The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1895-11-06

nour, never once did sec her turn her
eyes toward the table. She was acting
the simple little girl stin-and rightwell
did she play the part.
Now, when you have looked for some-
thing really deep and surprising in a
puzzle, it does not please you to find
that its solution is plain enough for
schoolboy. For the matter of that.
once l saw the ball spinning In the
Chateau de pEpee, the only thing that
remained for me TO know was the name
of madame's partner in the deal. That
she had partner, probably the man
who kept bank, was certain. They went
shares, said. in what they could win
from the pigeons they had Gagged. Prob
ably, too, the thing was square enough,
or an old bird like Marmontel would not
he throwing HIS money away so. cheer
fully. Tricks would not pay in that
house of rocks. If my master walked
out of the chateau beggar, he would
have his own luck 10 blame. And that
he would walk ol.s ocggar, felt sure
from the start.
had come TO this conclusion, stand
inc ir the park OF the chateau, and
smoking my pipe under the shadow OF
"a great elm tree on the lawn before the
drawing-room windows. 1t was not
conclusion to put me in good spirits, or
to send me TO bed in cheerful mood
and, so far as that goes, found myself
presently thinking very much about
st, and strolling through the ground as
i did so. For one thing, you see, money
TO be made or money TO be lost, i saw no
chance of my coming into the business.
IL Sir Nicolas was bitten both by the
woman and the cloth, Heaven knew how
Tong he would stay at the house. That
77fts had any other dHuger TO feury did
not then believe. The mystery had
proved the cheapest affair possible
there could be nothing behind it.
II was curious upon my life, but these
words were hardly off my lips when /
saw something in the grounds OF the
Chateau de fEpee which altered in a
moment my whole opinion of our situa-
tion, and set my brain itching with curl
osity. My walk had carried me per-
hnps a mile from the house. Thinking
of nothing but Mime. Pauline's pretti-
ness and of her schemes, looked up
presently TO find myself in clearing OF
a wood, and almost at the door of a lit
tie pavilion built in the heart OF the
thicket There were no lights in the
windows of this strange little house,
nor anything 10 tell that anyone lived
3n it-but all in moment, while was
standing in the shadow of the trees,
man crossed the grass before the
door, and let himself into the pavilion
with lntchkey. For ten seconds ut
the most saw him, and though there
was nothing but n fitful play of the
moonlight between the rolling clouds,
j recognized him at once. He was Nine.
PauliDe's brother--the man who passed
81 Paris ms Comte de Faugere.
"Come." said / 90 myself, stepping
back into the thiclSet. "what are you do
ing here, young man, and why don't you
show yourself in the house? She gave
II out that you had gone back 10 your
seminary OF whatever you call il. How
does II happen that YOU can't show
your mug IN public? It's queer state
OF things. anyway
Queer itappcared 10 be, look NJ II bow
You like. Here was boy who. accord
ing 10 rnadame's story, was being
trained for q priest. one whom we oil
thought 20 be in Paris. masqncrnding
ntmidnight in the woods Of the chateau
More than that be was not masquerad-
ing alone. for ] had not watched the
PAVILION for ten minutes when ] saw