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From all the evidence, it seemed that the prisoner was a most dangerous criminal. The principal source of evidence, however, was Rosenblatt, whose deposition was taken down by the Sergeant and the doctor. The man, it appeared, was known by many names, Koval, Kolowski, Polkoff and others, but his real name was Michael Kalmar.
"You I arrest," he said, taking old Kalmar by the shoulder. "Very well; it matters not," said the old man, holding up his hands for the handcuffs. "Can anything be done for this man?" asked the Sergeant, pointing to Rosenblatt. "Nothing. He can only live a few minutes." Rosenblatt looked up and beckoned the Sergeant toward him. "I would speak with you," he said faintly.
"What d'ye say?" enquired Mrs. Fitzpatrick. "Irma fadder," repeated Paulina, pointing to Kalmar. "Is my daughter Irma in your house?" said he, stepping forward. "Yer daughter, is it?" said Mrs. Fitzpatrick, looking sharply into the foreigner's face. "An' if she's yer daughter it's yersilf that should be ashamed av it fer the way ye've desarted the lot o' thim."
It is as follows: "In the month of October, 1888, the neighbourhood of Kalmar was shocked by a horrible murder committed in the parish of Wissefjerda, which was about fifty kilometres from Kalmar as the crow flies. What happened was that a farmer named P. J. Gustafsson had been killed by a shot when driving, having been forced to stop by stones having been placed on the road.
"Oh, let him go," said Mrs. French. "He will do no harm." And the guard gave grudging permission. With a respectful, almost reverential mien, the men entered the cell, knelt before the prisoner and kissed his hand. The moments were precious and there was much to say and do, so Kalmar lost no time.
Soon his victim lay still, looking up into his assailant's face in surprise, fear and rage unspeakable. "Rosenblatt," said the bearded man in a soft voice, "you know me me?" "No," gasped Rosenblatt in terrible fury, "what do you " "Look," said the man. With his free hand he swept off the black beard which he stuffed into his pocket. Rosenblatt looked. "Kalmar!" he gasped, terror in his eyes.
I will help them to freedom." "Ah," said Kalmar, "good. Now listen. This Rosenblatt betrayed us, brought death and exile to many of our brothers and sisters. He still lives. He ought to die. What do you say?" "He ought to die," answered Simon. "The oath is laid upon me. I sought the privilege of executing vengeance; it was granted me. I expect to fulfil my oath, but I may fail.
The advantage which would accrue from the universal establishment of this instantaneous vision would not be unmixed. That it is occasionally very useful is obvious. A Clairvoyant Vision of a Murder. The most remarkable experiment in clairvoyant detection that I have ever come across is told by Dr. Backman, of Kalmar, in a recent number of the "Psychical Research Society's Proceedings."
He stepped nearer Rosenblatt and stood in the full light and in the attitude of a soldier at attention. "Behold," he cried, "Michael Kalmar!" "Ah-h-h-h!" Rosenblatt's voice was prolonged into a wail of despair as from a damned soul. "My father!" cried Kalman from across the ravine. "My father! Don't commit this crime! For my sake, for Christ's dear sake!"
"This man," Brown said at length to the agent, "never saw the mine. He is not the discoverer." "Who is?" "A young friend of mine, Kalman Kalmar. To that I can swear." And he told the story of the discovery, adding such details as he thought necessary in regard to Rosenblatt's character. The official was sympathetic and interested. "And how long is it since the discovery was made?" he enquired.
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