the same tenor of thought which would

urge a man to secrete a letter in a gimlethole bored in a chairleg? And do you not see also, that such

recherch�s nooks for concealment ar adapted only for ordinary occasions, and would be adopted by ordinary

intellects; for, in all cases of concealment, a disposal of the article concealeda disposal in this recherch�

manner,is, in the very first instance, presumable and presumed; and thus its discovery depends, not at all

upon the acumen, but altogether upon the mere care, patience, and determination of the seekers; and where

the case is of importanceor, what amounts to the same thing in the political eyes, when the reward is of

magnitude,the qualities in question have never been known to fail. You will now understand what I mean

in suggesting that, had the purloined letter been hidden anywhere within the limits of the Prefect's

examinationin other words, had the principle of its concealment been comprehended within the principles

of the Prefectits discovery would have been a matter altogether beyond question. This functionary,

however, has been thoroughly mystified; and the remote source of his defeat lies in the supposition that the

Minister is a fool, because he has acquired renown as a poet. All fools are poets; this the Prefect feels; and he

is merely guilty of a non distributio medii in thence inferring that all poets are fools."

"But is this really the poet?" I asked. "There are two brothers, I know; and both have attained reputation in

letters. The minister I believe has written learnedly on the Differential Calculus. He is a mathematician, and

"You are mistaken; I know him well; he is both. As a poet and as a mathematician, he would reason well; as a

mere mathematician, he could not have reasoned at all, and thus would have been at the mercy of the

"You surprise me," I said, "by these opinions, which have been contradicted by the voice of the world. You

do not mean to set at naught the welldigested ideas of centuries. The mathematical reason has long been

"'Il y a ... parier,'" replied Dupin, quoting from Chamfort, "'que toute id�e publique, toute convention re�ue,

est une sottise, cor elle a convenue au plus grand nombre.' The mathematicians, I grant you, have done their

best to promulgate the popular error to which you allude, and which is none the less an error for its

promulgation as truth. With an art worthy a better cause, for example, they have insinuated the term 'analysis'

into application to algebra. The French are the originators of this particular deception; but if a term is of any

importanceif words derive any value from applicabilitythen 'analysis' conveys 'algebra' about as much

as, in Latin, 'ambitus' implies 'ambition,' 'religio' 'religion,' or 'homines honesti' a set of honorable men."

"You have a quarrel on hand, I see," said I, "with some of the algebraists of Paris; but proceed."

"I dispute the availability, and thus the value, of that reason which is cultivated in any especial form other

than the abstractly logical. I dispute, in particular, the reason educed by mathematical study. The mathematics

are the science of form and quantity; mathematical reasoning is merely logic applied to observation upon

form and quantity. The great error lies in supposing that even the truths of what is called pure algebra are

abstract or general truths. And this error is so egregious that I am confounded at the universality with which it

has been received. Mathematical axioms are not axioms of general truth. What is true of relationof form

and quantityis often grossly false in regard to morals, for example. In this latter science it is very usually

untrue that the aggregated parts are equal to the whole. In chemistry also the axiom fails. In the consideration

of motive it fails; for two motives, each of a given value, have not, necessarily, a value when united, equal to

the sum of their values apart. There are numerous other mathematical truths which are only truths within the

limits of relation. But the mathematician argues from his finite truths, through habit, as if they were of an

absolutely general applicabilityas the world indeed imagines them to be. Bryant, in his very learned

'Mythology,' mentions an analogous source of error, when he says that 'although the pagan fables are not

believed, yet we forget ourselves continually, and make inferences from them as existing realities.' With the

algebraists, however, who are pagans themselves, the 'pagan fables' are believed, and the inferences are made,

not so much through lapse of memory as through an unaccountable addling of the brains. In short, I never yet

encountered the mere mathematician who would be trusted out of equal roots, or one who did not

clandestinely hold it as a point of his faith that x2 + px was absolutely and unconditionally equal to q. Say to

one of these gentlemen, by way of experiment, if you please, that you believe occasions may occur when x2

+ px is not altogether equal to q, and, having made him understand what you mean, get out of his reach as

"I mean to say," continued Dupin, while I merely laughed at his last observations, "that if the Minister had

been no more than a mathematician, the Prefect would have been under no necessity of giving me this check.

I knew him, however, as both mathematician and poet, and my measures were adapted to his capacity, with

reference to the circumstances by which he was surrounded. I knew him as a courtier, too, and as a bold

intriguant. Such a man, I considered, could not fail to be aware of the ordinary political modes of action. He

could not fail to be anticipateand events have proved he did not fail to anticipatethe waylayings to

which he was subjected. He must have foreseen, I reflected, the secret investigations of his premises. His

frequent absences from home at night, which were hailed by the Prefect as certain aids to his success, I

regarded only as ruses, to afford opportunity for thorough search to the police, and thus sooner to impress

them with the conviction to which G, in fact, did finally arrivethe conviction that the letter was not

upon the premises. I felt, also, that the whole train of thought, which I was at some pains in detailing to you

just now, concerning the invariable principle of political action in searches for articles concealedI felt that

this whole train of thought would necessarily pass through the mind of the minister. It would imperatively

lead him to despise all the ordinary nooks of concealment. He could not, I reflected, be so weak as not to see

that the most intricate and remote recess of his hotel would be as open as his commonest closets to the eyes,

to the probes, to the gimlets, and to the microscopes of the Prefect. I saw, in fine, that he would be driven, as

a matter of course, to simplicity, if not deliberately induced to it as a matter of choice. You will remember,

perhaps, how desperately the Prefect laughed when I suggested, upon our first interview, that it was just

possible this mystery troubled him so much on account of its being so very selfevident."

"Yes," said I, "I remember his merriment well. I really thought he would have fallen into convulsions."

"The material world," continued Dupin, "abounds with very strict analogies to the immaterial; and thus some

color of truth has been given to the rhetorical dogma, that metaphor, or simile, may be made to strengthen an

argument as well as to embellish a description. The principle of the vis inertiae, for example, seems to be

identical in physics and metaphysics. It is not more true in the former, than a large body is with more

difficulty set in motion than a smaller one, and that its subsequent momentum is commensurate with this

difficulty, than it is, in the latter, that intellects of the vaster capacity, while more forcible, more constant, and

more eventful in their movements than those of inferior grade, are yet the less readily moved, and more

embarrassed, and full of hesitation in the first few steps of their progress. Again: have you ever noticed which

of the street signs, over the shop doors, are the most attractive of attention?"

"There is a game of puzzles," he resumed, "which is played upon a map. One party playing requires another

to find a given wordthe name of town, river, state, or empireany word, in short, upon the motley and

perplexed surface of the chart. A novice in the game generally seeks to embarrass his opponents by giving

them the most minutely lettered names; but the adept selects such words as stretch, in large characters, from

one end of the chart to the other. These, like the overlargely lettered signs and placards of the street, escape

observation by dint of being excessively obvious; and here the physical oversight is precisely analogous with

the moral inapprehension by which the intellect suffers to pass unnoticed those considerations which are too

obtrusively and too palpably selfevident. But this is a point, it appears, somewhat above or beneath the

understanding of the Prefect. He never once thought it probable, or possible, that the minister had deposited

the letter immediately beneath the nose of the whole world, by way of best preventing any portion of that

"But the more I reflected upon the daring, dashing, and discriminating ingenuity of D; upon the fact that

the document must always have been at hand, if he intended to use it to good purpose; and upon the decisive

evidence, obtained by the Prefect, that it was not hidden within the limits of that dignitary's ordinary

searchthe more satisfied I became that, to conceal this letter, the minister had resorted to the

"Full of these ideas, I prepared myself with a pair of green spectacles, and called one fine morning, quite by

accident, at the Ministerial hotel. I found D at home, yawning, lounging, and dawdling, as usual, and

pretending to be in the last extremity of ennui. He is, perhaps, the most really energetic human being now

"To be even with him, I complained of my weak eyes, and lamented the necessity of the spectacles, under

cover of which I cautiously and thoroughly surveyed the whole apartment, while seemingly intent only upon

"I paid especial attention to a large writingtable near where he sat, and upon which lay confusedly, some

miscellaneous letters and other papers, with one or two musical instruments and a few books. Here, however,

after a long and very deliberate scrutiny, I saw nothing to excite particular suspicion.

"At length my eyes, in going the circuit of the room, fell upon a trumpery filigree cardrack of pasteboard,

that hung dangling by a dirty blue ribbon, from a little brass knob just beneath the middle of the mantelpiece.

In this rack, which had three or four compartments, were five or six visiting cards and a solitary letter. The

last was much soiled and crumpled. It was torn nearly in two, across the middleas if a design, in the first

instance, to tear it entirely up as worthless, had been altered, or stayed, in the second. It had a large black seal,

bearing the D cipher very conspicuously, and was addressed, in a diminutive female hand, to D,

the minister, himself. It was thrust carelessly, and even, as it seemed, contemptuously, into one of the

"No sooner had I glanced at this letter than I concluded it to be that of which I was in search. To be sure, it

was, to all appearance, radically different from the one of which the Prefect had read to us so minute a

description. Here the seal was large and black, with the D cipher; there it was small and read, with the

ducal arms of the S family. Here, the address, to the minister, was diminutive and feminine; there the

superscription, to a certain royal personage, was markedly bold and decided; the size alone formed a point of

correspondence. But, then, the radicalness of these differences, which was excessive; the dirt; the soiled and

torn condition of the paper, so inconsistent with the true methodical habits of D, and so suggestive of a

design to delude the beholder into an idea of the worthlessness of the document;these things, together with

the hyperobtrusive situation of this document, full in the view of every visitor, and thus exactly in accordance

with the conclusions to which I had previously arrived; these things, I say, were strongly corroborative of

"I protracted my visit as long as possible, and, while I maintained a most animated discussion with the

minister, upon a topic which I knew well had never failed to interest and excite him, I kept my attention

really riveted upon the letter. In examination, I committed to memory its external appearance and

arrangement in the rack; and also fell, at length, upon a discovery which set at rest whatever trivial doubt I

might have entertained. In scrutinizing the edges of the paper, I observed them to be more chafed than

seemed necessary. They presented the broken appearance which is manifested when a stiff paper, having

been once folded and pressed with a folder, is refolded in a reversed direction, in the same creases or edges

which had formed the original fold. This discovery was sufficient. It was clear to me that the letter had been

turned, as a glove, inside out, redirected and resealed. I bade the minister goodmorning, and took my

"The next morning I called for the snuffbox, when we resumed, quite eagerly, the conversation of the

preceding day. While thus engaged, however, a large report, as if of a pistol, was heard immediately beneath

the windows of the hotel, and was succeeded by a series of fearful screams, and the shoutings of a terrified

mod. D rushed to a casement, threw it open, and looked out. In the meantime I stepped to the cardrack,

took the letter, put it in my pocket, and replaced it by a facsimile, (so far as regards externals) which I had

carefully prepared at my lodgingsimitating the D cipher, very readily, by means of a seal formed of

"The disturbance in the street had been occasioned by the frantic behavior of a man with a musket. He had

fired it among a crowd of women and children. It proved, however, to have been without ball, and the fellow

was suffered to go his way as a lunatic or a drunkard. When he had gone, D came from the window,

whither I had followed him immediately upon securing the object in view. Soon afterward I bade him

"But what purpose had you," I asked, "in replacing the letter by a facsimile? Would it not have been better,

"D," replied Dupin, "is a desperate man, and a man of nerve. His hotel, too, is not without attendants

devoted to his interests. Had I made the wild attempt you suggest, I might never have left the Ministerial

presence alive. The good people of Paris might have heard of me no more. But I had an object apart from

these considerations. You know my political prepossessions. In this matter, I act as a partisan of the lady

concerned. For eighteen months the Minister has had her in his power. She has now him in herssince,

being unaware that the letter is not in his possession, he will proceed with his exactions as if it was. Thus will

he inevitably commit himself, at once, to his political destruction. His downfall, too, will not be more

precipitate than awkward. It is all very well to talk about the facilis descensus Averni; but in all kinds of

climbing, as Catalani said of singing, it is far more easy to get up than to come down. In the present instance I

have no sympathyat least no pityfor him who descends. He is that monstrum horrendum, an

unprincipled man of genius. I confess, however, that I should like very well to know the precise character of

his thoughts, when, being defied by her whom the Prefect terms 'a certain personage,' he is reduced to

"Whyit did not seem altogether right to leave the interior blankthat would have been insulting. D,

at Vienna once, did me an evil turn, which I told him, quite goodhumoredly, that I should remember. So, as

I knew he would feel some curiosity in regard to the identity of the person who had outwitted him, I thought

it a pity not to give him a clew. He is well acquainted with my MS., and I just copied into the middle of the

