St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1892-09-11

attention, but he also-hea the stranger
exchange a few words with the clerk
behind the counter. Those words, on
the strangers part, were unmlStaka-
bly, Gallo III accent, and Detective
Viehle smiled comfortably behind his
muStache as his cosmopolitan ear de-
tected their Partisan .delicacy of finish.
When the stranger left the little book
store Detective Viehle came out right
behind him. Just one block away, on
the corner of Ninth and Olive streets,
the detective gained the strangers side,
and. laying one hand on his arm. SAID:
THE chief would like to see you at
the Four Courts"
M. Edouard G. c. Byron-Dumas.
The gentleman thus addressed started
back with an air of deep surprise.
II do not understand you, STRIP he
cried.
"The chief wants to see you," oblig-
ingly repeated Detective Viehle. Just
come along with me-"
Then the stranger seemed to grasp
the situation.
.'Oh. very WE'LL" he said,.with re-
signed twist of his military mustache.
"Where 90 we, you said?"
ITO the Four Courts" replied De-
v
to make his words good. At the Four
Courts the couple went direct to Chief
of Detective Desmond's Office, where
Viehle whispered for moment with
that impassive-faced official. Then the
gentlemanly stranger was requested to
mount the little daiS Just behind DeS-
mond's desk, where his measure was
taken. showing that he stood five feet
seven inches in his tan shoes. Next he
was taken directly outside the door and
placed on the scales, where he clipped
the BEAM at $50 pounds. After that
Desmond took out picture and lot of
newspaper clippings and circulars, and,
laying them on his desk, said:
You are wanted in Boston, Mr.. Du-
mas, for having forged the name of the
John p. Lowell Arms company to a
check for $3.50, got the money on the
check and skipped out. You were ar
rested at the Palmer house, i'll Chicago,
on Aug. 9. but escaped by throwing De-
tectIve Bailey into trunk, locking him
in YOUR room at the hotel, and leaving
the hotel so quickly that you forgot to
pay your BILL"
The stranger glanced into Desmond's
retrospective eyes during moment OF
dramatic silence. Then he shrugged
his shoulders and smiled sweetly.
Certainly" he responded at length.
81 am named Dumas-Edouard g. c.
Byron-Dumas, and l have bad trouble
in Boston. but have not forged"
What business are you in, Mr..
Dumas?"
Il am teacher of fencing, a teacher
of the small sword-the rapier. the
saber."
THAT was in Roston?"
sin Boston, yes. In Boston for four
years."
"And before that?'
There was a silence for just the least
! interval following this.
Il was in France before that" finally
said the stranger, with faint sigh. 81
am French, see you? l was born in a
| village not far from Paris"
"What did you do in France?" asked
the imperrurbable Desmond.
"Oh, well, that has to do with this?''
| came the impatient comment. Every
good, then. ] was in the French army
| an officer, lieutenant, in Africa. You
want no more OF that, of necessity, dc
| you?''
"What did you expect to do in St
LOUISE"
| Anything. / have put the adver
tisement in the papers that l speak
several languages and desire 10 work
l tell you the truth about this"
Where are you stopping?
The stranger grew perplexed in civ
| ing an answer to this. Finally he
| looked at memorandum and said:
''Oh, yes. 1t is at 1904, in the Lucas
place. you call it"
| Then Desmond wrote telegram and
sent it off at once. The message was
sent to Chief of Police Benjamin p
Eldridge, OF Boston, Mass, and notified
HIM that E. q. Z. Byron-Dumas. want
ed there for forging the name of the
! John P. Lowell Arms company to {