Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1907-11-22

game"
The Frenchman had his opponent fair
~ outbet. But the temptation to make
more was strong upon him. The Swiss
had already scrubbed an l. 0. q. for
fifty thousand francs and pushed it to-
ward him.
The Frenchman was about to play, and
had raised his hand for that purpose
when his eye caught the queer three-cor-
nered piece of paper in front of him.
/ can't take 1. o. US" he said. II
must have absolute security"
Then they saw the Swiss take from
the pocket of his vest small locket and
pass it over to the Frenchman.
Isn't that good for something, mon
sieur?'
With his face grown suddenly an ashen
gray the vicomte leaned over the table
and almost whispered, as he clutched the
locket in his shaking fingers:
Where did you get this?''
The detective leaned forward and pick
ed up one of the notes from the vicomte's
bundle
From the place where you found this
Is it enough, or shall l show you some
thing else?"
What do you mean? Don't speak out
here before everybody. Come with me-"
The two players arose from the table
and passing out into the conservatory,
left the money lying on the table, and a
group of astonished guests looking blank
ly at it.
They have both been crazy to bid like
this" said one; they have doubtless gone
to make some arrangement together"
They waited for a minute-for five
minutes. Still the players did not re-
turn. They were in the conservatory still,
hidden from the eyes of the men. If the
wondering group at the card table had
been there, this is what they would have
seen and heard:
They would have heard the vicomte
imploring vainly for one chance; have
seen him offering all he had to the Swiss
if he would go back, and give him one
opportunity to escape-would give him a
bare ten minutes start.
1T is more than can ,,do," replied
the Swiss. 'My men surround this house.
You cannot possibly get away. Such
mercy as l may, l give you. 1t is better
than the guillotine."
He handed the vicomte his pistol, and,
turning, walked toward the door of the
conservatory. Only once he looked back
to see the vicomte standing unsteadily by
the fountain, a horrible expression upon
his face.
He looked around at the Swiss be-
seemingly, but finding nothing there
which might bid him hope, said despair
ingly: l#
"Good-by: l thank you even for this"
The Swiss walked on and reached the
door of the conversatory. He leaned
against the Intel, of the door and wait
ed. People were beginning to come and
look for the players. The outer salon
was already crowded.
Suddenly a pistol shot rang out and
echoed through the whole lower floor of
the house. The well-dressed, excited
crowd rushed toward the conservatory.
The Swiss gentleman met them in the
doorway. There was something in his
face that stopped them irresistibly, on
the very threshold
II wouldn't come in, if were you, The
Vicomte de Valiar has shot himself. He
was the murderer of Madame Roupell,
the old lady who lived at Villeneuve," he
went on to explain.
"Oh, Monsieur Lazare -
81 am not Monsieur Lazare; I am Al
fred Cassagne, the detective"
Then they looked upon him and won
dered why they had not OWNED it from
the first for it was a face we'll known
in the shop windows Of Paris.
You had better all go home" he sug-
a. o1or w oil
but one passing Safely through the cor
don of police.
AS Herr Goldstein came out with the
rest D'Auburon placed his hand upon his
shoulder.
81 want you he said.
Another detectivc"'
Yes, another detective"
They took him away INTERESTINGLY, and
Cassagne and D'Auburen went into the
conservatory together. There across the
coping of the marble fountain, prone on
his face and stone dead, with the blood
oozing slowly from a small wound in his
forehead and tinging with red the green
leaves of the water lilies, lay the body of
Philip Graham.
Nearly year had passed away since
the death of Philip Graham. The Cha
teau Villeneuve, from its long period of
gloom and mourning, awoke one day with
bells pealing joyously from its towers,
it's parks and woodlands smiling beneath
the radiance of the summer sun.
From an early hour old Pierre had been
awake, bustling hither and thither. He
expected visitors, and long before their
arrival, everything was in readiness for
their reception.
The train from Paris was in at last.
a merry group met on the platform, and
its members took carriages for the cha
teau. The first one was occupied by DR..
and Mrs. Paul Mason. The second By
Mr.. and Mrs. Van Lith The third by
the mayor of Villeneuve and NJ. Delorme,
the justice of the peace. The fourth by
NJ. D'Auburon and NJ. Victor Lablanche,
for the latter was a magnanimous gem
tleman, and could forgive a victory when