I WAS sick, sick unto death, with that long agony, and when they at length unbound me, and I was permitted

to sit, I felt that my senses were leaving me. The sentence, the dread sentence of death, was the last of distinct

accentuation which reached my ears. After that, the sound of the inquisitorial voices seemed merged in one

dreamy indeterminate hum. It conveyed to my soul the idea of REVOLUTION, perhaps from its association

in fancy with the burr of a millwheel. This only for a brief period, for presently I heard no more. Yet, for a

while, I saw, but with how terrible an exaggeration ! I saw the lips of the blackrobed judges. They appeared

to me white whiter than the sheet upon which I trace these words and thin even to grotesqueness; thin

with the intensity of their expression of firmness, of immovable resolution, of stern contempt of human

torture. I saw that the decrees of what to me was fate were still issuing from those lips. I saw them writhe

with a deadly locution. I saw them fashion the syllables of my name, and I shuddered, because no sound

succeeded. I saw, too, for a few moments of delirious horror, the soft and nearly imperceptible waving of the

sable draperies which enwrapped the walls of the apartment; and then my vision fell upon the seven tall

candles upon the table. At first they wore the aspect of charity, and seemed white slender angels who would

save me: but then all at once there came a most deadly nausea over my spirit, and I felt every fibre in my

frame thrill, as if I had touched the wire of a galvanic battery, while the angel forms became meaningless

spectres, with heads of flame, and I saw that from them there would be no help. And then there stole into my

fancy, like a rich musical note, the thought of what sweet rest there must be in the grave. The thought came

gently and stealthily, and it seemed long before it attained full appreciation; but just as my spirit came at

length properly to feel and entertain it, the figures of the judges vanished, as if magically, from before me; the

tall candles sank into nothingness; their flames went out utterly; the blackness of darkness superened ; all

sensations appeared swallowed up in a mad rushing descent as of the soul into Hades. Then silence, and

I had swooned; but still will not say that all of consciousness was lost. What of it there remained I will not

attempt to define, or even to describe; yet all was not lost. In the deepest slumber no! In delirium no!

In a swoon no! In death no! Even in the grave all was not lost. Else there is no immortality for man.

Arousing from the most profound of slumbers, we break the gossamer web of some dream. Yet in a second

afterwards (so frail may that web have been) we remember not that we have dreamed. In the return to life

from the swoon there are two stages; first, that of the sense of mental or spiritual; secondly, that of the sense

of physical existence. It seems probable that if, upon reaching the second stage, we could recall the

impressions of the first, we should find these impressions eloquent in memories of the gulf beyond. And that

gulf is, what? How at least shall we distinguish its shadows from those of the tomb? But if the impressions of

what I have termed the first stage are not at will recalled, yet, after long interval, do they not come unbidden,

while we marvel whence they come? He who has never swooned is not he who finds strange palaces and

wildly familiar faces in coals that glow; is not he who beholds floating in midair the sad visions that the

many may not view; is not he who ponders over the perfume of some novel flower; is not he whose brain

grows bewildered with the meaning of some musical cadence which has never before arrested his attention.

Amid frequent and thoughtful endeavours to remember , amid earnest struggles to regather some token of the

state of seeming nothingness into which my soul had lapsed, there have been moments when I have dreamed

of success; there have been brief, very brief periods when I have conjured up remembrances which the lucid

reason of a later epoch assures me could have had reference only to that condition of seeming

unconsciousness. These shadows of memory tell indistinctly of tall figures that lifted and bore me in silence

down down still down till a hideous dizziness oppressed me at the mere idea of the

interminableness of the descent. They tell also of a vague horror at my heart on account of that heart's

unnatural stillness. Then comes a sense of sudden motionlessness throughout all things; as if those who bore

me (a ghastly train!) had outrun, in their descent, the limits of the limitless, and paused from the

wearisomeness of their toil. After this I call to mind flatness and dampness; and then all is MADNESS the

Very suddenly there came back to my soul motion and sound the tumultuous motion of the heart, and in

my ears the sound of its beating. Then a pause in which all is blank. Then again sound, and motion, and

touch, a tingling sensation pervading my frame. Then the mere consciousness of existence, without thought, a

condition which lasted long. Then, very suddenly, THOUGHT, and shuddering terror, and earnest endeavour

to comprehend my true state. Then a strong desire to lapse into insensibility. Then a rushing revival of soul

and a successful effort to move. And now a full memory of the trial, of the judges, of the sable draperies, of

the sentence, of the sickness, of the swoon. Then entire forgetfulness of all that followed; of all that a later

So far I had not opened my eyes. I felt that I lay upon my back unbound. I reached out my hand, and it fell

heavily upon something damp and hard. There I suffered it to remain for many minutes, while I strove to

imagine where and what I could be. I longed, yet dared not, to employ my vision. I dreaded the first glance at

objects around me. It was not that I feared to look upon things horrible, but that I grew aghast lest there

should be NOTHING to see. At length, with a wild desperation at heart, I quickly unclosed my eyes. My

worst thoughts, then, were confirmed. The blackness of eternal night encompassed me. I struggled for breath.

The intensity of the darkness seemed to oppress and stifle me. The atmosphere was intolerably close. I still

lay quietly, and made effort to exercise my reason. I brought to mind the inquisitorial proceedings, and

attempted from that point to deduce my real condition. The sentence had passed, and it appeared to me that a

very long interval of time had since elapsed. Yet not for a moment did I suppose myself actually dead. Such a

supposition, notwithstanding what we read in fiction , is altogether inconsistent with real existence; but

where and in what state was I? The condemned to death, I knew, perished usually at the autodafes, and one

of these had been held on the very night of the day of my trial. Had I been remanded to my dungeon, to await

the next sacrifice, which would not take place for many months? This I at once saw could not be. Victims had

been in immediate demand. Moreover my dungeon, as well as all the condemned cells at Toledo, had stone

A fearful idea now suddenly drove the blood in torrents upon my heart, and for a brief period I once more

relapsed into insensibility. Upon recovering, I at once started to my feet, trembling convulsively in every

fibre. I thrust my arms wildly above and around me in all directions. I felt nothing; yet dreaded to move a

step, lest I should be impeded by the walls of a TOMB. Perspiration burst from every pore, and stood in cold

big beads upon my forehead. The agony of suspense grew at length intolerable, and I cautiously moved

forward, with my arms extended , and my eyes straining from their sockets, in the hope of catching some

faint ray of light. I proceeded for many paces, but still all was blackness and vacancy. I breathed more freely.

And now, as I still continued to step cautiously onward, there came thronging upon my recollection a

thousand vague rumours of the horrors of Toledo. Of the dungeons there had been strange things narrated

fables I had always deemed them but yet strange, and too ghastly to repeat, save in a whisper. Was I left

to perish of starvation in this subterranean world of darkness; or what fate perhaps even more fearful awaited

me? That the result would be death, and a death of more than customary bitterness, I knew too well the

character of my judges to doubt. The mode and the hour were all that occupied or distracted me.

My outstretched hands at length encountered some solid obstruction. It was a wall, seemingly of stone

masonry very smooth, slimy, and cold. I followed it up; stepping with all the careful distrust with which

certain antique narratives had inspired me. This process, however, afforded me no means of ascertaining the

dimensions of my dungeon; as I might make its circuit, and return to the point whence I set out, without being

aware of the fact, so perfectly uniform seemed the wall. I therefore sought the knife which had been in my

pocket when led into the inquisitorial chamber, but it was gone; my clothes had been exchanged for a

wrapper of coarse serge. I had thought of forcing the blade in some minute crevice of the masonry, so as to

identify my point of departure. The difficulty, nevertheless, was but trivial, although, in the disorder of my

fancy, it seemed at first insuperable. I tore a part of the hem from the robe, and placed the fragment at full

length, and at right angles to the wall. In groping my way around the prison, I could not fail to encounter this

rag upon completing the circuit. So, at least, I thought, but I had not counted upon the extent of the dungeon,

or upon my own weakness. The ground was moist and slippery. I staggered onward for some time, when I

stumbled and fell. My excessive fatigue induced me to remain prostrate, and sleep soon overtook me as I lay.

Upon awaking, and stretching forth an arm, I found beside me a loaf and a pitcher with water. I was too much

exhausted to reflect upon this circumstance, but ate and drank with avidity. Shortly afterwards I resumed my

tour around the prison, and with much toil came at last upon the fragment of the serge. Up to the period when

I fell I had counted fiftytwo paces, and upon resuming my walk I had counted fortyeight more, when I

arrived at the rag. There were in all, then, a hundred paces; and, admitting two paces to the yard, I presumed

the dungeon to be fifty yards in circuit. I had met, however, with many angles in the wall, and thus I could

form no guess at the shape of the vault, for vault I could not help supposing it to be.

I had little object certainly no hope in these researches, but a vague curiosity prompted me to continue

them. Quitting the wall, I resolved to cross the area of the enclosure. At first I proceeded with extreme

caution, for the floor although seemingly of solid material was treacherous with slime. At length, however, I

took courage and did not hesitate to step firmly endeavouring to cross in as direct a line as possible. I had

advanced some ten or twelve paces in this manner, when the remnant of the torn hem of my robe became

In the confusion attending my fall, I did not immediately apprehend a somewhat startling circumstance ,

which yet, in a few seconds afterward, and while I still lay prostrate, arrested my attention. It was this: my

chin rested upon the floor of the prison, but my lips, and the upper portion of my head, although seemingly at

a less elevation than the chin, touched nothing. At the same time, my forehead seemed bathed in a clammy

vapour, and the peculiar smell of decayed fungus arose to my nostrils. I put forward my arm, and shuddered

to find that I had fallen at the very brink of a circular pit, whose extent of course I had no means of

ascertaining at the moment. Groping about the masonry just below the margin, I succeeded in dislodging a

small fragment, and let it fall into the abyss. For many seconds I hearkened to its reverberations as it dashed

against the sides of the chasm in its descent ; at length there was a sullen plunge into water, succeeded by

loud echoes. At the same moment there came a sound resembling the quick opening, and as rapid closing of a

door overhead, while a faint gleam of light flashed suddenly through the gloom, and as suddenly faded away.

I saw clearly the doom which had been prepared for me, and congratulated myself upon the timely accident

by which I had escaped. Another step before my fall, and the world had seen me no more and the death just

avoided was of that very character which I had regarded as fabulous and frivolous in the tales respecting the

Inquisition. To the victims of its tyranny, there was the choice of death with its direst physical agonies, or

death with its most hideous moral horrors. I had been reserved for the latter. By long suffering my nerves had

been unstrung, until I trembled at the sound of my own voice, and had become in every respect a fitting

Shaking in every limb, I groped my way back to the wall resolving there to perish rather than risk the

terrors of the wells, of which my imagination now pictured many in various positions about the dungeon. In

other conditions of mind I might have had courage to end my misery at once by a plunge into one of these

abysses; but now I was the veriest of cowards. Neither could I forget what I had read of these pits that the

Agitation of spirit kept me awake for many long hours; but at length I again slumbered. Upon arousing, I

found by my side, as before, a loaf and a pitcher of water. A burning thirst consumed me, and I emptied the

vessel at a draught. It must have been drugged, for scarcely had I drunk before I became irresistibly drowsy.

A deep sleep fell upon me a sleep like that of death. How long it lasted of course I know not; but when

once again I unclosed my eyes the objects around me were visible. By a wild sulphurous lustre, the origin of

which I could not at first determine, I was enabled to see the extent and aspect of the prison.

In its size I had been greatly mistaken. The whole circuit of its walls did not exceed twentyfive yards. For

some minutes this fact occasioned me a world of vain trouble; vain indeed for what could be of less

importance, under the terrible circumstances which environed me than the mere dimensions of my dungeon?

