brother's instructions. The commissary asked her why she was burning
certain articles; she said she was obeying her brother's last
directions. When asked what those articles were she boldly answered,
without attempting to deceive: "A foulard, a shawl, a cambric
handkerchief, and the handkerchief now captured." The latter had
belonged to her brother.

This discovery and its attendant circumstances made a great stir in
Limoges. The shawl, more especially, confirmed the belief that
Tascheron had committed this crime in the interests of some love
affair.

"He protects that woman after his death," said one lady, hearing of
these last discoveries, rendered harmless by the criminal's
precautions.

"There may be some husband in Limoges who will miss his foulard," said
the _procureur-du-roi_, with a laugh, "but he will not dare speak of
it."

"These matters of dress are really so compromising," said old Madame
Perret, "that I shall make a search through my wardrobe this very
evening."

"Whose pretty little footmarks could he have taken such pains to
efface while he left his own?" said Monsieur de Grandville.

"Pooh! I dare say she was an ugly woman," said the _procureur-du-roi_.

"She has paid dearly for her sin," observed the Abbe de Grancour.