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POISONED GRAPES OF DIABOLICAL LANDRU, FRENCH BLUEBEARD, KILLED UNINTENDED VICTIM, BUT HE LAUGHED AT MISTAKI UNTOUCHED BY NEWS OF WOMAN'S DEATH, HE WOOS ANOTHER Full of Attention and Fascinating Ways, Arch Criminal laic love the Same Evening to' Another Whose Slaying Ee Was Deliberately Planning. 7 / (By WILLIAM LE QUEUX. Famous Criminologist and Author of "The Fifth Finfar," "The Four Facet," "Tracked by Wireless," etc. Y ANDRVS early life is described by Mr. Le Queux K in the opening chapter of his story of the world's greatest love criminal. After years of petty atoindling, Landru turned his attention to victimizing women, making love to them, getting control of their property and then killing them. Mme. Cuchet was one of the first. Landru poisoned her and her son, Andre, in a villa rented with her money, set up a furnace ait& burned their bodies. He then turned his attention to luring other women to gruesome deaths by assuring them of his overwhelming devotion. , At the conclusion of last week's installment, Landru had just returned to his parlor from an adjoining room, where he had held a secret phone chat with an intended victim. There he found that two women visitors whom he had been entertaining had eaten some poisoned grapes. He had not intended that both should eat them, but he calmly said, "They were for you, ladies, take as many as you like." IT only occupied about ten minutes, for, knowing what be did, and realizing that no profit could ba made, it did not interest him. The only interest was what effect the eating of those grapes would have upon her, and whether his dastardly experiment?now a double one?would prove successful. On their return to where the little war widow awaited them Landru suggested that they should go out to the Caaino de Paris, which they did, occupying three fauteili in the front row. After meeting Marie Combes next afternoon, Landru re turned to his wife and family for the following five days, when, one morning, he called at the Rue des Petits-Champs, and there found a letter from Gabrielle Nadaud which, written in a shaky hand, read: I could not com* to m you ?n Wednesday, for I am very 111. The doctor says I have pneu monia. Do com* and see me.? ?abrielle." When Landru read It, he laugh ed grimly. Then aloud, he said: "I suppose It will be polite If I call. But I wonder bow the actress feels Just nowT" He took a taxi and waa aeon at Madame Nadaud'a. The door waa ?pened yb a nurse. "Madame la very 111 Indeed," she replied In a quiet, (rare voice. "The doctor was here half-an-hour ?CO. She Is delirious, and he has ordered that nobody* shall see her." "But what has happened T~ asked Landru In pretended dismay and surprise. . "She is suffering from a most virulent form of pneumonia," re plied the nurse. "Doctor Brunet has, I believe, rery little hope for her recovery." Landru assumed a most (rare attitude, then, telling the nurse that he Intended to telephone from time to time to make Inquiry, he turned away?at heart very well ?atlsfled with the result of his dastardly action. After that he made Inquiries over the telephone three times each day, as though solicitous of the poor woman's welfare. Each report was to the effect that she was rapidly growing worse, re ports which gave secret satisfac tion to the callous criminal, who carried In his pocket the assign ment of the doomed woman's ef fects. For eight da^e she hovered be tween life and death. The crucial hours were fast approaching. On the ninth day Landru called at his "nest of love" In the Rue dee Petits-Champs and telephoned to the nurse In breathless eager ness. In reply to his Inquiry came the Words: "I am delighted to tell you, m'sleur, that Madame took a turn for the better at midnight, and Doctor Brunet now says that with great care she will recover." Tjindru put up the receiver, and then uttered a fierce Imprecation. His villainous experiment had fail ed, and unless he murdered the war widow fcy other means, her posses sions must still remalh In her own hands. To sell her furniture and hand her the proceeds was not Landru'? plan. He always took all ?or nothing. He divided with no body. Just as he trusted nobody, and neyer took a soul Into his con fidence. The great secret of his success as a criminal assassin was that he had no accomplices. Just as the success of the burglar Charles Peace was due. It was I-andru's maxim that an aooomplloe always, sooner or later, brought suspicion, exposure, and arrest. Tea roinutee after he had learn ,n ?