But my soul took a wild interest in trifles, and I busied myself in endeavours to account for the error I had

committed in my measurement. The truth at length flashed upon me. In my first attempt at exploration I had

counted fiftytwo paces up to the period when I fell; I must then have been within a pace or two of the

fragment of serge; in fact I had nearly performed the circuit of the vault. I then slept, and upon awaking, I

must have returned upon my steps, thus supposing the circuit nearly double what it actually was. My

confusion of mind prevented me from observing that I began my tour with the wall to the left, and ended it

I had been deceived too in respect to the shape of the enclosure. In feeling my way I had found many angles,

and thus deduced an idea of great irregularity, so potent is the effect of total darkness upon one arousing from

lethargy or sleep! The angles were simply those of a few slight depressions or niches at odd intervals. The

general shape of the prison was square. What I had taken for masonry seemed now to be iron, or some other

metal in huge plates, whose sutures or joints occasioned the depression. The entire surface of this metallic

enclosure was rudely daubed in all the hideous and repulsive devices to which the charnel superstition of the

monks has given rise. The figures of fiends in aspects of menace, with skeleton forms and other more really

fearful images, overspread and disfigured the walls. I observed that the outlines of these monstrosities were

sufficiently distinct, but that the colours seemed faded and blurred, as if from the effects of a damp

atmosphere. I now noticed the floor, too, which was of stone. In the centre yawned the circular pit from

All this I saw indistinctly and by much effort, for my personal condition had been greatly changed during

slumber. I now lay upon my back, and at full length, on a species of low framework of wood. To this I was

securely bound by a long strap resembling a surcingle. It passed in many convolutions about my limbs and

body, leaving at liberty only my head, and my left arm to such extent that I could by dint of much exertion

supply myself with food from an earthen dish which lay by my side on the floor. I saw to my horror that the

pitcher had been removed . I say to my horror, for I was consumed with intolerable thirst. This thirst it

appeared to be the design of my persecutors to stimulate, for the food in the dish was meat pungently

Looking upward, I surveyed the ceiling of my prison. It was some thirty or forty feet overhead, and

constructed much as the side walls. In one of its panels a very singular figure riveted my whole attention . It

was the painted figure of Time as he is commonly represented, save that in lieu of a scythe he held what at a

casual glance I supposed to be the pictured image of a huge pendulum, such as we see on antique clocks.

There was something, however, in the appearance of this machine which caused me to regard it more

attentively. While I gazed directly upward at it (for its position was immediately over my own), I fancied that

I saw it in motion. In an instant afterward the fancy was confirmed. Its sweep was brief, and of course slow. I

watched it for some minutes, somewhat in fear but more in wonder. Wearied at length with observing its dull

A slight noise attracted my notice, and looking to the floor, I saw several enormous rats traversing it. They

had issued from the well which lay just within view to my right. Even then while I gazed, they came up in

troops hurriedly, with ravenous eyes, allured by the scent of the meat. From this it required much effort and

It might have been halfanhour, perhaps even an hour (for I could take but imperfect note of time) before I

again cast my eyes upward. What I then saw confounded and amazed me. The sweep of the pendulum had

increased in extent by nearly a yard. As a natural consequence, its velocity was also much greater. But what

mainly disturbed me was the idea that it had perceptibly DESCENDED. I now observed, with what horror it

is needless to say, that its nether extremity was formed of a crescent of glittering steel, about a foot in length

from horn to horn; the horns upward, and the under edge evidently as keen as that of a razor. Like a razor also

it seemed massy and heavy, tapering from the edge into a solid and broad structure above. It was appended to

I could no longer doubt the doom prepared for me by monkish ingenuity in torture. My cognisance of the pit

had become known to the inquisitorial agents THE PIT, whose horrors had been destined for so bold a

recusant as myself, THE PIT, typical of hell, and regarded by rumour as the Ultima Thule of all their

punishments. The plunge into this pit I had avoided by the merest of accidents, and I knew that surprise or

entrapment into torment formed an important portion of all the grotesquerie of these dungeon deaths. Having

failed to fall, it was no part of the demon plan to hurl me into the abyss, and thus (there being no alternative)

a different and a milder destruction awaited me. Milder! I half smiled in my agony as I thought of such

What boots it to tell of the long, long hours of horror more than mortal, during which I counted the rushing

oscillations of the steel! Inch by inch line by line with a descent only appreciable at intervals that

seemed ages down and still down it came! Days passed it might have been that many days passed

ere it swept so closely over me as to fan me with its acrid breath. The odour of the sharp steel forced itself

into my nostrils. I prayed I wearied heaven with my prayer for its more speedy descent. I grew frantically

mad, and struggled to force myself upward against the sweep of the fearful scimitar. And then I fell suddenly

There was another interval of utter insensibility; it was brief, for upon again lapsing into life there had been

no perceptible descent in the pendulum. But it might have been long for I knew there were demons who

took note of my swoon, and who could have arrested the vibration at pleasure. Upon my recovery, too, I felt

very oh! inexpressibly sick and weak, as if through long inanition. Even amid the agonies of that

period the human nature craved food. With painful effort I outstretched my left arm as far as my bonds

permitted, and took possession of the small remnant which had been spared me by the rats. As I put a portion

of it within my lips there rushed to my mind a halfformed thought of joy of hope. Yet what business had

I with hope? It was, as I say, a halfformed thought man has many such, which are never completed. I felt

that it was of joy of hope; but I felt also that it had perished in its formation. In vain I struggled to perfect

to regain it. Long suffering had nearly annihilated all my ordinary powers of mind. I was an imbecile

The vibration of the pendulum was at right angles to my length. I saw that the crescent was designed to cross

the region of the heart. It would fray the serge of my robe; it would return and repeat its operations again

and again. Notwithstanding its terrifically wide sweep (some thirty feet or more) and the hissing vigour of

its descent, sufficient to sunder these very walls of iron, still the fraying of my robe would be all that, for

several minutes, it would accomplish; and at this thought I paused. I dared not go farther than this reflection. I

dwelt upon it with a pertinacity of attention as if, in so dwelling, I could arrest HERE the descent of the

steel. I forced myself to ponder upon the sound of the crescent as it should pass across the garment upon

the peculiar thrilling sensation which the friction of cloth produces on the nerves. I pondered upon all this

Down steadily down it crept. I took a frenzied pleasure in contrasting its downward with its lateral

velocity. To the right to the left far and wide with the shriek of a damned spirit! to my heart with

the stealthy pace of the tiger! I alternately laughed and howled, as the one or the other idea grew

Down certainly, relentlessly down! It vibrated within three inches of my bosom! I struggled violently

furiously to free my left arm. This was free only from the elbow to the hand. I could reach the latter, from

the platter beside me to my mouth with great effort, but no farther. Could I have broken the fastenings above

the elbow, I would have seized and attempted to arrest the pendulum. I might as well have attempted to arrest

Down still unceasingly still inevitably down! I gasped and struggled at each vibration. I shrunk

convulsively at its very sweep. My eyes followed its outward or upward whirls with the eagerness of the most

unmeaning despair; they closed themselves spasmodically at the descent, although death would have been a

relief, O, how unspeakable! Still I quivered in every nerve to think how slight a sinking of the machinery

would precipitate that keen glistening axe upon my bosom. It was hope that prompted the nerve to quiver

the frame to shrink. It was HOPE the hope that triumphs on the rack that whispers to the

I saw that some ten or twelve vibrations would bring the steel in actual contact with my robe, and with this

observation there suddenly came over my spirit all the keen, collected calmness of despair. For the first time

during many hours, or perhaps days, I THOUGHT. It now occurred to me that the bandage or surcingle

which enveloped me was UNIQUE. I was tied by no separate cord. The first stroke of the razorlike crescent

athwart any portion of the band would so detach it that it might be unwound from my person by means of my

left hand. But how fearful, in that case, the proximity of the steel! The result of the slightest struggle, how

deadly! Was it likely, moreover, that the minions of the torturer had not foreseen and provided for this

possibility! Was it probable that the bandage crossed my bosom in the track of the pendulum? Dreading to

find my faint, and, as it seemed, my last hope frustrated, I so far elevated my head as to obtain a distinct view

of my breast. The surcingle enveloped my limbs and body close in all directions save SAVE IN THE PATH

Scarcely had I dropped my head back into its original position when there flashed upon my mind what I

cannot better describe than as the unformed half of that idea of deliverance to which I have previously

alluded, and of which a moiety only floated indeterminately through my brain when I raised food to my

burning lips. The whole thought was now present feeble, scarcely sane, scarcely definite, but still entire. I

proceeded at once, with the nervous energy of despair, to attempt its execution.

For many hours the immediate vicinity of the low framework upon which I lay had been literally swarming

with rats. They were wild, bold, ravenous , their red eyes glaring upon me as if they waited but for

motionlessness on my part to make me their prey. "To what food," I thought, "have they been accustomed in

They had devoured, in spite of all my efforts to prevent them, all but a small remnant of the contents of the

dish. I had fallen into an habitual seesaw or wave of the hand about the platter; and at length the

unconscious uniformity of the movement deprived it of effect. In their voracity the vermin frequently

fastened their sharp fangs in my fingers. With the particles of the oily and spicy viand which now remained, I

thoroughly rubbed the bandage wherever I could reach it; then, raising my hand from the floor, I lay

At first the ravenous animals were startled and terrified at the change at the cessation of movement . They

shrank alarmedly back; many sought the well. But this was only for a moment. I had not counted in vain upon

their voracity. Observing that I remained without motion, one or two of the boldest leaped upon the

framework and smelt at the surcingle. This seemed the signal for a general rush. Forth from the well they

hurried in fresh troops. They clung to the wood, they overran it, and leaped in hundreds upon my person. The

measured movement of the pendulum disturbed them not at all. Avoiding its strokes, they busied themselves

with the annointed bandage. They pressed, they swarmed upon me in ever accumulating heaps. They writhed

upon my throat; their cold lips sought my own; I was half stifled by their thronging pressure; disgust, for

which the world has no name, swelled my bosom, and chilled with heavy clamminess my heart. Yet one

minute and I felt that the struggle would be over. Plainly I perceived the loosening of the bandage. I knew

that in more than one place it must be already severed. With a more than human resolution I lay STILL.

Nor had I erred in my calculations, nor had I endured in vain. I at length felt that I was FREE. The surcingle

hung in ribands from my body. But the stroke of the pendulum already pressed upon my bosom. It had

divided the serge of the robe. It had cut through the linen beneath. Twice again it swung, and a sharp sense of

pain shot through every nerve. But the moment of escape had arrived. At a wave of my hand my deliverers

hurried tumultously away. With a steady movement, cautious, sidelong, shrinking, and slow, I slid from the

embrace of the bandage and beyond the reach of the scimitar. For the moment, at least I WAS FREE.

Free! and in the grasp of the Inquisition! I had scarcely stepped from my wooden bed of horror upon the

stone floor of the prison, when the motion of the hellish machine ceased and I beheld it drawn up by some

invisible force through the ceiling. This was a lesson which I took desperately to heart. My every motion was

undoubtedly watched. Free! I had but escaped death in one form of agony to be delivered unto worse than

death in some other. With that thought I rolled my eyes nervously around on the barriers of iron that hemmed

me in. Something unusual some change which at first I could not appreciate distinctly it was obvious

had taken place in the apartment. For many minutes of a dreamy and trembling abstraction I busied myself in

vain, unconnected conjecture. During this period I became aware, for the first time, of the origin of the

sulphurous light which illumined the cell. It proceeded from a fissure about halfaninch in width extending

entirely around the prison at the base of the walls which thus appeared, and were completely separated from

As I arose from the attempt, the mystery of the alteration in the chamber broke at once upon my

understanding. I have observed that although the outlines of the figures upon the walls were sufficiently

distinct, yet the colours seemed blurred and indefinite . These colours had now assumed, and were

momentarily assuming, a startling and most intense brilliancy, that give to the spectral and fiendish

portraitures an aspect that might have thrilled even firmer nerves than my own. Demon eyes, of a wild and

ghastly vivacity, glared upon me in a thousand directions where none had been visible before, and gleamed

with the lurid lustre of a fire that I could not force my imagination to regard as unreal.

UNREAL! Even while I breathed there came to my nostrils the breath of the vapour of heated iron! A

suffocating odour pervaded the prison! A deeper glow settled each moment in the eyes that glared at my

agonies! A richer tint of crimson diffused itself over the pictured horrors of blood. I panted ' I gasped for

breath! There could be no doubt of the design of my tormentors oh most unrelenting! oh, most demoniac

of men! I shrank from the glowing metal to the centre of the cell. Amid the thought of the fiery destruction

that impended, the idea of the coolness of the well came over my soul like balm. I rushed to its deadly brink. I

threw my straining vision below. The glare from the enkindled roof illumined its inmost recesses. Yet, for a

wild moment, did my spirit refuse to comprehend the meaning of what I saw. At length it forced it

wrestled its way into my soul it burned itself in upon my shuddering reason. O for a voice to speak!

oh, horror! oh, any horror but this! With a shriek I rushed from the margin and buried my face in my

The heat rapidly increased, and once again I looked up, shuddering as if with a fit of the ague. There had been

a second change in the cell and now the change was obviously in the FORM. As before , it was in vain

that I at first endeavoured to appreciate or understand what was taking place. But not long was I left in doubt.

