American Detective Fiction    April 1841-July 1891

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  Published in
The Rural Repository
, February 2, 1850

Janesville [WI] Gazette, August 29, 1850
Wisconsin Democrat, October 12, 1850
The [WI] Sheboygan Mercury, August 17, 1850
Wisconsin Statesman, August 15, 1850
The Elyria [OH] Courier, September 10, 1850

A slightly altered version of this story was published in
Prairie du Chien [WI] Patriot, August 14, 1850

(See the note following the text for an explanation of the revision.)




“The Female Assassin,” continued from p. 2

had given him, of which he said he had spent the twentieth part, adding:

“Well, then, if you will not go to my lodgings, where else shall we go?”

The female mentioned a hotel, to which they immediately repaired. The young man was about to leave the room to order supper, when the woman called him back.

“Will it be safe,’ she said, “to leave your money all night at your lodgings? Is it not likely you may be robbed? Suppose you go

and bring it here?”

“Ah!” thought the young man, “the veil is now raised;” and then, without the least appearance of suspicion, he thanked her for her prudent hint, and went away, under pretext of going to fetch the money.

He immediately repaired to the office of the

    Police Minister, and gave information of the discovery he had made. Furnished with the sum of one hundred and ninety louis, he returned to the house where he had left the woman. He was accompanied by several agents of the police, who stationed themselves at the door of the apartment.

The murderess and her pretended lover sat down to supper. She requested him to hand her handkerchief, which she had left on a console behind his chair. He rose to get it, and during the instant his back was turned, she poured a powerful narcotic into his glass.

He did not perceive this, and drank off his glass of wine hastily; but he had no sooner swallowed it, than he exclaimed: “What wretched wine!”

The lady made the same complaint. A second glass was poured out and pronounced better.

Meanwhile, the young man felt his head

Continued on p. 4

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