The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1902-07-15
CHAPTER VIII.

L am prepared to state that I detes1
the French capital. I always make
my visits to it as brief as possible
then, my. business completed, off
fly again, seeming to breathe more
freely when I am outside it's boun
diaries. don't know why this
should be so, for have always beer
treated with the utmost courtesy and
consideration by it's inhabitants, par.
ticularly by those members of the
French detective force with whom ]
have been brought in contact.
On this visit I crossed with one Of
the cleverest Partisan detectives, a
man with whom I have had many
dealings. He was most anxious ia
ascertain the reason of my visit TIC
his country. My assurance that ]
was not in search of any one of his
own criminals seemed to afford him
no sort of satisfaction. He probably
regarded it as an attempt to put him
off the scent, and fancy he resent
ed it. We reached Paris at, seven
o'clock, whereupon I invited him to
dine with me at eight o'clock, at a
restaurant we had both patronized on
many previous occasions. He accept
ed my invitation, and promised to
meet me at the time and place 1
named. On the platform awaiting
our arrival was my man Dickson, to
whom I had telegraphed, ordering
him to meet me.
"Well, Dickson" said, when I had
babe the detective au revoir, what
about our MANI"
"I've had him under my eye, sir,''
he answered. 81 know exactly what
he's been doing, and where he's stay
ing"
chats good news, indeed" I re-
piled. "Haye you discovered anything
else about him?"
'sYes, sir,' he returned. 81 find
that he's struck up sudden ac-
quaintance with a lady named Nine.
Beaumarais, and that they are to
dine together at the Cafe DIES Am
bassadeurs tonight. They have been
in and out of half the jewelers. shops
in the Rue de la Paix to-day, and he's
spending mint of money on her"
"They are dining at the Cafe des
Ambassadors tonight, did you say?
At what time?"
81 cannot tell you that, SIR" Dick
son replied. 81 only know that they
are to dine there together tonight"
"And pray how did you find that
out?"
II made inquiries as to who she
was, and where she lived, and then
pumped her maid," he answered.
"You did not do anything that
would excite his suspicious, I hope"
I put in. "You ought to know by
this time what women are"
ooh, no, sir, you needn't be
afraid" he said. 81 was too careful
for that. The maid and I are on
very friendly terms. She believes
me to be Russian, and I've not de-
MED it,
cit would be safest not to do so,"
/ replied. eff she discovers that you
are an Englishman, she might chance
to mention the fact to her mistress.
She would doubtless let it fall in
SoAA' ~ % oloA Will 41lllS anu Ullcu oil
our trouble would be useless. You
speak Russian, do you not?"
Sony pretty well, SIR" he an
swered. 81 should be soon bowled
out if came in contact with real
one"
SWELL, think I will be somewhere
near the Cafe des Ambassadors to-
night just to make sure of my man.
After that I'll tell you what to do
next"
every good, SIR" he returned. 81
suppose you will be staying at the
same placer"
eyes, the same place." I replied.
IF you have anything to communi-
cate. you can either call, or send
word to me there"
thereupon departed for the quiet
house at which usually take up my
abode when in Paris. The big hotels
are places steer clear of, for the
simple reason that often have bust
ness in connection with them, and it
does not pay me to become too well
known. At this little house I can go
out and come in just as 1 please,
have my meals at any time of the
day or night, and am as we'll cared
for as at my own abode in London.
On this occasion the old lady of the
house greeted me with fattering en-
thusiasm. She had received my tele-
gram, she said, and my usual room
awaited me. I accordingly assembled
to it in order to dress myself for the
dinner of the evening, and as I did
SO thought of the pretty bedroom I
had seen on the previous day, which
naturally led me to think of the
owner of the, house, at that moment
my employer. In my minds eye l
could see her just as she had stood
on that old stone bridge at Bishop
stowe, with the sunset behind her
and the church bells sounding across
the meadows, calling the villagers to
evensong. How much better it was,
L argued, to be standing talking to
her there in that old world peace,
than to be dressing for a dinner at
an up-to-date French restaurant.