The inquisitorial vengeance had been hurried by my twofold escape, and there was to be no more dallying

with the King of Terrors. The room had been square. I saw that two of its iron angles were now acute two

consequently, obtuse. The fearful difference quickly increased with a low rumbling or moaning sound. In an

instant the apartment had shifted its form into that of a lozenge. But the alteration stopped not here I

neither hoped nor desired it to stop. I could have clasped the red walls to my bosom as a garment of eternal

peace. "Death," I said "any death but that of the pit!" Fool! might I not have known that INTO THE PIT it

was the object of the burning iron to urge me? Could I resist its glow? or if even that, could I withstand its

pressure ? And now, flatter and flatter grew the lozenge, with a rapidity that left me no time for

contemplation. Its centre, and of course, its greatest width, came just over the yawning gulf. I shrank back

but the closing walls pressed me resistlessly onward . At length for my seared and writhing body there was no

longer an inch of foothold on the firm floor of the prison. I struggled no more, but the agony of my soul

found vent in one loud, long, and final scream of despair. I felt that I tottered upon the brink I averted my

There was a discordant hum of human voices! There was a loud blast as of many trumpets! There was a harsh

grating as of a thousand thunders! The fiery walls rushed back! An outstretched arm caught my own as I fell

fainting into the abyss. It was that of General Lasalle. The French army had entered Toledo. The Inquisition

The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed

revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that I gave utterance to a

threat. At length I would be avenged; this was a point definitely settledbut the very definitiveness with

which it was resolved, precluded the idea of risk. I must not only punish, but punish with impunity. A wrong

is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to

It must be understood that neither by word nor deed had I given Fortunato cause to doubt my good will. I

continued, as was my wont, to smile in his face, and he did not perceive that my smile now was at the thought

He had a weak pointthis Fortunatoalthough in other regards he was a man to be respected and even

feared. He prided himself on his connoisseurship in wine. Few Italians have the true virtuoso spirit. For the

most part their enthusiasm is adopted to suit the time and opportunity to practise imposture upon the

British and Austrian millionaires. In painting and gemmary, Fortunato, like his countrymen, was a quack

but in the matter of old wines he was sincere. In this respect I did not differ from him materially: I was

It was about dusk, one evening during the supreme madness of the carnival season, that I encountered my

friend. He accosted me with excessive warmth, for he had been drinking much. The man wore motley. He

had on a tightfitting partistriped dress, and his head was surmounted by the conical cap and bells. I was so

I said to him"My dear Fortunato, you are luckily met. How remarkably well you are looking today! But I

"How?" said he. "Amontillado? A pipe? Impossible! And in the middle of the carnival!"

"I have my doubts," I replied; "and I was silly enough to pay the full Amontillado price without consulting

you in the matter. You were not to be found, and I was fearful of losing a bargain."

"As you are engaged, I am on my way to Luchesi. If any one has a critical turn, it is he. He will tell me"

"My friend, no; I will not impose upon your good nature. I perceive you have an engagement. Luchesi"

"My friend, no. It is not the engagement, but the severe cold with which I perceive you are afflicted. The

"Let us go, nevertheless. The cold is merely nothing. Amontillado! You have been imposed upon. And as for

Thus speaking, Fortunato possessed himself of my arm. Putting on a mask of black silk, and drawing a

There were no attendants at home; they had absconded to make merry in honour of the time. I had told them

that I should not return until the morning, and had given them explicit orders not to stir from the house. These

orders were sufficient, I well knew, to insure their immediate disappearance, one and all, as soon as my back

I took from their sconces two flambeaux, and giving one to Fortunato, bowed him through several suites of

rooms to the archway that led into the vaults. I passed down a long and winding staircase, requesting him to

be cautious as he followed. We came at length to the foot of the descent, and stood together on the damp

The gait of my friend was unsteady, and the bells upon his cap jingled as he strode.

"It is farther on," said I; "but observe the white webwork which gleams from these cavern walls."

He turned towards me, and looked into my eyes with two filmy orbs that distilled the rheum of intoxication.

"Come," I said, with decision, "we will go back; your health is precious. You are rich, respected, admired,

beloved; you are happy, as once I was. You are a man to be missed. For me it is no matter. We will go back;

"Enough," he said; "the cough is a mere nothing; it will not kill me. I shall not die of a cough."

"Truetrue," I replied; "and, indeed, I had no intention of alarming you unnecessarilybut you should use

Here I knocked off the neck of a bottle which I drew from a long row of its fellows that lay upon the mould.

He raised it to his lips with a leer. He paused and nodded to me familiarly, while his bells jingled.

"A huge human foot d'or, in a field azure; the foot crushes a serpent rampant whose fangs are imbedded in the

The wine sparkled in his eyes and the bells jingled. My own fancy grew warm with the Medoc. We had

passed through walls of piled bones, with casks and puncheons intermingling, into the inmost recesses of

catacombs. I paused again, and this time I made bold to seize Fortunato by an arm above the elbow.

"The nitre!" I said; "see, it increases. It hangs like moss upon the vaults. We are below the river's bed. The

drops of moisture trickle among the bones. Come, we will go back ere it is too late. Your cough"

"It is nothing," he said; "let us go on. But first, another draught of the Medoc."

I broke and reached him a flagon of De Grave. He emptied it at a breath. His eyes flashed with a fierce light.

He laughed and threw the bottle upwards with a gesticulation I did not understand.

"It is this," I answered, producing a trowel from beneath the folds of my roquelaire.

"You jest," he exclaimed, recoiling a few paces. "But let us proceed to the Amontillado."

"Be it so," I said, replacing the tool beneath the cloak and again offering him my arm. He leaned upon it

heavily. We continued our route in search of the Amontillado. We passed through a range of low arches,

descended, passed on, and descending again, arrived at a deep crypt, in which the foulness of the air caused

At the most remote end of the crypt there appeared another less spacious. Its walls had been lined with human

remains, piled to the vault overhead, in the fashion of the great catacombs of Paris. Three sides of this interior

crypt were still ornamented in this manner. From the fourth side the bones had been thrown down, and lay

promiscuously upon the earth, forming at one point a mound of some size. Within the wall thus exposed by

the displacing of the bones, we perceived a still interior recess, in depth about four feet in width three, in

height six or seven. It seemed to have been constructed for no especial use within itself, but formed merely

the interval between two of the colossal supports of the roof of the catacombs, and was backed by one of their

It was in vain that Fortunato, uplifting his dull torch, endeavoured to pry into the depth of the recess. Its

"He is an ignoramus," interrupted my friend, as he stepped unsteadily forward, while I followed immediately

at his heels. In an instant he had reached the extremity of the niche, and finding his progress arrested by the

rock, stood stupidly bewildered. A moment more and I had fettered him to the granite. In its surface were two

iron staples, distant from each other about two feet, horizontally. From one of these depended a short chain,

from the other a padlock. Throwing the links about his waist, it was but the work of a few seconds to secure

it. He was too much astounded to resist. Withdrawing the key I stepped back from the recess.

"Pass your hand," I said, "over the wall; you cannot help feeling the nitre. Indeed, it is very damp. Once more

let me implore you to return. No? Then I must positively leave you. But I must first render you all the little

"The Amontillado!" ejaculated my friend, not yet recovered from his astonishment.

As I said these words I busied myself among the pile of bones of which I have before spoken. Throwing them

aside, I soon un covered a quantity of building stone and mortar. With these materials and with the aid of

I had scarcely laid the first tier of the masonry when I discovered that the intoxication of Fortunato had in a

great measure worn off. The earliest indication I had of this was a low moaning cry from the depth of the

recess. It was not the cry of a drunken man. There was then a long and obstinate silence. I laid the second tier,

and the third, and the fourth; and then I heard the furious vibrations of the chain. The noise lasted for several

minutes, during which, that I might hearken to it with the more satisfaction, I ceased my labours and sat down

upon the bones. When at last the clanking subsided, I resumed the trowel, and finished without interruption

the fifth, the sixth, and the seventh tier. The wall was now nearly upon a level with my breast. I again paused,

and holding the flambeaux over the masonwork, threw a few feeble rays upon the figure within.

A succession of loud and shrill screams, bursting suddenly from the throat of the chained form, seemed to

thrust me violently back. For a brief moment I hesitated I trembled. Unsheathing my rapier, I began to

grope with it about the recess; but the thought of an instant reassured me. I placed my hand upon the solid

fabric of the catacombs, and felt satisfied. I reapproached the wall; I replied to the yells of him who

clamoured. I reechoed I aided I surpassed them in volume and in strength. I did this, and the clamourer

It was now midnight, and my task was drawing to a close. I had completed the eighth, the ninth, and the tenth

tier. I had finished a portion of the last and the eleventh; there remained but a single stone to be fitted and

plastered in. I struggled with its weight; I placed it partially in its destined position. But now there came from

out the niche a low laugh that erected the hairs upon my head. It was succeeded by a sad voice, which I had

"Ha! ha! ha!he! he! he!a very good joke indeedan excellent jest. We shall have many a rich laugh

"He! he! he!he! he! he!yes, the Amontillado. But is it not getting late? Will not they be awaiting us at

But to these words I hearkened in vain for a reply. I grew impatient. I called aloud

No answer still. I thrust a torch through the remaining aperture and let it fall within. There came forth in reply

only a jingling of the bells. My heart grew sick on account of the dampness of the catacombs. I hastened to

make an end of my labour. I forced the last stone into its position; I plastered it up. Against the new masonry

I reerected the old rampart of bones. For the half of a century no mortal has disturbed them. In pace

Many years ago, I contracted an intimacy with a Mr. William Legrand. He was of an ancient Huguenot

family, and had once been wealthy; but a series of misfortunes had reduced him to want. To avoid the

mortification consequent upon his disasters, he left New Orleans, the city of his forefathers, and took up his

This island is a very singular one. It consists of little else than the sea sand, and is about three miles long. Its

breadth at no point exceeds a quarter of a mile. It is separated from the mainland by a scarcely perceptible

creek, oozing its way through a wilderness of reeds and slime, a favorite resort of the marshhen. The

vegetation, as might be supposed, is scant, or at least dwarfish. No trees of any magnitude are to be seen.

Near the western extremity, where Fort Moultrie stands, and where are some miserable frame buildings,

tenanted, during summer, by the fugitives from Charleston dust and fever, may be found, indeed, the bristly

palmetto; but the whole island, with the exception of this western point, and a line of hard, white beach on the

seacoast, is covered with a dense undergrowth of the sweet myrtle so much prized by the horticulturists of

England. The shrub here often attains the height of fifteen or twenty feet, and forms an almost impenetrable

In the inmost recesses of this coppice, not far from the eastern or more remote end of the island, Legrand had

built himself a small hut, which he occupied when I first, by mere accident, made his acquaintance. This soon

ripened into friendshipfor there was much in the recluse to excite interest and esteem. I found him well

educated, with unusual powers of mind, but infected with misanthropy, and subject to perverse moods of

alternate enthusiasm and melancholy. He had with him many books, but rarely employed them. His chief

amusements were gunning and fishing, or sauntering along the beach and through the myrtles, in quest of

shells or entomological specimenshis collection of the latter might have been envied by a Swammerdamm.

In these excursions he was usually accompanied by an old negro, called Jupiter, who had been manumitted

before the reverses of the family, but who could be induced, neither by threats nor by promises, to abandon

what he considered his right of attendance upon the footsteps of his young "Massa Will." It is not improbable

that the relatives of Legrand, conceiving him to be somewhat unsettled in intellect, had contrived to instil this

obstinacy into Jupiter, with a view to the supervision and guardianship of the wanderer.

The winters in the latitude of Sullivan's Island are seldom very severe, and in the fall of the year it is a rare

event indeed when a fire is considered necessary. About the middle of October, 18, there occurred,

however, a day of remarkable chilliness. Just before sunset I scrambled my way through the evergreens to the

hut of my friend, whom I had not visited for several weeksmy residence being, at that time, in Charleston,

a distance of nine miles from the island, while the facilities of passage and repassage were very far behind

those of the present day. Upon reaching the hut I rapped, as was my custom, and getting no reply, sought for

the key where I knew it was secreted, unlocked the door, and went in. A fine fire was blazing upon the hearth.

It was a novelty, and by no means an ungrateful one. I threw off an overcoat, took an armchair by the

Soon after dark they arrived, and gave me a most cordial welcome. Jupiter, grinning from ear to ear, bustled

about to prepare some marshhens for supper. Legrand was in one of his fitshow else shall I term

them?of enthusiasm. He had found an unknown bivalve, forming a new genus, and, more than this, he had

hunted down and secured, with Jupiter's assistance, a scarabaeus which he believed to be totally new, but in

"And why not tonight?" I asked, rubbing my hands over the blaze, and wishing the whole tribe of scarabaei

"Ah, if I had only known you were here!" said Legrand, "but it's so long since I saw you; and how could I

foresee that you would pay me a visit this very night of all others? As I was coming home I met Lieutenant

G, from the fort, and, very foolishly, I lent him the bug; so it will be impossible for you to see it until

the morning. Stay here tonight, and I will send Jup down for it at sunrise. It is the loveliest thing in

"Nonsense! no!the bug. It is of a brilliant gold colorabout the size of a large hickorynutwith two jet

black spots near one extremity of the back, and another, somewhat longer, at the other. The antennae are"

"Dey aint no tin in him, Massa Will, I keep a tellin' on you," here interrupted Jupiter; "de bug is a goolebug,

solid, ebery bit of him, inside and all, sep him wingmeber feel half so hebby a bug in my life."

