A Servant of Satan: Romantic Career of Prado the Assassin — page 94: what you’re looking at

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{a A SERVANT OF SATAN. ‘Quick! For Heaven’s sake! Run for a doctor! Mad- am is very ul. She is in a fit!” exclaimed he, wringing his hands. CHAPTER IX, ARRESTED. Two nights afterward, as Frederick was seated at dinner in the large dining-room of the Cafe Riche, two well dressed men walked up to his table and informed him that they had a warrant for his arrest on a charge of haying mur- dered the demi-mondaine, Rose Hartmann. It is needless to recount the weary formalities and inter- rogatories to which Frederick was subjected during the next few weeks. He was, however, clever enough to evade all attempts made to discover his real identity, and was en- couraged by his lawyer to believe that his conviction on the evidence which had been obtained spent him would be a matter of great difficulty. A month later the trial was opened with due form and ceremony. As soon as the judges—dressed in their scarlet robes lined with ermine—had taken their seats, immediately under the life-like picture of the Crucifixion which forms so striking a feature of every French court of justice, the prisoner was led in between two ‘‘Gardes de Paris,” and was conducted to his place in the dock. The court-room was comparatively empty, popular interest at that moment being centered in the courts-martial which were being held at Versailles on the various leaders of the Commune. After again stating in reply to the inquiries of the president that his name was Frederick Wolff, and that he was of Austrian origin, although born in London, his indictment was read. It charged him with having administered a poisonous dose of morphia to his mistress a femme galante of the name of comicbooks.com | “e. a rw ei, ©, Pa ry ae: —a* >! ee we Men