A day or two before the Prefect called upon us, however, some important information reached the police, which seemed to overthrow, at least, the chief portion of Le Commerciel’s argument.  Two small boys, sons of a Madame Deluc, while roaming among the woods near the Barrière du Roule, chanced to penetrate a close thicket, within which were three or four large stones, forming a kind of seat, with a back and footstool.  On the upper stone lay a white petticoat; on the second a silk scarf.  A parasol, gloves, and a pocket-handkerchief were also here found.  The handkerchief bore the name “Marie Rogêt.”  Fragments of dress were discovered on the brambles around.  The earth was trampled, the bushes were broken, and there was every evidence of a struggle.  Between the thicket and the river, the fences were found taken down, and the ground bore evidence of some heavy burthen having been dragged along it.

A weekly paper, Le Soleil,{*12} had the following comments upon this discovery —­ comments which merely echoed the sentiment of the whole Parisian press: 

“The things had all evidently been there at least three or four weeks; they were all mildewed down hard with the action of the rain and stuck together from mildew.  The grass had grown around and over some of them.  The silk on the parasol was strong, but the threads of it were run together within.  The upper part, where it had been doubled and folded, was all mildewed and rotten, and tore on its being opened. . . . .  The pieces of her frock torn out by the bushes were about three inches wide and six inches long.  One part was the hem of the frock, and it had been mended; the other piece was part of the skirt, not the hem.  They looked like strips torn off, and were on the thorn bush, about a foot from the ground. . . . .  There can be no doubt, therefore, that the spot of this appalling outrage has been discovered.”

Consequent upon this discovery, new evidence appeared.  Madame Deluc testified that she keeps a roadside inn not far from the bank of the river, opposite the Barrière du Roule.  The neighborhood is secluded —­ particularly so.  It is the usual Sunday resort of blackguards from the city, who cross the river in boats.  About three o’clock, in the afternoon of the Sunday in question, a young girl arrived at the inn, accompanied by a young man of dark complexion.  The two remained here for some time.  On their departure, they took the road to some thick woods in the vicinity.  Madame Deluc’s attention was called to the dress worn by the girl, on account of its resemblance to one worn by a deceased relative.  A scarf was particularly noticed.  Soon after the departure of the couple, a gang of miscreants made their appearance, behaved boisterously, ate and drank without making payment, followed in the route of the young man and girl, returned to the inn about dusk, and re-crossed the river as if in great haste.