The 10,000 gulden which I told my landlady were still in the house, and which would therefore be thought missing after my death, I have deposited in a bank in Frankfort in your name.  Here is the certificate of deposit.

I will endeavour not to hold the revolver sufficiently close to have the powder burn my clothes.  And I will exert every effort of mind and body to throw it far from me after I have fired the fatal shot.  I think that I will be able to do this, for I am a very good shot and I have no fear of death.  One thing more I will do, to turn aside all suspicion of suicide.  I will write a letter to some person who does not exist, a letter which will make it appear as if I were in excellent humour and planning for the future.

And now, good-bye to life.  People have called me eccentric, they may be right.  This last deed of mine at least, is out of the ordinary.  No one will say now that ended my life in a moment of darkened mind, in a rush of despair.  My brain is perfectly clear, my heart beats calmly, now that I have arranged everything for my departure from this world of falsehood and unreality.  My last deed shall go to prove to the world how little actual, apparent facts can be trusted.

The one thing real, the one thing true in all this world of falsehood was your love and your trust.  I thank you for it.

TheodorBellmann,
known as
John Siders.

Joseph Muller refuses to take any particular credit for this case.  The letter would have come in time to prevent Graumann’s conviction without his assistance, he says.  The only person whose gratitude he has a right to is Prosecuting Attorney Gustav Schmidt.  He managed to have the Police Commissioner in G—­ read the letter in detail to the attorney.  But Muller himself knows that it failed of its effect, so far as that dignitary was concerned.  For nothing but open ridicule could ever convince a man of such decided opinions that he is not the one infallible person in the world.

But Albert Graumann had learned his lesson.  And he told Muller himself that the few days of life which might remain to him were a gift to him from the detective.  He felt that his weak heart would not have stood the strain and the disgrace of an open trial, even if that trial ended in acquittal.  Two months later he was found dead in his bed, a calm smile on his lips.

Before he died he had learned that it was the undaunted courage of his timid little old aunt that had brought Muller to take charge of the case and to free her beloved nephew from the dreaded prison.  And the last days that these two passed together were very happy.

But as aforesaid, Muller refuses to have this case included in the list of his successes.  He did not change the ultimate result, he merely anticipated it, he says.

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