The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1907-12-07

- very neet, when the leader pus Nh
hand to his mouth and uttered pecuJlaN
cry. Immediately from the alley ahea6'
o. him sprang two men. He was upon
them before he knew It He raised his
neavy stick and struck one down. The
other jumped at his throat and bore him
TO the ground. H#K 4
Even while he was thus fighting and
struggling for his life he became con-
scious that something was being done I'M
his favor. He saw medium sized, thick
set man standing over them and heard
him speaking in tones Of authority. Inn
mediately the fellow with whom he, was
lighting relaxed his hand on his throat.
On his dirty face alarm was plainly vidI
pie. With a muttered apology 70 the
thickset man he rushed to meet the mob
OF his fellows, exclaiming:
Back, you fools. It is Monsieur O.
sagne."
Quietly they all sneaked away from the
man whom Of all others they dreaded. He
had been known to 20 in among them.
ana at the point Of the pistol pick out,
some desperate criminal and deliver HIM
over to justice. That's how Alfred Cas-
sagne and Charles D'Auburon becams &C.
quainted.
profoundly grateful to NJ. Cassagne,,
DAuburon not only did not lose sight
OF him, but visited him often. The
friendship of the detective was thesothev'sI
salvation. Merely curious 1T first, DDAu-,
Duron ultimately became completely fas-,
cinated In the character and career Of his
friend.
7 Thinking that he, D'Auburon, had scent
and exhausted everything, he was aston-
ished to find these new fields of adven-
ture and occupation which this man had
titled to such perfection that they yield
ed an abundant harvest. Imagining he
knew it all, he stood humbled in the pres
ence of that genius, whose unequaled PEN
etration of the thoughts and methods, and
whose extraordinary knowledge Of the
ways of men and women, astonished while
1t enthralled him.
With an ardor which he could not have
believed he possessed he willingly placed
himself and his fortune at the disposal of
the great master in that most difficult Of
professions. D'Auburon, as Cassagne be-
fore him, succumbed to the destinations
of pursuit which the ignorant despise,,
simply because they do not comprehend
it. D'Auburon became first the pupil,
and finally the assistant of the great de-
tective. And D'Auburon and "CliQuot"
were one and the same man.
1t was nearly ten o'clock one morning
when D'Auburon jumped out of bed. He
had worked late the evening previous on
a pet literary project-Lives Of Great
Detectives. On the table of his sitting
room the manuscript upon which he had
been engaged still lay. Scattered near It
were half dozen volumes, all relating to
the same subject. D'Auburon stepped,
lightly from his bedroom into a small
kitchen at the back of the fiat. He struck
match, lit his gas stove and put on his
chocolate. Going to his bathroom he
turned on the cold water. Then he went
out and stood for moment in his dress
ing gown and slippers looking out through
the lace curtains into the street. He was
perceptibly bored. Active service was
what he was longing for. Failing that.
for things had been dull Of late, he had
fallen back upon his book.
He was aroused from his reverie by
the sound of the water boiling over In
the kitchen. Passing quickly through the
other two apartments he busted himself
in the preparation Of his chocolate. This
done, he took two rolls from small cup
board, put them on plate and carried
them into his sitting room, where he de-
posted them on the table. Then while
his chocolate was cooling he went to the
bathroom, where he threw aside his dress
ing gown and undergarmeht, kicked OF
his slippers and disported himself. for q
minute or two in the water. He was
plunging around, enjoying the icy con-.
tact as only thoroughly robust man,
does, when loud knocking at the door
of the sitting room was heard. He OPEN
ed the bathroom door without steppine
from the tub, and shouted Justify:
''Wait minute; l am bathing"
II can't wait. Hurry up" replied q
voice on the outside of the door. There's
a letter for you, monsieur" III
Ito be continued.)