“We must not judge of the means,” said Dupin, “by this shell of an examination.  The Parisian police, so much extolled for acumen, are cunning, but no more.  There is no method in their proceedings, beyond the method of the moment.  They make a vast parade of measures; but, not unfrequently, these are so ill adapted to the objects proposed, as to put us in mind of Monsieur Jourdain’s calling for his robe-de-chambre — pour mieux entendre la musique. The results attained by them are not unfrequently surprising, but, for the most part, are brought about by simple diligence and activity.  When these qualities are unavailing, their schemes fail.  Vidocq, for example, was a good guesser and a persevering man.  But, without educated thought, he erred continually by the very intensity of his investigations.  He impaired his vision by holding the object too close.  He might see, perhaps, one or two points with unusual clearness, but in so doing he, necessarily, lost sight of the matter as a whole.  Thus there is such a thing as being too profound.  Truth is not always in a well.  In fact, as regards the more important knowledge, I do believe that she is invariably superficial.  The depth lies in the valleys where we seek her, and not upon the mountain-tops where she is found.  The modes and sources of this kind of error are well typified in the contemplation of the heavenly bodies.  To look at a star by glances — to view it in a side-long way, by turning toward it the exterior portions of the retina (more susceptible of feeble impressions of light than the interior), is to behold the star distinctly — is to have the best appreciation of its lustre — a lustre which grows dim just in proportion as we turn our vision fully upon it.  A greater number of rays actually fall upon the eye in the latter case, but, in the former, there is the more refined capacity for comprehension.  By undue profundity we perplex and enfeeble thought; and it is possible to make even Venus herself vanish from the firmanent by a scrutiny too sustained, too concentrated, or too direct.

“As for these murders, let us enter into some examinations for ourselves, before we make up an opinion respecting them.  An inquiry will afford us amusement,” [I thought this an odd term, so applied, but said nothing] “and, besides, Le Bon once rendered me a service for which I am not ungrateful.  We will go and see the premises with our own eyes.  I know G——­, the Prefect of Police, and shall have no difficulty in obtaining the necessary permission.”

The permission was obtained, and we proceeded at once to the Rue Morgue.  This is one of those miserable thoroughfares which intervene between the Rue Richelieu and the Rue St. Roch.  It was late in the afternoon when we reached it; as this quarter is at a great distance from that in which we resided.  The house was readily found; for there were still many persons gazing up at the closed shutters, with an objectless curiosity,