"Well, suppose it is, Jup," replied Legrand, somewhat more earnestly, it seemed to me, than the case

demanded; "is that any reason for you letting the birds burn? The color"here he turned to me"is really

almost enough to warrant Jupiter's idea. You never saw a more brilliant metallic lustre than the scales

emitbut of this you cannot judge till tomorrow. In the meantime I can give you some idea of the shape."

Saying this, he seated himself at a small table, on which were a pen and ink, but no paper. He looked for

"Never mind," he said at length, "this will answer"; and he drew from his waistcoat pocket a scrap of what I

took to be very dirty foolscap, and made upon it a rough drawing with the pen. While he did this, I retained

my seat by the fire, for I was still chilly. When the design was complete, he handed it to me without rising.

As I received it, a loud growl was heard, succeeded by a scratching at the door. Jupiter opened it, and a large

Newfoundland, belonging to Legrand, rushed in, leaped upon my shoulders, and loaded me with caresses; for

I had shown him much attention during previous visits. When his gambols were over, I looked at the paper,

and, to speak the truth, found myself not a little puzzled at what my friend had depicted.

"Well!" I said, after contemplating it for some minutes, "this is a strange scarabaeus, I must confess; new to

me; never saw any thing like it beforeunless it was a skull, or a death'shead, which it more nearly

"A death'shead!" echoed Legrand. "Ohyeswell, it has something of that appearance upon paper, no

doubt. The two upper black spots look like eyes, eh? and the longer one at the bottom like a mouthand then

"Perhaps so," said I; "but, Legrand, I fear you are no artist. I must wait until I see the beetle itself, if I am to

"Well, I don't know," said he, a little nettled, "I draw tolerablyshould do it at leasthave had good

"But, my dear fellow, you are joking then," said I, "this is a very passable skullindeed, I may say that it is a

very excellent skull, according to the vulgar notions about such specimens of physiologyand your

scarabaeus must be the queerest scarabaeus in the world if it resembles it. Why, we may get up a very

thrilling bit of superstition upon this hint. I presume you will call the bug scarabaeus caput hominis, or

something of that kindthere are many similar titles in the Natural Histories. But where are the antennae

"The antennae!" said Legrand, who seemed to be getting unaccountably warm upon the subject; "I am sure

you must see the antennae. I made them as distinct as they are in the original insect, and I presume that is

"Well, well," I said, "perhaps you havestill I don't see them"; and I handed him the paper without

additional remark, not wishing to ruffle his temper; but I was much surprised at the turn affairs had taken; his

ill humor puzzled meand, as for the drawing of the beetle, there were positively no antennae visible, and

the whole did bear a very close resemblance to the ordinary cuts of a death'shead.

He received the paper very peevishly, and was about to crumple it, apparently to throw it in the fire, when a

casual glance at the design seemed suddenly to rivet his attention. In an instant his face grew violently

redin another as excessively pale. For some minutes he continued to scrutinize the drawing minutely where

he sat. At length he arose, took a candle from the table, and proceeded to seat himself upon a seachest in the

farthest corner of the room. Here again he made an anxious examination of the paper; turning it in all

directions. He said nothing, however, and his conduct greatly astonished me; yet I thought it prudent not to

exacerbate the growing moodiness of his temper by any comment. Presently he took from his coatpocket a

wallet, placed the paper carefully in it, and deposited both in a writingdesk, which he locked. He now grew

more composed in his demeanor; but his original air of enthusiasm had quite disappeared. Yet he seemed not

so much sulky as abstracted. As the evening wore away he became more and more adsorbed in revery, from

which no sallies of mine could arouse him. It had been my intention to pass the night at the hut, as I had

frequently done before, but, seeing my host in this mood, I deemed it proper to take leave. He did not press

me to remain, but, as I departed, he shook my hand with even more than his usual cordiality.

It was about a month after this (and during the interval I had seen nothing of Legrand) when I received a visit,

at Charleston, from his man, Jupiter. I had never seen the good old negro look so dispirited, and I feared that

"No, dat he aint!he aint 'fin'd nowhardat's just whar de shoe pinchmy mind is got to be barry hebby

"Jupiter, I should like to understand what it is you are talking about. You say your master is sick. Hasn't he

"Why, massa, 'taint worf while for to git mad about de matterMassa Will say noffin at all aint de matter

wid himbut den what make him go about looking dis here way, wid he head down and he soldiers up, and

"Keeps a syphon wid de figgurs on de slatede queerest figgurs I ebber did see. Ise gittin' to be skeered, I

tell you. Hab for to keep mighty tight eye 'pon him 'noovers. Todder day he gib me slip 'fore de sun up and

was gone de whole ob de blessed day. I had a big stick ready cut for to gib him deuced good beating when he

did comebut Ise sich a fool dat I hadn't de heart arter allhe looked so berry poorly."

"Eh?what?ah yes!upon the whole I think you had better not be too severe with the poor

fellowdon't flog him, Jupiterhe can't very well stand itbut can you form no idea of what has

occasioned this illness, or rather this change of conduct? Has any thing unpleasant happened since I saw

"No, massa, dey aint bin noffin onpleasant since den'twas 'fore den I'm feared'twas de berry day you

"De bugI'm berry sartain dat Massa Will bin bit somewhere 'bout de head by dat goolebug."

"Claws enuff, massa, and mouff too. I nebber did see sich a deuced bughe kick and he bite ebery ting what

cum near him. Massa Will cotch him fuss, but had for to let him go 'gin mighty quick, I tell youden was de

time he must ha' got de bite. I didn't like de look ob de bug mouff, myself, nohow, so I wouldn't take hold ob

him wid my finger, but I cotch him wid a piece ob paper dat I found. I rap him up in de paper and stuff a

"And you think, then, that you master was really bitten by the beetle, and that the bite made him sick?"

"I don't think noffin' about itI nose it. What make him dream 'bout de goole so much, if 'taint cause he bit

"Well, Jup, perhaps you are right; but to what fortunate circumstance am I to attribute the honor of a visit

"No, massa, I bring dis here pissel"; and here Jupiter handed me a note which ran thus:

"Why have I not seen you for so long a time? I hope you have not been so foolish as to take offence at any

"Since I saw you I have had great cause for anxiety. I have something to tell you, yet scarcely know how to

"I have not been quite well for some days past, and poor old Jup annoys me, almost beyond endurance, by his

wellmeant attentions. Would you believe it?he had prepared a huge stick, the other day, with which to

chastise me for giving him the slip, and spending the day, solus, among the hills on the main land. I verily

Jupiter. Do come. I wish to see you tonight, upon business of importance. I assure you that it is of the

There was something in the tone of this note which gave me great uneasiness. Its whole style differed

materially from that of Legrand. What could he be dreaming of? What new crotchet possessed his excitable

brain? What "business of the highest importance" could he possibly have to transact? Jupiter's account of him

boded no good. I dreaded lest the continued pressure of misfortune had, at length, fairly unsettled the reason

of my friend. Without a moment's hesitation, therefore, I prepared to accompany the negro.

Upon reaching the wharf, I noticed a scythe and three spades, all apparently new, lying in the bottom of the

"Him de syfe and de spade what Massa Will sis 'pon me buying for him in de town, and de debbil's own lot of

"But what, in the name of all that is mysterious, is your `Massa Will' going to do with scythes and spades?"

"Dat's more dan I know, and debbil take me if I don't b'lieve 'tis more dan he know too. But it's all cum ob de

Finding that no satisfaction was to be obtained of Jupiter, whose whole intellect seemed to be absorbed by

"de bug," I now stepped into the boat, and made sail. With a fair and strong breeze we soon ran into the little

cove to the northward of Fort Moultrie, and a walk of some two miles brought us to the hut. It was about

three in the afternoon when we arrived. Legrand had been waiting us in eager expectation. He grasped my

hand with a nervous empressement which alarmed me and strengthened the suspicions already entertained.

His countenance was pale even to ghastliness, and his deepset eyes glared with unnatural lustre. After some

enquiries respecting his health, I asked him, not knowing what better to say, if he had yet obtained the

"Oh, yes," he replied, coloring violently, "I got it from him the next morning. Nothing should tempt me to

"In supposing it to be a bug of real gold." He said this with an air of profound seriousness, and I felt

"This bug is to make my fortune," he continued, with a triumphant smile; "to reinstate me in my family

possessions. Is it any wonder, then, that I prize it? Since Fortune has thought fit to bestow it upon me, I have

only to use it properly, and I shall arrive at the gold of which it is the index. Jupiter, bring me that

"What! de bug, massa? I'd rudder not go fer trubble dat bug; you mus' git him for your own self." Hereupon

Legrand arose, with a grave and stately air, and brought me the beetle from a glass case in which it was

enclosed. It was a beautiful scarabaeus, and, at that time, unknown to naturalistsof course a great prize in a

scientific point of view. There were two round black spots near one extremity of the back, and a long one

near the other. The scales were exceedingly hard and glossy, with all the appearance of burnished gold. The

weight of the insect was very remarkable, and, taking all things into consideration, I could hardly blame

Jupiter for his opinion respecting it; but what to make of Legrand's concordance with that opinion, I could

"I sent for you," said he, in a grandiloquent tone, when I had completed my examination of the beetle, "I sent

for you that I might have your counsel and assistance in furthering the views of Fate and of the bug"

"My dear Legrand," I cried, interrupting him, "you are certainly unwell, and had better use some little

precautions. You shall go to bed, and I will remain with you a few days, until you get over this. You are

"But you may be ill and yet have no fever. Allow me this once to prescribe for you. In the first place go to

"You are mistaken," he interposed, "I am as well as I can expect to be under the excitement which I suffer. If

"Very easily. Jupiter and myself are going upon an expedition into the hills, upon the main land, and, in this

expedition, we shall need the aid of some person in whom we can confide. You are the only one we can trust.

Whether we succeed or fail, the excitement which you now perceive in me will be equally allayed."

"I am anxious to oblige you in any way," I replied; "but do you mean to say that this infernal beetle has any

"Try it by yourselves! The man is surely mad!but stay!how long do you propose to be absent?"

"Probably all night. We shall start immediately, and be back, at all events, by sunrise."

"And will you promise me, upon your honor, that when this freak of yours is over, and the bug business

(good God!) settled to your satisfaction, you will then return home and follow my advice implicitly, as that of

With a heavy heart I accompanied my friend. We started about four o'clockLegrand, Jupiter, the dog, and

myself. Jupiter had with him the scythe and spadesthe whole of which he insisted upon carryingmore

through fear, it seemed to me, of trusting either of the implements within reach of his master, than from any

excess of industry or complaisance. His demeanor was dogged in the extreme, and "dat deuced bug" were the

sole words which escaped his lips during the journey. For my own part, I had charge of a couple of dark

lanterns, while Legrand contented himself with the scarabaeus, which he carried attached to the end of a bit

of whipcord; twirling it to and fro, with the air of a conjuror, as he went. When I observed this last, plain

evidence of my friend's aberration of mind, I could scarcely refrain from tears. I thought it best, however, to

humor his fancy, at least for the present, or until I could adopt some more energetic measures with a chance

of success. In the meantime I endeavored, but all in vain, to sound him in regard to the object of the

expedition. Having succeeded in inducing me to accompany him, he seemed unwilling to hold conversation

upon any topic of minor importance, and to all my questions vouchsafed no other reply than "we shall see!"

We crossed the creek at the head of the island by means of a skiff, and, ascending the high grounds on the

shore of the main land, proceeded in a northwesterly direction, through a tract of country excessively wild

and desolate, where no trace of a human footstep was to be seen. Legrand led the way with decision; pausing

only for an instant, here and there, to consult what appeared to be certain landmarks of his own contrivance

In this manner we journed for about two hours, and the sun was just setting when we entered a region

infinitely more dreary than any yet seen. It was a species of tableland, near the summit of an almost

inaccessible hill, densely wooded from base to pinnacle, and interspersed with huge crags that appeared to lie

loosely upon the soil, and in many cases were prevented from precipitating themselves into the valleys below,

merely by the support of the trees against which they reclined. Deep ravines, in various directions, gave an air

The natural platform to which we had clambered was thickly overgrown with brambles, through which we

soon discovered that it would have been impossible to force our way but for the scythe; and Jupiter, by

direction of his master, proceeded to clear for us a path to the foot of an enormously tall tuliptree, which

stood, with some eight or ten oaks, upon the level, and far surpassed them all, and all other trees which I had

then ever seen, in the beauty of its foliage and form, in the wide spread of its branches, and in the general

majesty of its appearance. When we reached this tree, Legrand turned to Jupiter, and asked him if he thought

he could climb it. The old man seemed a little staggered by the question, and for some moments made no

reply. At length he approached the huge trunk, walked slowly around it, and examined it with minute

"Then up with you as soon as possible, for it will soon be too dark to see what we are about."

