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There
were
,
however
,
no
gypsies
around
at
the
time
,
not
a
one
near
or
far
;
gypsies
had
last
come
through
the
area
in
December.For
lack
of
gypsies
,
people
decided
to
suspect
the
Italian
migrant
workers
.
But
there
were
n't
any
Italians
around
either
,
it
was
too
early
in
the
year
for
them
;
they
would
first
arrive
in
the
region
in
June
,
at
the
time
of
the
jasmine
harvest
,
so
it
could
not
have
been
the
Italians
either
.
Finally
the
wigmakers
came
under
suspicion
,
and
they
were
searched
for
the
hair
of
the
murdered
girl
.
To
no
avail
.
Then
it
was
the
Jews
who
were
suspect
,
then
the
monks
of
the
Benedictine
cloister
,
reputedly
a
lecherous
lot-although
all
of
them
were
well
over
seventy-then
the
Cistercians
,
then
the
Freemasons
,
then
the
lunatics
from
the
Charite
,
then
the
charcoal
burners
,
then
the
beggars
,
and
last
but
not
least
the
nobility
,
in
particular
the
marquis
of
Cabris
,
for
he
had
already
been
married
three
times
and
organized-so
it
was
said-orgiastic
black
masses
in
his
cellars
,
where
he
drank
the
blood
of
virgins
to
increase
his
potency
.
Of
course
nothing
definite
could
be
proved
.
No
one
had
witnessed
the
murder
,
the
clothes
and
hair
of
the
dead
woman
were
not
found
.
After
several
weeks
the
police
lieutenant
halted
his
investigation.In
mid-June
the
Italians
arrived
,
many
with
families
,
to
hire
themselves
out
as
pickers
.
The
farmers
put
them
to
work
as
usual
,
but
,
with
the
murder
still
on
their
minds
,
forbade
their
wives
and
daughters
to
have
anything
to
do
with
them
.
You
could
n't
be
too
cautious
.
For
although
the
migrant
workers
were
in
fact
not
responsible
for
the
actual
murder
,
they
could
have
been
responsible
for
it
on
principle
,
and
so
it
was
better
to
be
on
one
's
guard.Not
long
after
the
beginning
of
the
jasmine
harvest
,
two
more
murders
occurred
.
Again
the
victims
were
very
lovely
young
girls
,
again
of
the
languid
,
raven-haired
sort
,
again
they
were
found
naked
and
shorn
and
lying
in
a
flower
field
with
the
backs
of
their
heads
bludgeoned
.
Again
there
was
no
trace
of
the
perpetrator
.
The
news
spread
like
wildfire
,
and
there
was
a
threat
that
hostile
action
might
be
taken
against
the
migrants-when
it
was
learned
that
both
victims
were
Italians
,
the
daughters
of
a
Genoese
day
laborer.And
now
fear
spread
over
the
countryside
.
People
no
longer
knew
against
whom
to
direct
their
impotent
rage
.
Although
there
were
still
those
who
suspected
the
lunatics
or
the
cryptic
marquis
,
no
one
really
believed
that
,
for
the
former
were
under
guard
day
and
night
,
and
the
latter
had
long
since
departed
for
Paris
.
So
people
huddled
closer
together
.
The
farmers
opened
up
their
barns
for
the
migrants
,
who
until
then
had
slept
in
the
open
fields
.
The
townsfolk
set
up
nightly
patrols
in
every
neighborhood
.
The
police
lieutenant
reinforced
the
watch
at
the
gates
.
But
all
these
measures
proved
useless
.
A
few
days
after
the
double
murder
,
they
found
the
body
of
yet
another
girl
,
abused
in
the
same
manner
as
the
others
.
This
time
it
was
a
Sardinian
washerwoman
from
the
bishop
's
palace
;
she
had
been
struck
down
near
the
great
basin
of
the
Fontaine
de
la
Foux
,
directly
before
the
gates
of
the
town
.
And
although
at
the
insistence
of
the
citizenry
the
consuls
initiated
still
further
measures-the
tightest
possible
control
at
the
gates
,
a
reinforced
nightwatch
,
a
curfew
for
all
female
persons
after
nightfall-all
that
summer
not
a
single
week
went
by
when
the
body
of
a
young
girl
was
not
discovered
.
And
they
were
always
girls
just
approaching
womanhood
,
and
always
very
beautiful
and
usually
dark
,
sugary
types
.