^??taring the bacteria of pneumonia to little Madame Nadaud. be took a taxi and (trove out to Courbevoie, for Madame Juvanon did not eubecrlbe to the telephone. On ascending to the flat, which was on the Qua! overlooking the Seine, ^he door was opened by a -Hm girl in black, who. in response to hla Inquiry, replied: "I much regret, m'sleur, but a very sad event has occurred here. My alater died of double pneu monia yesterday!" Landru held up his hands In pre tended amazement and horror. Then, without a word, he turned upon his heel and descended to the street. He had killed the wrong woman! That same evening, in conse quence of a telegram he aent to Marie Combea. he called upon her In the Rue de Basaano. attired In his dinner-jacket, which Parisians call "smoking." with a flower in his buttonhole, and spent a very pleasant two houra with her from 8 o'clock,till 19, stretching himself In a big armchair and smoking his "L*urens" cigarettes, which he constantly consumed. The great criminal waa full of at tentions and fascinating ways, for he was anxious to make an impres sion upon the woman he waa woo ing, so tbat the red-lipped, divorced wife of the hotel-keaper of Bfeau vala fell entirely beneath his Influ enee. The peculiar eyea of tha* dark-bearded man of mystery stood wide open. They seldom flickered, and In them was always a atrange expression aa though of eager curi osity. At his suggestion at about 10 o'clock, the pair drove In a taxi to the Grand Ckfe, where he al ways delighted In the music, and upon one of the red plush lounges they sat together, enjoying their coffee, Madame Combea feeling that at last she had met her Ideul man. Landru waa quick to aee that he had made another may eonqueet. He had already ascer tained that, in addition to the worn ? saying she had a further alx thousand franca inverted in the British war loan, for after her divorce she had lived In London for eight months. So, even aa he eat there listening to the music snd chatting with her, he was con templating how to get poaaaaalon of her money. The abnormal criminal waa a man of inaldlous conspiracy, full of craft and cunning that waa diaboli cal and an Intuition that waa un erring. As the orcheatra played Btaet's "Petit marl, petite fetnme." Lan dru, coolly confident of hla all Impelllng gifts, decided that she should he his next vlotlm. new that Madame Nadaud was recover* 'ng. He hesitated te again admin later to her deadly bacteria, aa. aa DIGGING FOR BODIES AT VILLAIN'S LOVE NEST r i The Paris police digging up the garden of L&ndru'i "love neat" in a search for bones of his victims. danger a)iead. The fact that ah* had recovered, while the red-halrrd actreea had died by pure accident, appeared to him to be an 111 omen. Therefore he thought It beat to turn hia attention to the woman who now aat ao happily at bla aide. Ha was bending to her, whisper ing aome tender worda Into her ready ear, when, of a sudden, hla quick, deep-aet eyea caught eight of the figure of a man entering the cafe by the door at the oppoalte end. Sight of the newcomer cauawlh him to atart. Indeed, a second later, he> hurriedly excused himself and, taking up his bar, placed a five-franc note upon the tabl?v tor the waiter, and slipped out. The tall, wrll-dreased man who had just entered was none other than Monaleur Friedman n. the brother-in-law of Madame Cuchet. And while Madame Combes sat wondering at her lorer's sudden disappearance, Landru waa making hia way with all spaed along the boulerard In the direction of the Opera. Hla victim's brother-in-law had written him a letter to Vernoufllet, demanding news of Madame Cu chet, and thta had been forwarded to a poste-restante tddrtu In Paris which he had given to the local postmaster. The letter, which he had received only that morning, was a very disquieting one. for Monsieur Krledmann declared that he would leave no stone unturned until he had discovered the where abouts of Madame Cuchet and her son, and concluded as follows: "Mv wife, on her last visit to her sister at 'The Lodge,' in your absence opened a trunk and there they found a number of motor licenses In different names to yours; a quantity of women's clothing, and a number of papers of identity concerning various women, together with some strange letters. What does It all mean? We must have an explanation. Both mother and son have disappeared, and you alone know where they are! If you still hide yourself, then I Intend to Invoke the aid of the police. I give you three days In which to reply!" CHAPTER ^.V. A Peep Into Bluebeard's Chamber. Whenever the amazing criminal Landru felt himself treading upan thin Ice, he acteOt with a bold audaclousnese quiet inconceivable. If danger threatened, be became calm. affecting an Injured Inno cence eo completely genuine as to at once dlaarm auaplclon. Hia ability to act aa though In per fect good faith and hoixaty carried him acroea many a pit fall Into which a leaa able crim inal would undoubtedly have fallen. The day following the receipt of Monsieur Krledmann'a letter, he called upon hia victim's brother-in-law, expressing