"Get up the main trunk first, and then I will tell you which way to goand herestop! take this beetle with

"De bug, Massa Will!de goolebug!" cried the negro, drawing back in dismay"What for mus' tote de

"If you are afraid, Jup, a great big negro like you, to take hold of a harmless little dead beetle, why you can

carry it up by this stringbut, if you do not take it up with you in some way, I shall be under the necessity of

"What de matter now, massa?" said Jup, evidently shamed into compliance; "always want for to raise fuss

wid old nigger. Was only funnin anyhow. Me feered de bug! what I keer for de bug?" Here he took cautiously

hold of the extreme end of the string, and, maintaining the insect as far from his person as circumstances

In youth, the tuliptree, or Liriodendron Tulipiferum, the most magnificent of American foresters, has a trunk

peculiarly smooth, and often rises to a great height without lateral branches; but in its riper age, the bark

becomes gnarled and uneven, while many short limbs make their appearance on the stem. Thus the difficulty

of ascension, in the present case, lay more in semblance than in reality. Embracing the huge cylinder, as

closely as possible, with his arms and knees, seizing with his hands some projections, and resting his naked

toes upon others, Jupiter, after one or two narrow escapes from falling, at length wriggled himself into the

first great fork, and seemed to consider the whole business as virtually accomplished. The risk of the

achievement was, in fact, now over, although the climber was some sixty or seventy feet from the ground.

"Keep up the largest branchthe one on this side," said Legrand. The negro obeyed him promptly, and

apparently with but little trouble; ascending higher and higher, until no glimpse of his squat figure could be

obtained through the dense foliage which enveloped it. Presently his voice was heard in a sort of halloo.

"Never mind the sky, but attend to what I say. Look down the trunk and count the limbs below you on this

In a few minutes the voice was heard again, announcing that the seventh limb was attained.

"Now, Jup," cried Legrand, evidently much excited, "I want you to work your way out upon that limb as far

By this time what little doubt I might have entertained of my poor friend's insanity was put finally at rest. I

had no alternative but to conclude him stricken with lunacy, and I became seriously anxious about getting

him home. While I was pondering upon what was best to be done, Jupiter's voice was again heard.

"Mos' feerd for to venture 'pon dis limb berry far'tis dead limb putty much all de way."

"Yes, massa, him dead as de doornaildone up for sartaindone departed dis here life."

"What in the name of heaven shall I do?" asked Legrand, seemingly in the greatest distress.

"Do!" said I, glad of an opportunity to interpose a word, "why come home and go to bed. Come now!that's

"Him rotten, massa, sure nuff," replied the negro in a few moments, "but not so berry rotten as mought be.

"Why I mean de bug. 'Tis berry hebby bug. Spose I drop him down fuss, and den de limb won't break wid just

"You infernal scoundrel!" cried Legrand, apparently much relieved, "what do you mean by telling me such

nonsense as that? As sure as you drop that beetle I'll break your neck. Look here, Jupiter, do you hear me?"

"Well! now listen!if you will venture out on that limb as far as you think safe, and not let go the beetle, I'll

"I'm gwine, Massa Willdeed I is," replied the negro very promptly"mos' out to the eend now."

"Out to the end!" here fairly screamed Legrand; "do you say you are out to the end of that limb?"

"Why taint noffin but a skullsomebody bin left him head up de tree, and de crows done gobble ebery bit ob

"Sure nuff, massa; mus' look. Why dis berry curous sarcumstance, 'pon my worddare's a great big nail in

"To be sure! you are lefthanded; and your left eye is on the same side as your left hand. Now, I suppose, you

can find the left eye of the skull, or the place where the left eye has been. Have you found it?"

"Is de lef' eye ob de skull 'pon de same side as de lef' hand ob de skull too?cause de skull aint got not a bit

ob a hand at allnebber mind! I got de lef' eye nowhere de lef' eye! what mus' do wid it?"

"Let the beetle drop through it, as far as the string will reachbut be careful not to let go your hold of the

"All dat done, Massa Will; mighty easy ting for to put the bug fru de holelook out for him dar below!"

During this colloquy no portion of Jupiter's person could be seen; but the beetle, which he had suffered to

descend, was not visible at the end of the string, and glistened, like a globe of burnished gold, in the last rays

of the setting sun, some of which still faintly illumined the eminence upon which we stood. The scarabaeus

hung quite clear of any branches and, if allowed to fall, would have fallen at our feet. Legrand immediately

took the scythe, and cleared with it a circular space, three or four yards in diameter, just beneath the insect,

and, having accomplished this, ordered Jupiter to let go the string, and come down from the tree.

Driving a peg, with great nicety, into the ground, at the precise spot where the beetle fell, my friend now

produced from his pocket a tapemeasure. Fastening one end of this at that point of the trunk of the tree

which was nearest the peg, he unrolled it till it reached the peg and thence further unrolled it, in the direction

already established by the two points of the tree and the peg, for the distance of fifty feetJupiter clearing

away the brambles with the scythe. At the spot thus attained a second peg was driven, and about this, as a

centre, a rude circle, about four feet in diameter, described. Taking now a spade himself, and giving one to

Jupiter and one to me, Legrand begged us to set about digging as quickly as possible.

To speak the truth, I had no especial relish for such amusement at any time, and, at that particular moment,

would most willingly have declined it; for the night was coming on, and I felt much fatigued with the

exercise already taken; but I saw no mode of escape, and was fearful of disturbing my poor friend's

equanimity by a refusal. Could I have depended, indeed upon Jupiter's aid, I would have had no hesitation in

attempting to get the lunatic home by force; but I was too well assured of the old negro's disposition, to hope

that he would assist me, under any circumstances, in a personal contest with his master. I made no doubt that

the latter had been infected with some of the innumerable Southern superstitions about money buried, and

that his phantasy had received confirmation by the finding of the scarabaeus, or, perhaps, by Jupiter's

obstinacy in maintaining it to be "a bug of real gold." A mind disposed to lunacy would readily be led away

by such suggestionsespecially if chiming in with favorite preconceived ideasand then I called to mind

the poor fellow's speech about the beetle's being "the index of his fortune." Upon the whole, I was sadly

vexed and puzzled, but, at length, I concluded to make a virtue of necessityto dig with a good will, and

thus the sooner to convince the visionary, by ocular demonstration, of the fallacy of the opinions he

The lanterns having been lit, we all fell to work with a zeal worth a more rational cause; and, as the glare fell

upon our persons and implements, I could not help thinking how picturesque a group we composed, and how

strange and suspicious our labors must have appeared to any interloper who, by chance, might have stumbled

We dug very steadily for two hours. Little was said; and our chief embarrassment lay in the yelpings of the

dog, who took exceeding interest in our proceedings. He, at length, became so obstreperous that we grew

fearful of his giving the alarm to some stragglers in the vicinity,or, rather, this was the apprehension of

Legrand;for myself, I should have rejoiced at any interruption which might have enabled me to get the

wanderer home. The noise was, at length, very effectually silenced by Jupiter, who, getting out of the hole

with a dogged air of deliberation, tied the brute's mouth up with one of his suspenders, and then returned,

When the time mentioned had expired, we had reached a depth of five feet, and yet no signs of any treasure

became manifest. A general pause ensued, and I began to hope that the farce was at an end. Legrand,

however, although evidently much disconcerted, wiped his brow thoughtfully and recommenced. We had

excavated the entire circle of four feet diameter, and now we slightly enlarged the limit, and went to the

farther depth of two feet. Still nothing appeared. The goldseeker, whom I sincerely pitied, at length

clambered from the pit, with the bitterest disappointment imprinted upon every feature, and proceeded,

slowly and reluctantly, to put on his coat, which he had thrown off at the beginning of his labor. In the

meantime I made no remark. Jupiter, at a signal from his master, began to gather up his tools. This done, and

We had taken, perhaps, a dozen steps in this direction, when, with a loud oath, Legrand strode up to Jupiter,

and seized him by the collar. The astonished negro opened his eyes and mouth to the fullest extend, let fall

"You scoundrel!" said Legrand, hissing out the syllables from between his clenched teeth"you infernal

black villain!speak, I tell you!answer me this instant, without prevarication!whichwhich is your

"Oh, my golly, Massa Will! aint dis here my lef' eye for sartain?" roared the terrified Jupiter, placing his hand

upon his right organ of vision, and holding it there with a desperate pertinacity, as if in immediate dread of

"I thought so!I knew it! hurrah!" vociferated Legrand, letting the negro go and executing a series of

curvets and caracols, much to the astonishment of his valet, who arising from his knees, looked, mutely, from

"Come! we must go back," said the latter, "the game's not up yet"; and he again led the way to the tuliptree.

"Jupiter," said he, when we reached its foot, "come here! was the skull nailed to the limb with the face

"De face was out, massa, so dat de crows could get at de eyes good, widout any trouble."

"Well, then, was it this eye or that through which you dropped the beetle?"here Legrand touched each of

"Twas dis eye, massade lef' eyejis as you tell me," and here it was his right eye that the negro indicated.

Here my friend, about whose madness I now saw, or fancied I saw, certain indications of method, removed

the peg which marked the spot where the beetle fell, to a spot about three inches to the westward of its former

position. Taking, now, the tape measure from the nearest point of the trunk to the peg, as before, and

continuing the extension in a straight line to the distance of fifty feet, a spot was indicated, removed by

Around the new position a circle, somewhat larger than in the former instance, was now described, and we

again set to work with the spade. I was dreadfully weary, but, scarcely understanding what had occasioned

the change in my thoughts, I felt no longer any great aversion from the labor imposed. I had become most

unaccountably interestednay, even excited. Perhaps there was something, amid all the extravagant

demeanor of Legrandsome air of forethought, or of deliberation, which impressed me. I dug eagerly, and

now and then caught myself actually looking, with something that very much resembled expectation, for the

fancied treasure, the vision of which had demented my unfortunate companion. At a period when such

vagaries of thought moust fully possessed me, and when we had been at work perhaps an hour and a half, we

were again interrupted by the violent howlings of the dog. His uneasiness, in the first instance, had been,

evidently, but the result of playfulness or caprice, but he now assumed a bitter and serious tone. Upon

Jupiter's again attempting to muzzle him, he made furious resistance, and, leaping into the hole, tore up the

mound frantically with his claws. In a few seconds he had uncovered a mass of human bones, forming two

complete skeletons, intermingled with several buttons of metal, and what appeared to be the dust of decayed

wollen. One or two strokes of the spade upturned the blade of a large Spanish knife, and, as we dug farther,

At the sight of these the joy of Jupiter could scarcely be restrained, but the countenance of his master wore an

air of extreme disappointment. He urged us, however, to continue our exertions, and the words were hardly

uttered when I stumbled and fell forward, having caught the toe of my boot in a large ring of iron that lay half

We now worked in earnest, and never did I pass ten minutes of more intense excitement. During this interval

we had fairly unearthed an oblong chest of wood, which, from its perfect preservation and wonderful

hardness, had plainly been subjected to some mineralizing processperhaps that of the bichloride of

mercury. This box was three feet and a half long, three feet broad, and two and a half feet deep. It was firmly

secured by bands of wrought iron, riveted, and forming a kind of open trelliswork over the whole. On each

side of the chest, near the top, were three rings of ironsix in allby means of which a firm hold could be

obtained by six persons. Our utmost united endeavors served only to disturb the coffer very slightly in its bed.

We at once saw the impossibility of removing so great a weight. Luckily, the sole fastenings of the lid

consisted of two sliding bolts. These we drew backtrembling and panting with anxiety. In an instant, a

treasure of incalculable value lay gleaming before us. As the rays of the lanterns fell within the pit, there

flashed upward a glow and a glare, from a confused heap of gold and of jewels, that absolutely dazzled our

I shall not pretend to describe the feelings with which I gazed. Amazement was, of course, predominant.