Soon
,
however
,
the
murderer
was
no
longer
rejecting
the
type
of
girl
more
common
among
the
local
population
:
soft
,
pale-skinned
,
and
somewhat
more
full-bodied
.
Even
brown-haired
girls
and
some
dark
blondes-as
long
as
they
were
n't
too
skinny-were
among
the
later
victims
.
He
tracked
them
down
everywhere
,
not
just
in
the
open
country
around
Grasse
,
but
in
the
town
itself
,
right
in
their
homes
.
The
daughter
of
a
carpenter
was
found
slain
in
her
own
room
on
the
fifth
floor
,
and
no
one
in
the
house
had
heard
the
least
noise
,
and
although
the
dogs
normally
yelped
the
moment
they
picked
up
the
scent
of
any
stranger
,
not
one
of
them
had
barked
.
The
murderer
seemed
impalpable
,
incorporeal
,
like
a
ghost.People
were
outraged
and
reviled
the
authorities
.
The
least
rumor
caused
mob
scenes
.
A
traveling
salesman
of
love
potions
and
other
nostrums
was
almost
massacred
,
for
word
spread
that
one
of
the
ingredients
in
his
remedies
was
female
hair
.
Fires
were
set
at
both
the
Cabris
mansion
and
the
Hopital
de
la
Charite
.
A
servant
returning
home
one
night
was
shot
down
by
his
own
master
,
the
woolen
draper
Alexandre
Misnard
,
who
mistook
him
for
the
infamous
murderer
of
young
girls
.
Whoever
could
afford
it
sent
his
adolescent
daughters
to
distant
relatives
or
to
boarding
schools
in
Nice
,
Aix
,
or
Marseille
.
The
police
lieutenant
was
removed
from
office
at
the
insistence
of
the
town
council
.
His
successor
had
the
college
of
medicine
examine
the
bodies
of
the
shorn
beauties
to
determine
the
state
of
their
virginity
.
It
was
found
that
they
had
all
remained
untouched.Strangely
enough
,
this
knowledge
only
increased
the
sense
of
horror
,
for
everyone
had
secretly
assumed
that
the
girls
had
been
ravished
.
People
had
at
least
known
the
murderer
's
motive
.
Now
they
knew
nothing
at
all
,
they
were
totally
perplexed
.
And
whoever
believed
in
God
sought
succor
in
the
prayer
that
at
least
his
own
house
should
be
spared
this
visitation
from
hell.The
town
council
was
a
committee
of
thirty
of
the
richest
and
most
influential
commoners
and
nobles
in
Grasse
.
The
majority
of
them
were
enlightened
and
anticlerical
,
paid
not
the
least
attention
to
the
bishop
,
and
would
have
preferred
to
turn
the
cloisters
and
abbeys
into
warehouses
or
factories
.
In
their
distress
,
the
proud
,
powerful
men
of
the
town
council
condescended
to
write
an
abject
petition
begging
the
bishop
to
curse
and
excommunicate
this
monster
who
murdered
young
girls
and
yet
whom
temporal
powers
could
not
capture
,
just
as
his
illustrious
predecessor
had
done
in
the
year
1708
,
when
terrible
locusts
had
threatened
the
land
.
And
indeed
,
at
the
end
of
September
,
the
slayer
of
the
young
women
of
Grasse
,
having
cut
down
no
fewer
than
twenty-four
of
its
most
beautiful
virgins
out
of
every
social
class
,
was
made
anathema
and
excommunicated
both
in
writing
and
from
all
the
pulpits
of
the
city
,
including
a
ban
spoken
by
the
bishop
himself
from
the
pulpit
of
Notre-Dame-du-Puy
.
The
result
was
conclusive
.
From
one
day
to
the
next
,
the
murders
ceased
.
October
and
November
passed
with
no
corpses
.
At
the
start
of
December
,
reports
came
in
from
Grenoble
that
a
murderer
there
was
strangling
young
girls
,
then
tearing
their
clothes
to
shreds
and
pulling
their
hair
out
by
the
handfuls
.
And
although
these
coarse
methods
in
no
way
squared
with
the
cleanly
executed
crimes
of
the
Grasse
murderer
,
everyone
was
convinced
that
it
was
one
and
the
same
person
.
In
their
relief
that
the
beast
was
no
longer
among
them
but
instead
ravaging
Grenoble
a
good
seven
days
'
journey
distant
,
the
citizens
of
Grasse
crossed
themselves
three
times
over
.
