The chimney of No. 21 rue Le Sueur had often smoked annoyingly. But never had the fumes seemed such a nauseating insult to solid Parisian nostrils. A housewife across the street finally lost patience, phoned the police.
Dutifully a policeman came, found No. 21's door locked, the chimney still belching. Dutifully he summoned firemen. Together they broke into the house and into a stench so sickening that they vomited.
In No. 21's cellar they stumbled over a bag holding two human heads and a mutilated leg. They found another bag stuffed with a...
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