The Morning herald., 1877-10-03

are master in the craft. Help me with
your counsel, and you'll find me a pupil
to be proud Of"
Monsieur Tabaret extended his hand
az he spoke.
Gevrol was, perhaps, about the vainest
man in creation, and this utter submission
upon the part of Tabaret Aattered him
immensely.
II presume" he said, in softened and
protecting tone, ''that you are ,alluding to
the murder at La Jonchere."
~ AMI am! Oh, dear Monsieur Gev-
rol. ! thought 1 could get ON without you;
but I find cantw
The sly old fox looked as contrite and
as penitent as though he had been caught
in henroost with a plump chicken in his
mouth; but in reality he was triumphant,
and it required all his self-control to pre-
vent his bursting out laughing.
"Vain idiot" he thought, as he looked
at GevroPs fat con'placent face. I'll
mould those added brains of yours into
any shape l please. and make you do just
as I like"
Gevrol scratched his nose, and then con-
ferred the same benefit ftupon his chin, with
an air OF such extreme wisdom that it was
as much as the Daddy could do to re-
press his Irritation and contempt.
He looked patronisingly down on the
eager little face that looked up into his,
and pretended to hesitate.
He was so glad to be able to crow over
the man who had so often outwitted and
placed him in ridiculous position with
his chiefs at tie Palace of Justice.
"Come, come" he said, grandly; "donr
be disheartened, my good friend. I'll
give you a shove in the shoulder when
ever you require it. I think you've got
ability, and like to help clever fellow.
Call on me tomorrow, and We'll have a
talk about the business. By the way,
have you heard about the new witness I've
pounced upon?"
"No;" said the Daddy thrown off his
guard for'a moment.
"'rhat fellow on the sssah over there"
sand who may he b.'' Inquired Old
Corkscrew, peering with t1s small, rest
less eyes at the figure indi, ,s~G
"Go and ask him his naG'a He'll tell
You it's Pierre Lerouge."
"She wasn't a widow, thent'
$50 it tappears," answered Gevro! ~nllTfiS
his eyes and in a jeering tone; "sin"e he
owns that he had the honor Of once Lvang
her happy and proud husband"
"Oh" mulmured the old man. "Anl
has his evidence b,en worth aAythilE1"
In few words, The head of the detec.I
tive force gave his volunteer friend the
synopsis Of the history told by Lerouge to
the magistrate.
"And what do you think of it Master
Wiseheadp he said, Us he ended his re-
cital.
"What do I think Of it," stammered the
Daddy, whose face was more stupid than
ever in it's look Of blank astonishment-
"what do think of itY I think-I think
- No, Pm dashed il I can think at
alir'
"That's knock on the head, eh7" said
Gevrol, radiant with happiness at having
settled his old friend.
"a knock on the head" moaned the old |
man. "Its worse than that; it's smash
er!"
Suddenly he looked up again, and gave
him bend as though-h were bowing to a
creditor, or to one of the crowned heads
OF Europe.
I've forgotten" he cried, "that there is
a man waiting for me at my house-an
important witness! I must be off Good
bye-good-bye!"
"He's crackedr' said the chief Of the
detective police, looking after the old
man as he hurried away, with an air of
mingled pity and contempt.
But Monsieur Tabaret was perfectly
sane, and had never felt his brain to be
in better condition than when he was
rushing along the quay, and thinking of
the turn affairs had taken respecting the
mysterious murder OF the Widow Le-
rouge.