his ex treme regret that he had been ab sent on business In Lyons?from which city, be It remembered, he wrote to the police at Man tee? and bad only Just returned. Monaleur Fried mann waa in anything but an amiable mood. His wife had long ago denounced Lapdru as an eecroc, and had urged her sister to leave him. lAitdrti knew that, and at once pointed out the fact to Monsieur Friedmann. v "I certainly do not like the tone of your letter," he told him frankly. "Madame Cuehet aad Andre have gone to London, prob ably Influenced by your wife. t ? J She hu left me, and I am de ?erted and desolate. And yet you Hem to Insinuate that I am a (windier! Tou apeak of the motor licences your wife found. Cartainly, I deal In motor-cars, and many license* pass through my hands. Surely you have known that fact." "But the women's clothes?" asked Monsieur Friedmann. "Oh! I have lots. I often buy the household goods of women, and frequently have boxes of clothing. Every dealer has." laughed Landru. "And the Identification papers of women? There were five in the trunk my wife examined, and soma letters. She showed them to Madame Cuchet." "Oh, I'm glad she did." said Landru. quite Imperturbed. "Women's papers often fall Into my handa, because, sometimes, when a women aella all her be longings, shs does so with an in tention of effacing her Identity. It Is don* In Paris daily. It is quits easy, as you know, to get fresh Identity papers?if you know the ropes." "Well. I am not at all satis FLAMBEAU PARTY TOURS BATTLEFIELDS . (Continued from First Page.) This wil the hill *h?r? the Doughboys got the name of "Devil Doga" from the Huna. for the Americana threw away their packa, and even their gaa maake, and when they loat their gun a, fought eavsgely with their flata. In the fighting on this hill, lasting three week* or more, conspicuous bravery was shown by the New England National . Guards, and others were the Twenty-eighth, the Forty-third, and the Twenty eeventh, besides the Twenty sixth artillery, and the Thirty seventh divisions. One of the FlamMau party had a son In the Thirty-seventh, who came eafely home. A War Memorial And now back to Chateau Thierry for a gllmpee of an Ameri can social oentsr there which Is doing good work, a war memorial, noneectarlan In Its benefits, though maintained by the Methodist Episcopal Church. The Rev. Julian S. Wadsworth, dl> rector, with }lrs. Wadsworth and a corp of assistants, maintains hsre the usual featuree at euoh a settle ment, with a trained nurse, creche or day nursery, educational classes, free circulating library and reading room, bealdee Boy Scouts, girls,' social club, war museum, and other recreation op portunities. "Leo Devoirs d? l'Amertque envers 1'Europe" la the title of an Intereatlng pamphlet by Dr. E. Blake, bishop of tha Methodist Church In France, who reminds ua that France came out of the war with a debt of fifty-three bintone of dollars, which makee It all the ?Mr* difficult for her to ?*lauin the philanthropic work needed. Captain Bisaafi, who kept tba bridge at Chateau Thierry, after ward came with hla bride on their honeymoon to the old town' again, and they stayed .at thla mission. Chateau Thierry le famous, too, as the birthplace of Jean de la Fontaine, the Wench poet and fable writer, concerning whom there are here many aaaociatlons. The Gateway to Parle ia the old name for Chateau Thierry, since long ago. After lunch in one of the re built rulne, we may go on by train to Rheima, an hour away, and tak ing motor again, we paaa through the Champaign country and Ep ernay, famed aa the center of the wine induetry, with under ground cellars eighteen milee long and 100 feet deep. So well did the kaiser like a certain brand of champagne that he ordered his men not to harm in any way the little village bearing Its name. Cathedral /? Ravaged There were in Hheima (0,000 peo ple before the war. and not sixty were left when it had been shat tared by the Germans. The great cathedral waa, of course, tha ob jective. but the shells hit right and left, everywhere but the cathedral. In front stood the beau tiful statue of Jeanne d'Are, which was never onee touched, though today the sword she carries Is a bit bent, memento of the troubled days ahe has seen. 8t. Jeanne, as of course she is now, having been canonised by the church, was the protectreaa of the cathedral, ao the plows French believe, and their prayers to her aaved the lovely old city from complete deatruction. Jeanne d'Arc waa alao believed to have tppttrtd hi the clouds to the French soldier*. leading them on to victory tn the final criala when things looked darkest. Now they are bravely restoring the cathedral, which, though hit many times, was not demolished, only ravaged. The shells wore thrown by machine (tins, from a German fort, Nougent la Beat, five