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François LeBlanc, (A gendarme of no small honor) lay placidly on his deathbed, exhausted after a lifetime of civil service, and prepared to rest. Henri Auguste, (a detective- and legend) came to visit him on his last day. Before passing, François spoke, weakly. “Henri, friend, there is one thing in this life that still troubles me. The unsolved murder of Madame D’Aubigne- how did you know the ramoneur was innocent?” His lifelong friend leaned in, and answered sweetly. “Mon ami, it is simple. He could not have killed the Madame,” a smile cracked, he finished, “because I killed her myself.”

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