One morning in early 186912 a caller found the Count's body on the floor of his restaurant, fully clothed, but with not a cent on his person nor in the cash drawer. Townsmen searched for an early associate, suspecting foul play, and strangely enough this man was never seen again. Yet there was no mark of violence on the body, and not a thing seemed disturbed or out of place in the building.13 No one could be located who knew of a friend or relative closer than his friends in the new town on the prairie. Thus his death was perhaps more of a mystery than his life had been.
His body lay at William Neifing's undertaking establishment for two days. Then his old friend and admirer, William M. Jenkins, told
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