Legrand appeared exhausted with excitement, and spoke very few words. Jupiter's countenance wore, for

some minutes, as deadly a pallor as it is possible, in the nature of things, for any negro's visage to assume. He

seemed stupefiedthunderstricken. Presently he fell upon his knees in the pit, and burying his naked arms

up to the elbows in gold, let them there remain, as if enjoying the luxury of a bath. At length, with a deep

"And dis all cum ob de goolebug! de putty goolebug! the poor little goolebug, what I boosed in tat sabage

It became necessary, at last, that I should arouse both master and valet to the expediency of removing the

treasure. It was growing late, and it behooved us to make exertion, that we might get every thing housed

before daylight. It was difficult to say what should be done, and much time was spent in deliberationso

confused were the ideas of all. We, finally, lightened the box by removing two thirds of its contents, when we

were enabled, with some trouble, to raise it from the hole. The articles taken out were deposited among the

brambles, and the dog left to guard them, with strict orders from Jupiter neither, upon any pretence, to stir

from the spot, nor to open his mouth until our return. We then hurriedly made for home with the chest;

reaching the hut in safety, but after excessive toil, at one o'clock in the morning. Wore out as we were, it was

not in human nature to do more immediately. We rested until two, and had supper; starting for the hills

immediately afterward, armed with three stout sacks, which, by good lick, were upon the premises. A little

before four we arrived at the pit, divided the remainder of the booty, as equally as might be, among us, and,

leaving the wholes unfilled, again set out for the hut, at which, for the second time, we deposited our gold

burthens, just as the first faint streaks of the dawn gleamed from over the treetops in the East.

We were now thoroughly broken down; but the intense excitement of the time denied us repose. After an

unquiet slumber of some three or four hours' duration, we arose, as if by preconcert, to make examination of

The chest had been full to the brim, and we spent the whole day, and the greater part of the next night, in a

scrutiny of its contents. There had been nothing like order of arrangement. Every thing had been heaped in

promiscuously. Having assorted all with care, we found ourselves possessed of even vaster wealth than we

had at first supposed. In coin there was rather more than four hundred and fifty thousand dollarsestimating

the value of the pieces, as accurately as we could, by the tables of the period. There was not a particle of

silver. All was gold of antique date and of great varietyFrench, Spanish, and German money, with a few

English guineas, and some counters, of which we had never seen specimens before. There were several very

large and heavy coins, so worn that we could make nothing of their inscriptions. There was no American

money. The value of the jewels we found more difficulty in estimating. There were diamondssome of them

exceedingly large and finea hundred and ten in all, and not one of them small; eighteen rubies of

remarkable brilliancy;three hundred and ten emeralds, all very beautiful; and twentyone sapphires, with

an opal. These stones had all been broken from their settings and thrown loose in the chest. The settings

themselves which we picked out from among the other gold, appeared to have been beaten up with hammers,

as if to prevent identification. Besides all this, there was a vast quantity of solid gold ornaments; nearly two

hundred massive finger and earrings; rich chainsthirty of these, if I remember; eightythree very large

and heavy crucifixes; five gold censers of great value; a prodigious golden punchbowl, ornamented with

richly chased vineleaves and Bacchanalian figures; with two swordhandles exquisitely embossed, and

many other smaller articles which I cannot recollect. The weight of these valuables exceeded three hundred

and fifty pounds avoirdupois; and in this estimate I have not included one hundred and ninety seven superb

gold watches; three of the number being worth each five hundred dollars, if one. Many of them were very

old, and as timekeepers valueless; the works having suffered, more or less, from corrosionbut all were

richly jewelled and in cases of great worth. We estimated the entire contents of the chest, that night, as a

million and a half of dollars, and upon the subsequent disposal of the trinkets and jewels (a few being

retained for our own use), it was found that we had greatly undervalued the treasure.

When, at length, we had concluded our examination, and the intense excitement of the time had, in some

measure, subsided, Legrand, who saw that I was dying with impatience for a solution of this most

extraordinary riddle, entered into a full detail of all the circumstances connected with it.

"You remember," said he, "the night when I handed you the rough sketch I had made of the scarabaeus. You

recollect also, that I became quite vexed at you for insisting that my drawing resembled a death'shead.

When you first made this assertion I thought you were jesting; but afterward I called to mind the peculiar

spots on the back of the insect, and admitted to myself that your remark had some little foundation in fact.

Still, the sneer at my graphic powers irritated mefor I am considered a good artistand, therefore, when

you handed me the scrap of parchment, I was about to crumple it up and throw it angrily into the fire."

"No; it had much of the appearance of paper, and at first I supposed it to be such, but when I came to draw

upon it, I discovered it at once to be a piece of very thin parchment. It was quite dirty, you remember. Well,

as I was in the very act of crumpling it up, my glance fell upon the sketch at which you had been looking, and

you may imagine my astonishment when I perceived, in fact, the figure of a death'shead just where, it

seemed to me, I had made the drawing of the beetle. For a moment I was too much amazed to think with

accuracy. I knew that my design was very different in detail from thisalthough there was a certain

similarity in general outline. Presently I took a candle, and seating myself at the other end of the room,

proceeded to scrutinize the parchment more closely. Upon turning it over, I saw my own sketch upon the

reverse, just as I had made it. My first idea, now, was mere surprise at the really remarkable similarity of

outlineat the singular coincidence involved in the fact that, unknown to me, there should have been a skull

upon the other side of the parchment, immediately beneath my figure of the scarabaeus, and that this skull,

not only in outline, but in size, should so closely resemble my drawing. I say the singularity of this

coincidence absolutely stupefied me for a time. This is the usual effect of such coincidences. The mind

struggles to establish a connectiona sequence of causes and effectand, being unable to do so, suffers a

species of temporary paralysis. But, when I recovered from this stupor, there dawned upon me gradually a

conviction which startled me even far more than the coincidence. I began distinctly, positively, to remember

that there had been no drawing upon the parchment when I made my sketch of the scarabaeus. I became

perfectly certain of this; for I recollected turning up first one side and then the other, in search of the cleanest

spot. Had the skull been then there, of course I could not have failed to notice it. Here was indeed a mystery

which I felt it impossible to explain; but, even at that early moment, there seemed to glimmer, faintly, within

the most remote and secret chambers of my intellect, a glowwormlike conception of that truth which last

night's adventure brought to so magnificent a demonstration. I arose at once, and putting the parchment

"When you had gone, and when Jupiter was fast asleep, I betook myself to a more methodical investigation of

the affair. In the first place I considered the manner in which the parchment had come into my possession.

The spot where we discovered the scarabaeus was on the coast of the mainland, about a mile eastward of the

island, and but a short distance above highwater mark. Upon my taking hold of it, it gave me a sharp bite,

which caused me to let it drop. Jupiter, with his accustomed caution, before seizing the insect, which had

flown toward him, looked about him for a leaf, or something of that nature, by which to take hold of it. It was

at this moment that his eyes, and mine also, fell upon the scrap of parchment, which I then supposed to be

paper. It was lying half buried in the sand, a corner sticking up. Near the spot where we found it, I observed

the remnants of the hull of what appeared to have been a ship's longboat. The wreck seemed to have been

there for a very great while; for the resemblance to boat timbers could scarcely be traced.

"Well, Jupiter picked up the parchment, wrapped the beetle in it, and gave it to me. Soon afterwards we

turned to go home, and on the way met Lieutenant G. I showed him the insect, and he begged me to let

him take it to the fort. Upon my consenting, he thrust it forthwith into his waistcoat pocket, without the

parchment in which it had been wrapped, and which I had continued to hold in my hand during his

inspection. Perhaps he dreaded my changing my mind, and thought it best to make sure of the prize at

onceyou know how enthusiastic he is on all subjects connected with Natural History. At the same time,

without being conscious of it, I must have deposited the parchment in my own pocket.

"You remember that when I went to the table, for the purpose of making a sketch of the beetle, I found no

paper where it was usually kept. I looked in the drawer, and found none there. I searched my pockets, hoping

to find an old letter, when my hand fell upon the parchment. I thus detail the precise mode in which it came

"No doubt you will think me fancifulbut I had already established a kind of connection. I had put together

two links of a great chain. There was a boat lying upon the seacoast, and not far from the boat was a

parchmentnot a paperwith a skull depicted on it. You will, of course, ask `where is the connection?' I

reply that the skull, or death'shead, is the wellknown emblem of the pirate. The flag of the death'shead is

"I have said that the scrap was parchment, and not paper. Parchment is durablealmost imperishable.

Matters of little moment are rarely consigned to parchment; since, for the mere ordinary purposes of drawing

or writing, it is not nearly so well adapted as paper. This reflection suggested some meaningsome

relevancyin the death'shead. I did not fail to observe, also, the form of the parchment. Although one of its

corners had been, by some accident, destroyed, it could be seen that the original form was oblong. It was just

such a slip, indeed, as might have been chosen for a memorandumfor a record of something to be long

"But," I interposed, "you say that the skull was not upon the parchment when you made the drawing of the

beetle. How then do you trace any connection between the boat and the skullsince this latter, according to

your own admission, must have been designed (God only knows how or by whom) at some period

"Ah, hereupon turns the whole mystery; although the secret, at this point, I had comparatively little difficulty

in solving. My steps were sure, and could afford a single result. I reasoned, for example, thus: When I drew

the scarabaeus, there was no skull apparent upon the parchment. When I had completed the drawing I gave it

to you, and observed you narrowly until you returned it. You, therefore, did not design the skull, and no one

else was present to do it. Then it was not done by human agency. And nevertheless it was done.

"At this stage of my reflections I endeavored to remember, and did remember, with entire distinctness, every

incident which occurred about the period in question. The weather was chilly (oh, rare and happy accident!),

and a fire was blazing upon the hearth. I was heated with exercise and sat near the table. You, however, had

drawn a chair close to the chimney. Just as I placed the parchment in your hand, and as you were in the act of

inspecting it, Wolf, the Newfoundland, entered, and leaped upon your shoulders. With your left hand you

caressed him and kept him off, while your right, holding the parchment, was permitted to fall listlessly

between your knees, and in close proximity to the fire. At one moment I thought the blaze had caught it, and

was about to caution you, but, before I could speak, you had withdrawn it, and were engaged in its

examination. When I considered all these particulars, I doubted not for a moment that heat had been the agent

in bringing to light, upon the parchment, the skull which I saw designed upon it. You are well aware that

chemical preparations exist, and have existed time out of mind, by means of which it is possible to write upon

either paper or vellum, so that the characters shall become visible only when subjected to the action of fire.

Zaffre, digested in aqua regia, and diluted with four times its weight of water, is sometimes employed; a

green tint results. The regulus of cobalt, dissolved in spirit of nitre, gives a red. These colors disappear at

longer or shorter intervals after the material written upon cools, but again become apparent upon the

"I now scrutinized the death'shead with care. Its outer edgesthe edges of the drawing nearest the edge of

the vellumwere far more distinct than the others. It was clear that the action of the caloric had been

imperfect or unequal. I immediately kindled a fire, and subjected every portion of the parchment to a glowing

heat. At first, the only effect was the strengthening of the faint lines in the skull; but, upon persevering in the

experiment, there became visible, at the corner of the slip, diagonally opposite to the spot in which the

death'shead was delineated, the figure of what I at first supposed to be a goat. A closer scrutiny, however,

"Ha! ha!" said I, "to be sure I have no right to laugh at youa million and a half of money is to serious a

matter for mirthbut you are not about to establish a third link in your chainyou will not find any especial

connection between your pirates and a goatpirates, you know, have nothing to do with goats; they

"Pretty much, but not altogether," said Legrand. "You may have heard of one Captain Kidd. I at once looked

upon the figure of the animal as a kind of punning or hieroglyphical signature. I say signature; because its

position upon the vellum suggested this idea. The death'shead at the corner diagonally opposite, had, in the

same manner, the air of a stamp, or seal. But I was sorely put out by the absence of all elseof the body to

"Something of that kind. The fact is, I felt irresistibly impressed with a presentiment of some vast good

fortune impending. I can scarcely say why. Perhaps, after all, it was rather a desire than an actual belief;but

do you know that Jupiter's silly words, about the bug being of solid gold, had a remarkable effect upon my

fancy? And then the series of accidents and coincidencesthese were so very extraordinary. Do you observe

how mere an accident it was that these events should have occurred upon the sole day of all the year in which

it has been, or may be sufficiently cool for fire, and that without the fire, or without the intervention of the

dog at the precise moment in which he appeared, I should never have become aware of the death'shead, and

"Well; you have heard, of course, the many stories currentthe thousand vague rumors afloat about money

buried, somewhere upon the Atlantic coast, by Kidd and his associates. These rumors must have had some

foundation in fact. And that the rumors have existed so long and so continuous, could have resulted, it

appeared to me, only from the circumstance of the buried treasure still remaining entombed. Had Kidd

concealed his plunder for a time, and afterward reclaimed it, the rumors would scarcely have reached us in

their presently unvarying form. You will observe that the stories told are all about moneyseekers, not about

moneyfinders. Had the pirate recovered his money, there the affair would have dropped. It seemed to me

that some accidentsay the loss of a memorandum indicating its localityhad deprived him of the means

of recovering it, and that this accident had become known to his followers, who otherwise might never have

heard that treasure had been concealed at all, and who, busying themselves in vain, because unguided,

attempts to regain it, had given first birth, and then universal currency, to the reports which are now so

common. Have you ever heard of any important treasure being unearthed along the coast?"

