The Paulin butchery has been more or less cleared up
since last week. The murderer, who took the name of the son of the murdered woman (Madame Klock) for his own purpose, was really one Traupmanu, an artisan who had worked for Kin& at Roubaix, and conceived the idea of enriching himself by the murder, first of his former master, and then, that not succeed- ing, of his whole family. The design seems to have been to possess himself of the title-deeds of the Kincks' property,—to sail for America, —to lie quiet there till the murder of the wife and family had blown over, and then, representing himself to some French consul as Kinck himself, and producing the title-deeds of the property, to apply for its transmission to America. It was a very stupid scheme, and was foiled before the murderer had left Havre, through his being accidentally questioned closely under the idea that he was a sailor shirking his engage- ment on board a vessel. The man's answers struck the officer as suggesting some connection with the crime of which the papers were full, and he charged him directly with it. The man there- upon leaped into the docks, from which he was with difficulty extricated alive. The body of the eldest son has since been dis- covered buried in the same field at Pantin as that of the rest of the family ; and it is believed that the father's body has been found in Alsace. The strange thing is that this wretch Troup- mann actually sent back 100 francs out of the 300 francs he had found on the bodies to his old father at Roubaix, who was in difficulties. Even he, then, is not all devil.