The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1908-07-03

mo. it must be cash. That is only |
fair. l am sorry monsieur has run be- |
yond his bank. 1t is the rule Of the
game"
The Frenchman had his opponent fair
ly outbet. But the temptation to make
more was strong upon him. The Swiss
had already scribbled an I. o. U. 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.
II can't take l. o. U.S." he said. Il
must have absolute security"
Then they saw the Swiss take from
the pocket of his vest a 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 ysu 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
" at it.
| sxThnu hou hath hoou fn hid 1tlyA
this" said one they have doubtless gone
to make some arrangement together.
They waited for minute-for Eve
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.
ut is more than I can do" replied
the Swiss. my men surround this house.
You cannot possibly get away. Such
mercy as I may, give you. 1t is better
| than the gulllotlne.
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, 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:
"Good-by; 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 hi.
face that stopped them irresistibly, or
, the very threshold.
II wouldn't come in, if were you. Tn,
Vicomte de Valiar has shot himself. II,
was the murderer of Madame Roupell
the old lady who lived at Villeneuve," b.
! went on to explain.
"Oh, Monsieur Lazare! ~
II am not Monsieur Lazare; l 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 know
!, in the shop windows of Paris.
"You had better all go home" he sug
r. gested, and they went slowly away, al
= but one passing safely through the cor
4 don of police.
As Herr Goldstein came out with tn
= rest D'Auburon placed his hand upon hi
70 shoulder.
Il want you," he said.
m Another detective?"
10 Eyes, another detective"
ia They took him away INTERESTINGLY, an
Is Cassagne and D'Auburon went into tn
conservatory together. There across tn
10 coming of the marble fountain, prone o
70 his face and stone dead, with the bloc
a oozing slowly from a small wound in hi
forehead and tinging with red the gree
J, leaves of the water lilies, lay the body G
ID Philip Graham.
to Nearly a year had passed away sine
of the death of Philip Graham. The CHI
re teau Villeneuve, from its long period {
Id gloom and mourning, awoke one day wit
IN bells pealing joyously from its tower
!? its parks and woodlands smiling beneat
m the radiance of the summer sun.
From an early hour old Pierre had bee
IN awake, bustlins hither and thither. e
n expected visitors, and long before the
n arrival, everything was in readiness fl
s their reception.
to The train from Paris was in at las
es a merry group met on the platform, ar
so it's members took carriages for the CHI
at teau. The first one was occupied by d
X and Mrs. Paul Mason. The second
lie Mr.. and Mrs. Van Lith. The third
lg. the mayor of Villeneuve and NJ. Delorm
the justice of the peace. The fourth
n NJ. D'Auburoa and NJ. Victor Lablanch
i'd. for the latter was magnanimous ge
tleman, and could forgive victory wh'
rival had fairly earned it.
nd 1t was noon. Breakfast was qui
on ready. The finest and Oldest wines