They
organized
a
torchlight
procession
in
honor
of
the
bishop
and
celebrated
a
mass
of
thanksgiving
on
December
24
.
On
January
1
,
1766
,
the
tighter
security
measures
were
relaxed
and
the
nighttime
curfew
for
women
was
lifted
.
Normality
returned
to
public
and
private
life
with
incredible
speed
.
Fear
had
melted
into
thin
air
,
no
one
spoke
of
the
terror
that
had
ruled
both
town
and
counlryside
only
a
few
months
before
.
Not
even
the
families
involved
still
spoke
of
it
.
It
was
as
if
the
bishop
's
curse
had
not
only
banned
the
murderer
,
but
every
memory
of
him
.
And
the
people
were
pleased
that
it
was
so
But
any
man
who
still
had
a
daughter
just
approaching
that
special
age
did
not
,
even
now
,
allow
her
to
be
without
supervision
;
twilight
brought
misgivings
,
and
each
morning
,
when
he
found
her
healthy
and
cheerful
,
he
rejoiced-though
of
course
without
actually
admitting
the
reason
why
.
THERE
WAS
one
man
in
Grasse
,
however
,
who
did
not
trust
this
peace
.
His
name
was
Antoine
Richis
,
he
held
the
title
of
second
consul
,
and
he
lived
in
a
grand
residence
at
the
entrance
to
the
rue
Droite.Richis
was
a
widower
and
had
a
daughter
named
Laure
.
Although
not
yet
forty
years
old
and
of
undi-minished
vigor
,
he
intended
to
put
off
a
second
marriage
for
some
time
yet
.
First
he
wanted
to
find
a
husband
for
his
daughter
.
And
not
the
first
comer
,
either
,
but
a
man
of
rank
.
There
was
a
baron
de
Bouyon
who
had
a
son
and
an
estate
near
Vence
,
a
man
of
good
reputation
and
miserable
financial
situation
,
with
whom
Richis
had
already
concluded
a
contract
concerning
the
future
marriage
of
their
children
.
Once
he
had
married
Laure
off
,
he
planned
to
put
out
his
own
courting
feelers
in
the
direction
of
the
highly
esteemed
houses
of
Dree
,
Maubert
,
or
Fontmichel-not
because
he
was
vain
and
would
be
damned
if
he
did
n't
get
a
noble
bedmate
,
but
because
he
wanted
to
found
a
dynasty
and
to
put
his
own
posterity
on
a
track
leading
directly
to
the
highest
social
and
political
influence
.
For
that
he
needed
at
least
two
sons
,
one
to
take
over
his
business
,
the
other
to
pursue
a
law
career
leading
to
the
parliament
in
Aix
and
advancement
to
the
nobility
.
Given
his
present
rank
,
however
,
he
could
hold
out
hopes
for
such
success
only
if
he
managed
intimately
to
unite
his
own
person
and
family
with
provincial
nobility.Only
one
thing
justified
such
high-soaring
plans
:
his
fabulous
wealth
.
Antoine
Richis
was
far
and
away
the
wealthiest
citizen
anywhere
around
.
He
possessed
latifundia
not
only
in
the
area
of
Grasse
,
where
he
planted
oranges
,
oil
,
wheat
,
and
hemp
,
but
also
near
Vence
and
over
toward
Antibes
,
where
he
leased
out
his
farms
.
He
owned
houses
in
Aix
and
houses
in
the
country
,
owned
shares
in
ships
that
traded
with
India
,
had
a
permanent
office
in
Genoa
,
and
was
the
largest
wholesaler
for
scents
,
spices
,
oils
,
and
leathers
in
France.The
most
precious
thing
that
Richis
possessed
,
however
,
was
his
daughter
.
She
was
his
only
child
,
just
turned
sixteen
,
with
auburn
hair
and
green
eyes
.
She
had
a
face
so
charming
that
visitors
of
all
ages
and
both
sexes
would
stand
stockstill
at
the
sight
of
her
,
unable
to
pull
their
eyes
away
,
practically
licking
that
face
with
their
eyes
,
the
way
tongues
work
at
ice
cream
,
with
that
typically
stupid
,
single-minded
expression
on
their
faces
that
goes
with
concentrated
licking
.
