The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1907-11-23
The RoupeH Mystery
CHAPTER yI.-(Continued.D
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CHAPTER yI.-(Continued.l
The doctor and Emily Weldon contin-
ued to slowly promenade up and down
the terrace United by that secret bond
of sympathy which ofttimes brings two
natures together unconsciously, they ex-
perienced an indefinable comfort in each
others society.
A solitary figure, that of some worthy
ourgher of Paris, attracted. doubtless, to
Villeneuve by the sensa tional reports IN
the newspapers, was the only living OBJ
ject that was in view. Looking. at him
the doctor observed:
There is no gauging the depth of hui
man curiosity"
THAT is so. There have been several
here since and she glanced up to the
darkened chamber above, with a shud-
der. ''They walk in and out as If they
owned the place He looks like a retired
tradesman of some kind He is pretty
cool for a trespasser. See. he has seat
ed himself on the turf, and is throwing
bread to the swans
Don't disturb him." said the doctor.
'See with what care he spreads that red
handkerchief over his knees. He has tax
en- out some sandwiches, and is evidently
enjoying them"
Miss Weldon again smiled. 1t was
really quite ludicrous to watch the old
gentleman from Paris. He appeared to
be totally oblivious of the presence of
the people on the terrace. Having eaten
his sandwich, he presently arose and
threw the crumbs adhering to his hand
kerchief to the expectant swans. The
doctor laughed outright; so loudly, indeed,
as to apparently attract the attention of
the old gentleman who, glancing but once
In their direction with an indignant air,
walked away and disappeared among the
trees.
A half hour more elapsed and still NJ.
Cassagne did not some. Hardly able to
conceal his irritation at the delay, DR..
Mason at length retired to the library,
where he busted himself in some scientific
calculations in which he had been abrupt
ly interrupted by the startling news of
the murder of Nine. Roupell. For an
hour he remained oblivioussto all else
save sines, cosines, tangents. secants and
cosecants. An abtruse trigonometrical
problem was before him. and to it's solu-
ton he was devoting himself heart and
soul, when suddenly he became aware of
an obstruction of the light from the win
dow. Looking up, to his intense annoy
ance he perceived the inquisitive burgher
from Paris, his nose fattened against
the glass, staring vacuously into the
apartment
Anger was expressed in every feature
Of the physicians countenance as he
threw the French window wide open
but the worthy burgher did not seem to
be at all disconnected. On the contrary,
availing himself of the opportunity, be-
fore the doctor could stop him, Me stepped
over the low sill and entered the library.
Sir, this unwarrantable intrusion at
such a moment" began the physician.
May perhaps surprise you," interrupt
ed the burgher; "but have you given or
ders about the truffles?"
The doctor stared with establishment
and stepped back two or three PAGES.
you are" he gasped, you cannot be
Monsieur"
Il am" replied the burgher, an indie
scribable twinkle in his eye, as he noted
the doctors amazement. Il am the per-
son you are about to mention-Alfred
Cassagne, the detective" and with a pro-
found bow, he handed DIR. Mason his card.