Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1907-09-27

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| years ago, as near as | can recollect."
The first thing Cassagne did on his
ARRIVAL III Paris was to call on his friend
ana pupil, Charles D'Auburon He found
MN at home, his face glowing with sun
| pressed enthusiasm.
| now, SAID Cassagne, tell us what
mas happened? Have you found Jules
| Chaoot, and what progress have you made
toward getting acquainted"
| L already knew him slightly" an
| sWered D'Auburon. Il approached him
| cautiously, because if he is really impli-
Gated IN this matter he would naturally
| De suspicious of any sudden show of
friendship Fortune favored me- how
ever. managed to lose game of bill
ilards to him at the Alliance this morn
ing, the stakes a luncheon at the Cafe
| AnglalS, whittier we repaired shortly af-
ter What do you think that laundering
| idiot Lablanche is doing? He has set
someone to shadowing Monsieur Chabot
The fellow followed us in a cab. |
| thought we had given him the slip, but,
looking out of the windows of the Cafe
| Anglals there he was lounging against a
lamp post, and looking like detective all
| over. Did you ever hear of such clumsi-
ness in all your life?"
'4ou must exercise your ingenuity, nv
dear boy. \ little thing like that shouldn't
disturb you. Always recollect that in
this business it Is the man who keeps
cool that wins. 1t is golden maxim"
DAuburon was rapidly cooling. He
had been waiting all the evening for the
arrival Of his friend to indulge in his
TRADE against the project. He had deliv-
cred himself. Then he became again, as
! CGssagne put it, "a reasoning being"
Cassagne then gave D'Auburon a short
sketch of what had occurred at the Cha
teau Nlieneuve. He finish his account
by producing the little gold locket.
The man who wore this was last heard
from at Blois. The owner of this locket
was the man who actually murdered Mad
anne Roupell. Whether he had accom-
plices or not it is hard at present to say.
The project argues, doubtless, from Jules
Chabot's presence in the chateau on the
night of the murder, that he is in some
way connected with it. My own opinion
is that it is a mere coincidence; nothing
more. Still it will not do to leave any
point uncovered. That's why | want you
to keep him we'll in sight Do you see:"
| SeSN VI COURSE, teSpOnuet - %Au-
buron. Il can keep him in sight read
lily. Meantime, what do you yourself pro-
pose to do? Go to Blois, suppose
EXACTLY, and | start tomorrow morn
ing. That means l shall go to bed early
tonight. You must try and discover
this man Chabot's most intimate friends,
meanwhile. | may be gone for a day or
so. Try and go where he goes. to be in
vited where he is invited; and above all
don't let Lablanchc get ahead of us. He S
not such a fool as You think. If he makes
| blunders, remember he makes remarkably
clever ones.
There was some talk of ball to-mor-
row night remarked D'Auburon at
length, when he had we'll weighed the
| others words-''a ball at the VicOmte de
! Valiar'S-'
All do you know him.
Yes. as / know them all. | know OF
him. He can be got at If necessary. From
what Chabot dropped,' continued DAu-
buron. Il believe he intends to be there.
He is quite in with the de Valiars, |
understand You have heard of de Va
liars. l suppose? Great financial nabob,
and all that sort of thing"
Cassagne nodded. quietly. You ought
certainly to be there. One never knows
what may happen.
Now to find. in a population of near
ly thirty thousand people. this one indi-
vidual, this Henry Graham. who was last
| heard from in this very city seven years
ago" solilouuized NJ. Cassagne. as he
, stepped from his compartment on to the
platform of the little railway station and
, saw frowning from above him the ancient
castle of Blois All the way down in the
train he had been busily occupied in plan
ming how he would find tine human needle,
Henry Graham in the bundle OF hay,
Blois.
With nothing to guide him but his own
marvellous powers of reasoning. he now
started forth upon a search which ninety
nine men out OF Il hundred would nave
: considered worse than useless. For 1t
WAS quite within the bounds OF possibility
that the man he was looking for had lived
in Rlois under another name than that OF
Henry Graham.
NJ Cassasne sauntered quietly down
rho curving. narrow main street OF the
old town. BY nightfall he had accom-
, n,;shed this He had had his hair dress
, Cd nearly twenty times. he had ordered
, and paid for but barely tasted nearly
, fortv meals. He had discovered that
there we're exactly two inns for every
barber in the town of Bios. But nc
barber. and no innkeeper had been able
, to inform him of such person as Henry
Graham NJ. CaSsagne retired to rest IN
, tbe snuggest hostclry in the town, the
Golden Fleece. Z
Such progress did the detective make
tha next morning in the good graces OF
NJ. Cratteau. the proprietor OF the mn
tbat bv the time the ancient gilt clock
over the stables had chimed out the hail
hour NJ. Cratteau and he were on excel
lon terms walking around the little gar
dan and chatting and talking contiden
, TALLY. 3au
f,l fairy story. He was at Biois IN tht
: interests of little girl of whose person
and estate he had been appointed guar
a;an He had only to establish the dealt
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