Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1907-10-25
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/ must confess that did not even occur
to me-"
Well, it occurred to me: and in anv
event it will be time we'll snent +. 1ook
over the record of the trial. Pbilin la
Seur may have called witnesses to testify
ID MS own behalf-to speak. for instance.
VI MS former good character-and who
Knows what we may learn from them?
NIo OUT and get CAB, while l take down
the number of the case and put away
these books
10 the Palais de Justice"
AS they ere about to step into cab,
neWsboy approached them, crying:
Horrible murder A body found in
the Seine!''
Buy paper, D'Auburon," said Cas-
sagne, as he leaped into the vehicle
DAuburon did as requested, and jump
ing into the cab after his friend, spread
the sheet just wet from the press out
upon his knees.
All! - he calculated, this plot thick
ems with vengeance. Whom do you think
the murdered man is?''
Il cannot guess
1t is Vougeot the detective whom the
project of police placed on the track of
Jules Chabot."
1t was not voluminous document, the
report of the trial and conviction of
Philip La Seur. To be sure, no one from
perusal of it could have argued the
identity of the prisoner in the case with
the Philip Graham of Belliers. But were
the facts cleaned from the evidence con-
PIIlS1VnV x1ynrn
points of identity, however, which were
quite Marked the age of the prisoner
nearly corresponded with that of the man
they were looking for; he had not been
all his life in Paris; he had neither father
nor mother living-but beyond that there
was little enough about his family his
tory. The court had offered to appoint
lawyer to defend him, which offer the
prisoner had refused and had made a not
unable speech in his own behalf, which
in all likelihood had been the means of
sensibly influencing the court, for in
pronouncing sentence, the judge had ex-
pressed his regret that the prisoner had
misused his talents to commit the crime
with which he stood charged. Though
he examined all the papers connected
with the case, Cassagne was unable to
discover anything by which the identity
of the two persons could be more fully
established.
1--WE have yet the locket," he said, at
length, hitch perhaps may help U.S."
but it is the locket of Henry, not
Philip Graham" said D'Auburon.
Il have not forgotten that replied
the detective. But family likeness is
strong thing sometimes. This portrait
of Henry Graham is undoubtedly a good
likeness. Recollect that DR.. Mason, the
laundress, the janitor at Blois and the
priest at Belliers have all recognized it as
his portrait. 1t was taken when he was
quite a young man. Sometimes father
and son, at the same age very closely re-
semble each other. If there should be
strong likeness between the portrait and
Philip La Seur whom should you take
the latter to be?
''Why, Philip Graham, of course, as we
have all along hoped; but what of that?
We have no portrait with which to com
pare it."
''You forget replied Cassagne, "the
admirable collection of photographs at
police headquarters"
(Which is under the strict surveillance
of the project of police. Do you sup
nose he would allow us to look at them,
when our success means his defeat! Not
exactly; why, we could never get beyond
the door"
II will take care of that" replied NJ.
Cassagne.
NJ. Cassagne, on parting with his
friend, buttoned up his coat with the
air of a man who prepares himself for
energetic action, and passing across the
river. plunged into the most intricate re-
cesses of the Latin Quarter. Before
crossing the river, however, he had stop
ned at q famous confectioner's and pur-
chased box of bon-bons. What did NJ.
Cassagne want with such things?
Arrived at a house in the Rue Bat
tfney. NJ. Cassagne stepped inside the
hallway and pressed his finger on small
white button The sound Of an electric
bell ringing upstairs was almost lmmedl-
ately followed by a voice exclaiming
down the speaking tube:
"Who is there"
as that Madame Cresson?" inquired
the detective, in low but distinct voice.
ut is"
"I am Alfred Cassagne. Let me come
upstairs. l want to see you about i'm
portant business"
A Changing sound was heard, and
black door which had hitherto prevented
ingress to the stairway, released by
spring, swung slowly back upon its
hinges. The detective stepped on to the
stairs. and, closing the door after him
with some care, assembled to the second
story.
A small, dark-complexioned woman,
apparently about twenty-five years of age,
onened the door of one of the apartments,
and invited him to enter. The room was
neatly furnished and was evidently one
of a suite. At a table near one of the
windows a little girl sat doing sums on
slate. She had the black hair OF her
mother: beautiful, saucy, piquant
month :. ewes of a deep, scintillating blue;
and little figure that was the very per-
lection of childish grace. She arose on
the entrance of the detective, and ran