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Updated: June 13, 2025
And to this day the inhabitants cherish the tradition that thus the poor rejected Undine still lovingly embraces her husband. "File No. 113" Émile Gaboriau, one of the best-known exponents of the "police story," was born at Saujon, in France, on November 9, 1833.
Somehow or other, probably through reading the detective novels of Gaboriau, Baron Schrader became imbued with the idea that the most successful manner of discovering the identity of the suspected writer of the anonymous letters would be to carefully examine the blotting-pads which either he or she were in the habit of using.
Mr. George Moore once summed up Crime and Punishment as "Gaboriau with psychological sauce." He afterwards apologized for the epigram, but he insisted that all the same there is a certain amount of truth in it. And so there is. Dostoevsky's visible world was a world of sensationalism.
Somebody palmed a marked card on you, Brendon; and you took it like a lamb. We all have in our time even the smartest of us. Gaboriau says somewhere, 'Above all, regard with supreme suspicion that which seems probable and begin always by believing what seems incredible. French exaggeration, of course; but there's truth in it. The obvious always makes me uncomfortable.
Rolles admitted he had never even heard the name. "You may gather some notions from Gaboriau," resumed the stranger. "He is at least suggestive; and as he is an author much studied by Prince Bismarck, you will, at the worst, lose your time in good society." "Sir," said the Curate, "I am infinitely obliged by your politeness." "You have already more than repaid me," returned the other.
Rolles was astonished to recognise the gentleman who had recommended him the study of Gaboriau. Doubtless Prince Florizel, who rarely visited the club, of which, as of most others, he was an honorary member, had been waiting for John Vandeleur when Simon accosted him on the previous evening.
So Jenny was presently reading Ruskin instead, and wondering how she could ever have read "Miss ." And deep in her dear heart she was saying, "Of course not; great men's wives never read 'Miss ." And yet had the great man said, "Read Gaboriau instead," as a certain very great man does, Jenny's heart would have said, "Of course, great men's wives always read Gaboriau."
It may be morbid of me is it? but I have the strongest kind of a leaning toward the tales of Gaboriau; and I have always wanted to know a really great detective like Lecocq, or Dupin. And that day at Ascot when Mr. Narkom told me that he would introduce me to the famous 'Man of the Forty Faces'... Mr. Cleek, why do they call you 'the Man of the Forty Faces'? You always look the same to me."
Stevenson telling me, at this time, that he was doing some "regular crawlers," for this purist had a boyish habit of slang, and I think it was he who called Julius Caesar "the howlingest cheese who ever lived." Mr. Stevenson had an infinite pleasure in Boisgobey, Montepin, and, of course, Gaboriau. There was nothing of the "cultured person" about him.
'Yes, that he did, sir, said Lily proudly, 'and insisted on it. 'I soon knew they were going to burglarize this flat to get some phonograph records. 'Phonograph records! Hugo repeated, pondering. 'Yes, sir; and so I thought I'd be beforehand with 'em. 'Why didn't you tell me directly you knew? 'You gave me that Gaboriau book to read, sir, and I learnt a lot from it.
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