The Mystery of Marie Roget

Another tale well calculated to keep you in. Mary Cecilia Rogers was murdered in the vicinity of New York City in the summer of 1842. It was still an unsolved crime in November when the mystery of Marie Rogier was published.

The author Edgar Allan Poe. It paralleled in every essential detail the murder of Mary Rogers. wrote it far from the scene of the atrocity with only the newspaper reports of the day. Nevertheless, the subsequent confession connected with the murder of Mary Rogers confirmed not only the killer named by Poe, but all the chief details by which he arrived at his identification.

Good evening. My name is Dupain. I should like to extend an invitation. Regardless, there's certain event which truly occurred in New York City and a warm summer night in 1842. Secondly, I invite you to employ your imagination and displace that same event, intact with all of the essential facts, to a cobbled old world parries on an identical warm and fragrant

summer night in the same year. Lastly and most interesting, I should like to invite you to attend that event. It is a murder. The design and mental character of the atrocity. Indeed, the first knowledge of Mr. Corinse came to my attention on Wednesday night, the 25th day of June.

Who is the perfect of police? I am Mr. Dupa. Yes, Mr. Dupa. Thank you for coming, Mr. Dupa. I wasn't certain my messenger would find you. No, this way, Mr. Dupa. Audrey, the light on from Miss Yudhipa.

Yes, yes, yes. Beaten choked, drowned out, yes, quite hardly yes. She was beautiful, Miss Yudh. Once, perhaps yet? Still. But ma'am, zil, what? In life she had a name. In death she must also have a name.