Spot on Landru: massacrer of female

Henri Landru is escorted by three gendarmes through a lane of the Quartier Latin of Paris in the haze of the season... at last, the diminutive beast was caught, that little man with documents in his hands: epitome of European gurrumino with bowler hat, whose miserable stature of 1,60 metre wasn't obstacle to liquidate and incinerate lonely widow:

and calmly Landru walks, as you can see, moving his little feet on the pavement, with chignon and barbiche à l'anglaise:

all of a sudden, Henri Landru stops his march brusquely, and begs a gendarme to light his pipe, to puff on some tabac during the walk through the 5º arrondissement toward le commissariat de police (Rue Rene Houseman Nº 56).


Once at the precinct, like the authentic mequetrefe he is, Landru coughs politely, and crosses his legs, puffing on his pipe, and puffing even more while reads some half-arsed annotations in his papeluchos.




That same day, coincidentally, l'inspecteur Héliogabale Dupont discovers a jaw-dropping fact after 27 months of millimetric scrutinizations:
during his years of murderer-cremator, Landru killed -approximately- 300 widow, being one of them a misfortunate Madame Laborde, as the report of Monsieur Dupont indicates:


«One afternoon of 1.909, Landru attended a rendezvous with a grieving widow, Madame Laborde who, in a press announcement, offered her assets and anal sex[interpolated paragraph] in exchange for a man that could give her some company. The scammer came to her house and offered mellow company and empty promises, and then took 20,000 francs (20,000 ₣) borrowed, that the disconsolate widow gave him. 

Over time, Madame Laborde became suspicious about the real intentions of Monsieur Landru, until he killed her by a shot of musket and carbonized her in the oven of his domicile, example of his well-developed criminogenic methods, acting as the perfect companion of lonely widow, but killing them once he obtained their money, or their gold, or after he abused of their physical fruit[sic].»

In jail, before the trial, Henri Landru stays with his bowler hat on, and his little shoes or tamangos correctly polished:
for dinner, Landru asks filet & puree, and a large glass of yoghourt or yogur, a novelty imported from England.

Eventually, the little hyena writes some brief thoughts on a notes book whose leather cover has rounded angles, his caligraphy is neat and feminine, drawn by his -comparatively- big and sweaty hands, abnormally big hands for his bodily structure.
These lines have been later used for the lyrics of his grand grand grandson, the provocative "pop" performer Indio Solari, for example on "Bluebeard vs. the Lethal Love".


19 days later, during the trial, Landru is often seated behind the attorney Ricardo Gareca, chewing gelatin winegums or gominolas and making obnoxious gestures:
in unanimous verdict of the Jury, Landru is condemned to decapitation by guillotine

according to a witness, his last words were "ma sí".

His headless body was interred seated like a currutaco in the "Cimetière des G(c)onards", Versailles
his head was lost and no one knows more, neither asks.
Perhaps a reminder about the fragility of life, or perhaps just an echo of the phrase "Better the devil you know than the angel you don't".