Even
Richis
would
catch
himself
looking
at
his
daughter
for
indefinite
periods
of
time
,
a
quarter
of
an
hour
,
a
half
hour
perhaps
,
forgetting
the
rest
of
the
world
,
even
his
business-which
otherwise
did
not
happen
even
in
his
sleep-melting
away
in
contemplation
of
this
magnificent
girl
and
afterwards
unable
to
say
what
it
was
he
had
been
doing
.
And
of
late-he
noticed
this
with
uneasiness-of
an
evening
,
when
he
brought
her
to
her
bed
or
sometimes
of
a
morning
when
he
went
in
to
waken
her
and
she
still
lay
sleeping
as
if
put
to
rest
by
God
's
own
hand
and
the
forms
of
her
hips
and
breasts
were
molded
in
the
veil
of
her
nightgown
and
her
breath
rose
calm
and
hot
from
the
frame
of
bosom
,
contoured
shoulder
,
elbow
,
and
smooth
forearm
in
which
she
had
laid
her
face-then
he
would
feel
an
awful
cramping
in
his
stomach
and
his
throat
would
seem
too
tight
and
he
would
swallow
and
,
God
help
him
,
would
curse
himself
for
being
this
woman
's
father
and
not
some
stranger
,
not
some
other
man
,
before
whom
she
lay
as
she
lay
now
before
him
,
and
who
then
without
scruple
and
full
of
desire
could
lie
down
next
to
her
,
on
her
,
in
her
.
And
he
broke
out
in
a
sweat
,
and
his
arms
and
legs
trembled
while
he
choked
down
this
dreadful
lust
and
bent
down
to
wake
her
with
a
chaste
fatherly
kiss
.
During
the
year
just
past
,
at
the
time
of
the
murders
,
these
fatal
temptations
had
not
yet
come
over
him
.
The
magic
that
his
daughter
worked
on
him
then-or
so
at
least
it
seemed
to
him-had
still
been
a
childish
magic
.
And
thus
he
had
not
been
seriously
afraid
that
Laure
would
be
one
of
the
murderer
's
victims
,
since
everyone
knew
that
he
attacked
neither
children
nor
grown
women
,
but
exclusively
ripening
but
virginal
girls
.
He
had
indeed
augmented
the
watch
of
his
home
,
had
had
new
grilles
placed
at
the
windows
of
the
top
floor
,
and
had
directed
Laure
's
maid
to
share
her
bedchamber
with
her
But
he
was
loath
to
send
her
away
as
his
peers
had
done
with
their
daughters
,
some
even
with
their
entire
families
.
He
found
such
behavior
despicable
and
unworthy
of
a
member
of
the
town
council
and
second
consul
,
who
,
he
suggested
,
should
be
a
model
of
composure
,
courage
,
and
resolution
to
his
fellow
citizens
.
Besides
which
,
he
was
a
man
who
did
not
let
his
decisions
be
made
for
him
by
other
people
,
nor
by
a
crowd
thrown
into
panic
,
and
certainly
not
by
some
anonymous
piece
of
criminal
trash
.
And
so
all
during
those
terrible
days
,
he
had
been
one
of
the
few
people
in
the
town
who
were
immune
to
the
fever
of
fear
and
kept
a
cool
head
.
But
,
strange
to
say
,
this
had
now
changed
.
While
others
publicly
celebrated
the
end
of
the
rampage
as
if
the
murderer
were
already
hanged
and
had
soon
fully
forgotten
about
those
dreadful
days
,
fear
crept
into
Antoine
Richis
's
heart
like
a
foul
poison
.
For
a
long
time
he
would
not
admit
that
it
was
fear
that
caused
him
to
delay
trips
that
ought
to
have
been
made
some
time
ago
,
or
to
be
reluctant
merely
to
leave
the
house
,
or
to
break
off
visits
and
meetings
just
so
that
he
could
quickly
return
home
.
He
gave
himself
the
excuse
that
he
was
out
of
sorts
or
overworked
,
but
admitted
as
well
that
he
was
a
bit
concerned
,
as
every
father
with
a
daughter
of
marriageable
age
is
concerned
,
a
thoroughly
normal
concern
...
Had
not
the
fame
of
her
beauty
already
gone
out
to
the
wider
world
?
Did
not
people
stretch
their
necks
even
now
when
he
accompanied
her
to
church
on
Sundays
?
Were
not
certain
gentlemen
on
the
council
already
making
advances
,
in
their
own
names
or
in
those
of
their
sons
...
?