"But that Kidd's accumulations were immense, is well known. I took it for granted, therefore, that the earth

still held them; and you will scarcely be surprised when I tell you that I felt a hope, nearly amounting to

certainty, that the parchment so strangely found involved a lost record of the place of deposit."

"I held the vellum again to the fire, after increasing the heat, but nothing appeared. I now thought it possible

that the coating of dirt might have something to do with the failure: so I carefully rinsed the parchment by

pouring warm water over it, and, having done this, I placed it in a tin pan, with the skull downward, and put

the pan upon a furnace of lighted charcoal. In a few minutes, the pan having become thoroughly heated, I

removed the slip, and, to my inexpressible joy, found it spotted, in several places, with what appeared to be

figures arranged in lines. Again I placed it in the pan, and suffered it to remain another minute. Upon taking it

Here Legrand, having reheated the parchment, submitted it to my inspection. The following characters were

"But," said I, returning him the slip, "I am as much in the dark as ever. Were all the jewels of Golconda

awaiting me upon my solution of this enigma, I am quite sure that I should be unable to earn them."

"And yet, "said Legrand, "the solution is by no means so difficult as you might be led to imagine from the

first hasty inspection of the characters. These characters, as any one might readily guess, form a cipherthat

is to say, they convey a meaning; but then from what is known of Kidd, I could not suppose him capable of

constructing any of the more abstruse cryptographs. I made up my mind, at once, that this was of a simple

speciessuch, however, as would appear to the crude intellect of the sailor, absolutely insoluble without the

"Readily; I have solved others of an abstruseness ten thousand times greater. Circumstances, and a certain

bias of mind, have led me to take interest in such riddles, and it may well be doubted whether human

ingenuity can construct an enigma of the kind which human ingenuity may not, by proper application,

resolve. In fact, having once established connected and legible characters, I scarcely gave a thought to the

"In the present caseindeed in all cases of secret writingthe first question regards the language of the

cipher; for the principles of solution, so far, especially, as the more simple ciphers are concerned, depend

upon and are varied by, the genius of the particular idiom. In general, there is no alternative but experiment

(directed by probabilities) of every tongue known to him who attempts the solution, until the true one be

attained. But, with the cipher now before us all difficulty was removed by the signature. The pun upon the

word `Kidd' is appreciable in no other language than the English. But for this consideration I should have

begun my attempts with the Spanish and French, as the tongues in which a secret of this kind would most

naturally have been written by a pirate of the Spanish main. As it was, I assumed the cryptograph to be

"You observe there are no divisions between the words. Had there been divisions the task would have been

comparatively easy. In such cases I should have commenced with a collation and analysis of the shorter

words, and, had a word of a single letter occurred, as is most likely (a or I, for example), I should have

considered the solution as assured. But, there being no division, my first step was to ascertain the

predominant letters, as well as the least frequent. Counting all, I constructed a table thus:

"Now, in English, the letter which most frequently occurs is e. Afterward, the succession runs thus: a o i d h n

r s t u y c f g l m w b k p q x z. E predominates so remarkably, that an individual sentence of any length is

"Here, then, we have, in the very beginning, the groundwork for something more than a mere guess. The

general use which may be made of the table is obviousbut, in this particular cipher, we shall only very

partially require its aid. As our predominant character is 8, we will commence by assuming it as the e of the

natural alphabet. To verify the supposition, let us observe it the 8 be seen often in couplesfor e is doubled

with great frequency in Englishin such words, for example, as `meet,' `fleet,' `speed,' `seen,' `been,' `agree,'

etc. In the present instance we see it doubled no less than five times, although the cryptograph is brief.

"Let us assume 8, then, as e. Now, of all words in the language, `the' is most usual; let us see, therefore,

whether there are not repetitions of any three characters, in the same order of collocation, the last of them

being 8. If we discover a repetition of such letters, so arranged, they will most probably represent the word

`the.' Upon inspection, we find no less than seven such arrangements, the characters being ;48. We may,

therefore, assume that ; represents t, 4 represents h, and 8 represents ethe last being now well confirmed.

"But, having established a single word, we are enabled to establish a vastly important point; that is to say,

several commencements and terminations of other words. Let us refer, for example, to the last instance but

one, in which the combination ;48 occursnot far from the end of the cipher. We know that the ;

immediately ensuing is the commencement of a word, and, of the six characters succeeding this `the,' we are

cognizant of no less than five. Let us set these characters down, thus, by the letters we know them to

"Here we are enabled, at once, to discard the `th,' as forming no portion of the word commencing with the

first t; since, by experiment of the entire alphabet for a letter adapted to the vacancy, we perceive that no

and, going through the alphabet, if necessary, as before, we arrive at the word `tree,' as the sole possible

reading. We thus gain another letter, r, represented by (, with the words `the tree' in juxtaposition.

"Looking beyond these words, for a short distance, we again see the combination ;48, and employ it by way

"Now, if, in place of the unknown characters, we leave blank spaces, or substitute dots, we read thus:

when the word `through' makes itself evident at once. But this discovery gives us three new letters, o, u, and

"Looking now, narrowly, through the cipher for combinations of known characters, we find, not very far from

which, plainly, is the conclusion of the word `degree,' and gives us another letter, d, represented by +.

"Translating the known characters, and representing the unknown by dots, as before, we read thus:

an arrangement immediately suggestive of the word `thirteen,' and again furnishing us with two new

which assures us that the first letter is A, and that the first two words are `A good.'

"It is now time that we arrange our key, as far as discovered, in a tabular form, to avoid confusion. It will

"We have, therefore, no less than eleven of the most important letters represented, and it will be unnecessary

to proceed with the details of the solution. I have said enough to convince you that ciphers of this nature are

readily soluble, and to give you some insight into the rationale of their development. But be assured that the

specimen before us appertains to the very simplest species of cryptograph. It now only remains to give you

the full translation of the characters upon the parchment, as unriddled. Here it is:

"`A good glass in the bishop's hostel in the devil's seat fortyone degrees and thirteen minutes northeast and

by north main branch seventh limb east side shoot from the left eye of the death'shead a beeline from the

"But," said I, "the enigma seems still in as bad a condition as ever. How is it possible to extort a meaning

from all this jargon about `devil's seats,' `death'sheads,' and `bishop's hostels'?"

"I confess," replied Legrand, "that the matter still wears a serious aspect, when regarded with a casual glance.

My first endeavor was to divide the sentence into the natural division intended by the cryptographist."

"I reflected that it had been a point with the writer to run his words together without division, so as to

increase the difficulty of solution. Now, a not overacute man, in pursuing such an object, would be nearly

certain to overdo the matter. When, in the course of his composition, he arrived at a break in his subject

which would naturally require a pause, or a point, he would be exceedingly apt to run his characters, at this

place, more than usually close together. If you will observe the MS., in the present instance, you will easily

detect five such cases of unusual crowding. Acting upon this hint, I made the division thus:

"`A good glass in the bishop's hostel in the devil's seatfortyone degrees and thirteen minutesnortheast

and by northmain branch seventh limb east sideshoot from the left eye of the death'sheada beeline

"It left me also in the dark," replied Legrand, "for a few days; during which I made diligent inquiry, in the

neighborhood of Sullivan's Island, for any building which went by the name of the `Bishop's Hotel'; for, of

course, I dropped the obsolete word `hostel.' Gaining no information on the subject, I was on the point of

extending my sphere of search, and proceeding in a more systematic manner, when, one morning, it entered

into my head, quite suddenly, that this `Bishop's Hostel' might have some reference to an old family, of the

name of Bessop, which, time out of mind, had held possession of an ancient manorhouse, about four miles

to the northward of the island. I accordingly went over to the plantation, and reinstituted my inquiries

among the older negroes of the place. At length one of the most aged of the women said that she had heard of

such a place as Bessop's Castle, and thought that she could guide me to it, but that it was not a castle, nor a

"I offered to pay her well for her trouble, and, after some demur, she consented to accompany me to the spot.

We found it without much difficulty, when, dismissing her, I proceeded to examine the place. The `castle'

consisted of an irregular assemblage of cliffs and rocksone of the latter being quite remarkable for its

height as well as for its insulated and artificial appearance. I clambered to its apex, and then felt much at a

"While I was busied in reflection, my eyes fell upon a narrow ledge in the eastern face of the rock, perhaps a

yard below the summit upon which I stood. This ledge projected about eighteen inches, and was not more

than a foot wide, while a niche in the cliff just above it gave it a rude resemblance to one of the

hollowbacked chairs used by our ancestors. I made no doubt that here was the `devil'sseat' alluded to in the

"The `good glass,' I knew, could have reference to nothing but a telescope; for the word `glass' is rarely

employed in any other sense by seamen. Now here, I at once saw, was a telescope to be used, and a definite

point of view, admitting no variation, from which to use it. Nor did I hesitate to believe that the phrases,

`fortyone degrees and thirteen minutes,' and `northeast and by north,' were intended as directions for the

levelling of the glass. Greatly excited by these discoveries, I hurried home, procured a telescope, and returned

"I let myself down to the ledge, and found that it was impossible to retain a seat upon it except in one

particular position. This fact confirmed my preconceived idea. I proceeded to use the glass. Of course, the

`fortyone degrees and thirteen minutes' could allude to nothing but elevation above the visible horizon, since

the horizontal direction was clearly indicated by the words, `northeast and by north.' This latter direction I at

once established by means of a pocketcompass; then, pointing the glass as nearly at an angle of fortyone

degrees of elevation as I could do it by guess, I moved it cautiously up or down, until my attention was

arrested by a circular rift or opening in the foliage of a large tree that overtopped its fellows in the distance. In

the centre of this rift I perceived a white spot, but could not, at first, distinguish what it was. Adjusting the

focus of the telescope, I again looked, and now made it out to be a human skull.

"Upon this discovery I was so sanguine as to consider the enigma solved; for the phrase `main branch,

seventh limb, east side,' could refer only to the position of the skull upon the tree, while `shoot from the left

eye of the death'shead' admitted, also, of but one interpretation, in regard to a search for a buried treasure. I

perceived that the design was to drop a bullet from the left eye of the skull, and that a beeline, or, in other

words, a straight line, drawn from the nearest point of the trunk through `the shot' (or the spot where the

bullet fell), and thence extended to a distance of fifty feet, would indicate a definite pointand beneath this

"All this," I said, "is exceedingly clear, and, although ingenious, still simple and explicit. When you left the

"Why, having carefully taken the bearings of the tree, I turned homeward. The instant that I left `the

devil'sseat,' however, the circular rift vanished; nor could I get a glimpse of it afterward, turn as I would.

What seems to me the chief ingenuity in this whole business, is the fact (for repeated experiment has

convinced me it is a fact) that the circular opening in question is visible from no other attainable point of

"In this expedition to the `Bishop's Hotel' I had been attended by Jupiter, who had, no doubt, observed, for

some weeks past, the abstraction of my demeanor, and took especial care not to leave me alone. But, on the

next day, getting up very early, I contrived to give him the slip, and went into the hills in search of the tree.

After much toil I found it. When I came home at night my valet proposed to give me a flogging. With the rest

"I suppose," said I, "you missed the spot, in the first attempt at digging, through Jupiter's stupidity in letting

"Precisely. This mistake made a difference of about two inches and a half in the `shot'that is to say, in the

position of the peg nearest the tree; and had the treasure been beneath the `shot,' the error would have been of

little moment; but `the shot,' together with the nearest point of the tree, were merely two points for the

establishment of a line of direction; of course the error, however trivial in the beginning, increased as we

proceeded with the line, and by the time we had gone fifty feet threw us quite off the scent. But for my

deepseated impressions that treasure was here somewhere actually buried, we might have had all our labor

"But you grandiloquence, and your conduct in swinging the beetlehow excessively odd! I was sure you

were mad. And why did you insist upon letting fall the bug, instead of a bullet, from the skull?"

"Why, to be frank, I felt somewhat annoyed by your evident suspicions touching my sanity, and so resolved

to punish you quietly, in my own way, by a little bit of sober mystification. For this reason I swung the

beetle, and for this reason I let it fall from the tree. An observation of yours about its great weight suggested

"Yes, I perceive; and now there is only one point which puzzles me. What are we to make of the skeletons

"That is a question I am no more able to answer than yourself. There seems, however, only one plausible way

of accounting for themand yet it is dreadful to believe in such atrocity as my suggestion would imply. It is

clear that Kiddif Kidd indeed secreted this treasure, which I doubt notit is clear that he must have had

assistance in the labor. But this labor concluded, he may have thought it expedient to remove all participants

in his secret. Perhaps a couple of blows with a mattock were sufficient, while his coadjutors were busy in the