Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1907-11-01
CHAPTER XVIII.

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.sa young woman several times retired
eps no privacy of her bed chamber and as
70 'I lines emerged therefrom, reappear-
81 pAN! the last occasion dressed in full
no costume, and having her dark hair
ST. concealed with a profusion Of
S SL fluffy ringlets.
ST. had on a rather loud, plaid dress,
srovaIjng cape of Scotch wooden, and
Lonne+ very plainly trimmed. Plain
- earrings were in her ears, and In
gu bond she carried a silk umbrella and
HS- aoII travelling bag. On her feet were
noid Of broad, large-heeled shoes and
~ those white CATERS which twinkled
,.,d ont from under her petticoats as
- -, walked I'd and down the room. &C.
In looked on wonderingly and ate her
hons NJ. Cassagne examined her
r.otbar with the eye of a critic.
..you'u do" he said presently, "all but
H., CATERS. | don't think those white
ni-arg have reached London yet"
"Ob. monsieur is mistaken, I am sure"
.,,Iad Nine. Cresson, with enthusiasm.
81 was on Regent street not two weeks
,.o You know | went over there on the
potor Robinson case. They were very
generally worm
"7ou are wrong all the same. l was
oror there myself lately. Caters were
morn. It is true, but in much darker
rbodos London is always six months
bobfnd Paris, and New York six months
boblnd London in such matters. Now,
don't contradict me, child. The English
Nine. Cresson urged the point no fur
them. Turning to her maid, she said:
Bring me my dark gray CATERS, Ma
NON they are a year, at least, out of
fashion in Paris, monsieur. I hope they
will satisfy you"
You think 1 am very hard to please"
remarked Cassagne. Il may be so.
know the kind of man I have to deal with
in Victor Lablanche, the project of po-
lice I will call for you tomorrow at
fen o'clock In the meantime l have
quite a deal to attend to-"
He took his hat, kissed little Celeste
good-by, and, descending by the stairway,
opened the black door and passed out on
to the street
II love Papa Cassagne," cried little
Celeste, as she stood by the window
watching the retreating form of the gen
tlpman who bought the bon-bons. Then
looking up at her mother, she added:
You love him, too, don't you,
mammal
Celeste is a goose" said Nine. Ores
son, her charming cheek tinged with
color. and geese mustn't ask foolish
questions"
VI. Cassagne pursued his way still fur
them into the intricacies of the Latin
Quarter. At last he stopped before a
small shop, pushed up the latch of the
door and entered. A large, stout man,
with pen behind his ear, was seated at
high desk, with a pile of proof in front
of him. He nodded Familiarity to the de-
tectiye, got off his stool and at once con-
daCted him into a private Office.
"Ha Monsieur Cassagne,' he exclaim-
ed. What can 1 do for you to-day?"
Il have two small jobs for you. It's
simply to set two lines of type, and print
me half a dozen sheets of note paper; also
a couple of cards. l will pay you we'll
for it. Can you do it personally, so that
no one else will know what you are do
ing? and can you do it right away?"
Il can. Write out what you wish
printed. Here is a pen and some paper"
i want you to set up this" said Cas-
sagne, as he handed his copy to the
printer. Set it up in English type, and
strike it off on English paper. 1 will
wait here for it."
Twenty minutes later NJ. Cassagne
was on the street. In his pocket, neatly
packed between sheets of tissue paper to
prevent their setting off," were six
sheets Of note paper, and on the top
rght-hand corner of each was printed
the words, in bold English type:
"Office of
SUPERINTENDENT OF POLICE
Scotland Yard,
London, W. c."
lie also bore two cards which read:
MR.. GEORGE RUSSELL,
"36 Eaton Square"
tasagne Jumped into a cab and drove
home. Arrived there he took off his hat
and coat and washed his hands carefully.
linen ne took down from an upper shelf
an old letter file, and turning to the
!etter H, drew out letter addressed to
himself, which was written in a large
English hand. Next he took from the
pocket Of his coat the six sheets of paper
ana the two cards. The latter he put
into card case by themselves; the for
uer he put on the table.
Then he got a pen and some ink and
went to work, laboriously but skillfully.
Alter spelling three sheets of paper he
produced something he was satisfied with.
1ahng the letter to the window he held
II to the light, as if admiring his own
Ianal|ork, and read as follows:
"Office of
SUPERINTENDENT OF POLICE,
Scotland Yard,
,,.. London, W. c., July 6, IS
victor Lablanche, Esq, Project of Po-
lice, Paris, France:
Dear Sir-This will introduce to you
NF' George Russell, a friend of mine,
VINO with his wife intends making a
pressure trip on the continent
=, Any courtesy that you can extend to
VT, russell during his visit in Paris will
0S mighty appreciated by me.
Yours very truly,
JAMES 7. HENDERSON,,
"Sup+ Police"