miles away, while the French occupied the opposite hill. Fort do la Pom pelle, a ruined site, which the Flambeau party found very In teresting. No souvenirs are to be dlscov- ? ?red, unless you care for a bit of barbed wire, of which there Is an abundance, since It was here that the French barred the Germans from Rhelms with miles of barbed wire entanglements. But Flambeau, with his usual "bonheur," picked up a rusted and blood-stained German sword, which had lain for a kmc time In the dust somewhere near the small shack, where It was displayed for aale, along with postcards of the neighborhood. "Oomblen pour oela, monsieur?" "EM* francs. German t" with oontampt on tho "German." Other ? French souvenirs ware higher in price, such aa shells, guns and knives, but Flambeau was con tent, and he bring* home to Wash ington hi* German sword, nellc of the bloody fields of Rhelms. A Visit to Cathedral < ??????________ ' "Kamerad!" cried his French chauffeur In mock alarm, with ready wit, as Flambeau returned to the oar, brandtahlng tha sword fiercely. And new, a parting vlatt to the Cathedral, Ita walla atlll Intact, and only her* and (bare the bratena from the buraUng bom be. while the floor U ?till Uttered with wreck - here and there, which work men are clearing a* they restore the cathedral once more, dating from 1211. In front, salute brave Jeanne d'Arc, who never forsook her position of guard, and recall that we have today In Washing ton a replica of this beautiful monument, erected last winter In Meridian Hill Park, Sixteenth street, by patriotic French women of America. And In Paris, also. Is another replica of this great statue by the late Paul Dubois, leading French sculptor. Tomorrow we will go to Ver sailles to virit the old palaces there, and especially to see the Hall of Mirrors, where the peace treaty was signed, and we will torn] the lovely parks, the old fores' and stop at the mill where the unJ lucky Queen Marie Antoinette amused herself by playing pea ant. Then, In store for the Fls beau party In Paris lies a granj surprise, the reception they w!| receive from the artists whep tl Invitation of The Waahingtc Times Is announced to visit on Capital city next winter and e] htblt there. ? ????? But, first, read with Vlctj Flambeau this touching tribuj In a British newspaper pifkj up by accident, and rememl you who have lost a son, brother, a lover. In the war, th others today mourn with y^ that the world la more sad tt: ever before; that Europe la now so gay though always Just | beautiful: "IN MEMORIAM.'' N. Ill ?Ok. tor tk? touch d mmd IKg mw4 e I Ihst (i iMIL'" MISTAKE KILLED WRONG WOMAN rjlWO women admirers of Landru visited the / Bluebeard, and; while he was answering the phone in an adjoining room, ate some grapes they found on the table. The grapes were poisoned ?filled with pneumonia bacteria. One of the women held considerable property? the other not enough to interest Landru. A few days later both were suffering with pneu monia. Landru pretended great interest in their welfare. . ? ... Of the rich woman the doctor said to Landru: "I am delighted to tell you, m'sieur, that madame took a turn for the better and will likely recover." Of the poor woman whose death Landru did not plan, her sister said: "I much regret, m'sieur, but a very sad event has occured here. My sister died of double pheumonia yesterday!" Landru had killed the wrong woman. fled," declared Monsieur Fried niann, whom I later on inter viewed, and learned of this con vereatloa. "If Madame Cuchet had goie to London ahe would certain!- ihave written to her ?later." "No, Cj don't think ahe would," declared; the clever criminal. "You d< not know the secret that I leant only ten days before she let)me?that she was an a rent d the contra-eaplonage de partmert of the ministry of war. She tok me so in strictest confi 1 now only betray of your allegations ne. I tell you that Cuchet a Ad her son have London as secret It orders of the mln ler to follow a woman is left Pari* for London.fit is because of that I am confjent of their return." This i*tement appealed to Mon aieur Ftedmann. He confessed to me thg Landru, though sus pected torn the very beginning, cleverly adopted such an attitude of injund innocence that event ually hewithdrew his threat, and begged )rgiveness from him for having i ritten that letter. Landri departed in high spirits. Next c y he motored to Mantes, where h called at the bureau of police, a >loglsed for his absence, and aukq If they desired to ques further regarding the fi^n his chimney of which tion hinj smoke fi neighborJhad complained. Again is great crlipinal. by his franknes and good humor, dis armed i spicion, and later he spent a: hour or so at "The Lodge," t VernoulUet, of which he had ] pt the key. The scene of his rimes, as he walked through the small