ANOTHER MURDER IN PARIS.

Dunstan Times, Issue 410, 25 February 1870, Page 4 (Supplement)

ANOTHER MURDER IN PARIS.

. The fashionable quarter of the Faubourg St. •Honord has been thrown into a state of consternation by the news that a lady had been murdered in her own house by her footman, and that the assassin had badly wounded two servants. Madame Lombart was killed by her servant in her husband's presenoe, he being paralytio and unable to help her. The man was a Belgian, and just as dinner was about to be served, the servant came into the bedroom where Madame Lombart was attending to her husband, who for years has been reduced to pass his days in on arm chair. An altercation took plaoo betwoen the mistress and the footman; the latter, who was drunk, went out to the dining-room and returned with a carving-knife, with whioh he very nearly cut off Madame Lombart's head. The husband, unable to stir from hi 3 chair, saw hi« wife murdered almost within arm's length of him. When she was quite dead, Francois rushed to the kitchen, where ho found the oook and a little boy. Their Bcreams brought the porter's wife and a oook. The latter attempted to disarm Francois, but he disabled her by inflicting a very severe wound in her throat. The concierge then fled with her son; and thereupon tho man struck with the knife at his fellow servant. She, instinotively putting up her hands to protect her head, received a terrible wound on her wrist, the hand being nearly out off. The neighbours Bpoedily exiled in the police, and the assassin was arrested. Francois, when arrested, beoame calm and reasonable. His hands had been severely bitten by his victims. He says : I went into the kitchen and got a large carving knife. Having lit the lamp, I prooeeded to the drawing-room, where I found Madame Lombard working at Borne tapestry. "Are you satisfied with me ? " asked I. "Do you think I have been drinking your wine?" My mistress replied gently, " Come, come, Francois, what are you talking about ? Go and lio down a little—that's all you want." I then rushed on her, and after a desperate fight, succeeded in cutting her throat. When asked the motive of his crime, the murderer replied—My mistress said I had stolen a bottle of wine, and that I was drunk. I couldn't let suoh a thing be said about me, and therefore I cut her throat. As for the cook, she leagued with my mistress to say I was a thief, and she also deserved death. Both the woundod servants lie in a dangerous condition. With regard to the assassin, it is said that ho is subject to attacks of madness, and that ho has already been oonfined in a lunatio asylum in Belgium. Monsieur Lombard is not expected to survive the shook,