Charpentier

"I next called upon Madame Charpentier," continued the detective: "I found her very pale and distressed. Her daughter was in the room too—an uncommonly fine girl she is too; she was looking red about the eyes and her lips trembled as I spoke to her. "

"God forgive you!" cried Madame Charpentier, throwing up her hands and sinking back in her chair. "You have murdered your brother."

The night was so wet that no one was about, so Charpentier dragged the body of his victim into the empty house.