rooms, was stuffy a ! unwholesome. On the dlnlng-rc m table there still stood a vase o brown, faded flowers. But b cleared them off with a hard, dlWordant laugh, and taking them in? the garden, flung them Into tfee ash-pit. The? he went around the house, btslly placing It in order, remov bg the dust with an i old towel ilcb he took from the kitchen, e was preparing the house of ith to receive yet another vie m! He worked at cleaning up the ilace till duak, and then, racing k to Neullly In his car, he spent he night quietly with his wife and mily. For four days he remained with hem, his brain busily plotting. ien, telling Madame Landru that ;he was compelled to travel on busi ness to Blarrlts, he left and re turned to his "neat of love," mur der again written In his heart. The police who patrolled the little town of VernoulUet, under the police of Mantes, were quite satisfied with his explanations re garding the smoke, therefore, the way was open for the middle-aged South American widow, Madame Labord-Llne, or "Bresll," as he termed her in his famous notebook. A week after his return to "The Lodge" he called upon her In his car and took her motoring out to Fontalnebleau, where they lanched at the Hotel de France, and then strolled Into the historic Palace, nearly opposite. 8he knew him as Monsieur Cuchet?for he had actually had the audacity to adopt the name of the woman he had murdered! On the following day she went to the Rue dee Petlts Champs, when he persuaded her to hand over all her furniture for him to dispose of, assuring her that he oould at the moment obtain very high price* for her. And she.y under the influence of hla charm ing peraonallty, foolishly believed him. Two days later he sold the lot to a dealer at Batlgnollee. The day after he Invited her out to spend the week-end In his little trou at Vemoullfet. The day was the lBth of June On the llth there remained no tmoe of her, and none haa ever been discovered. But It waa proved that hla profit waa about ?57??t*ltry mm, surely, for a woman's life! Aa I study the mass of reports In those formidable dossiers, which would take months to read svery Word, I have come to the conclu ' sion that be- was rather taken by the South American widow. By some means she had attracted him, 1 for he had kept In touch with her for an unusually long space of tlnM. Briefly I tell my readers, with out fear of contradiction, for my assertion is supported by facts which came to the knowledge of the Surete after the trial at Versailles, that on the very n^ight that Madame Labord-Line stepped from the arch assassin's car Jn the narrow street of Ver nouillet, she fell dead In that same little salle-a-manger in which Mme. Cuchet and her son had writhed in their death agonies. Landru used the same poison as before, and at 2 o'clock that morn ing he placed the body of his vie time in the swift-running Ooiae rivar. whence nearly a year after wards the remains were recovered five miles away and buried as a 4 person im known. At the trial, the disappearance ^ of this lady was never cleared up i to. the satisfaction of the court. There were many conflicting state ments, but the fact nevertheless remained?a fact we now know? that Landru, having sold her pos sessions. kept her papers of Identi ty among his effects. Why, no body can tell. I But while Landru was toyinj with the affections of the South American lady, he bad been mak ing ardent pretense of love for a certain elderly but low-bred woman callod Guillln. Landru, though threatened by ' Monsieur Friedmann and suspect ed by the police, was utterly de fiant. for he had put In one of the Paris dally journals an advertise jpant which read: "SINGLE gentleman, aged forty five, possessed of an lncomp of four hundred pounds a year, desire* trf I marry a quiet and homely lady with corresponding Income." I Madame GullUo, who. answered this advertisement, was over fifty, short, stout, and not over prepos sesslng. But she possessed eight hundred pounds, which had been left her by a family at Melun. In Which she had been for many years housekeeper. It was not much, but It was much more than Landru had pre viously made out of his heartless and well-planned crimes. They met, and Madame Guillln wu quickly conquered by his sweat and high ly refined attitude. The first meeting took place at Madame GuilUn's flat In the Rue ' Croaatler, and next day Madame called at Bluebeard's cozy apart ment In the Rue das Petite-Champs, where the dastardly trap had al ready been laid. In his note-book, In which he recorded so many facta and every centime of his dally ex- ' pen sea, ha called her "Crosatler." Just as ha called Madame Labord- I Line "Bredl." MORE ABOUT LANDRU A NOTHER install ment of this re markable stqry of the Loves of Landru will be published in the Washington Sunday Times next week. T