The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1908-03-12


over the record of the trial. Philip La
Seur may have called witnesses to testify
in his own behalf-to speak, for instance,
of his former good characterized who
knows what we may learn from them
Go out and get cab, while l take down
the. number of the case and put away
these books"
| ITO the Palais de Justice"
As they ere about to step into cab,
newsboy approached them, crying:
Horrible murder A body found In
| the Seine p
Buy paper, D'Auburon," said Cas-
sagne, as he leaped into the vehicle
DAuburon did as requested, and jump
ing into the cab after his friend, spread
the sheet just wet from the press out
upon his knees.
"Ah!' he calculated, this plot thick
ems with vengeance. Whom do you think
the murdered man is?"
II cannot guess"
ut is Yougeot, the detective whom the
project Of police placed on the track of
Jules Chabot."
1t was not voluminous document, the
Philip La Seur To be sure, no one from
a perusal of 1t could have argued the
identity of the prisoner In the case with
the Philip Graham of Beliers. But were
the facts Cleaned from the evidence con-
clusive2 Certainly not There were
points Of identity, however, which were
quite marked; the age of the prisoner
nearly correspondent with that of the man
they were looking for he had not been
all his life in Paris he had neither father
nor mother livlng-but beyond that there
was little enough about his family his
tory. The court had offered to appoint
lawyer to defend him, which offer the
prisoner had refused and had made not
unable speech in his own behalf, which |
In all likelihood had been the means of |
sensibly influencing the court, for in |
pronouncing sentence, the judge had ex |
pressed his regret that the prisoner had |
misused his talents to commit the crime
with which he stood charged. Though
he examined all the papers connected
with the case, Cassagne was unable to
discover anything by which the identity
of the two persons could be more fully
1--WE have yet the locket," he said, at
length, "hich perhaps may help us"
But it is the locket Of Henry, not
Philip Graham" said D'Auburon.
81 have not forgotten that" replied
the detective. But family likeness is
a strong thing sometimes. This portrait
Of Henry Graham is undoubtedly a good
likeness. Recollect that DIR. Mason, the
Iaundress, the janitor at Blols and the
priest at Beliers have all recognized it as
his portrait 1t was taken when he was
quite a young man. Sometimes father
md son, at the same age, very closely re-
,emble each other. If there should be a
strong likeness between the portrait and
Philip La Sour whom should you take
he latter to be-"
why, Philip Graham Of. course, as we
lave all along hoped; but what of that?
We have no portrait with which to com
,are IT,"
"You forget" replied Cassagne, "the
dlnirable collection of photographs at
,olice headquarters"
(which is under the strict surveillance
f the project of police. Do you sup
ose he would allow rs to look at them,
Ghen our success means his defeat? Not
xactly; why, we could never get beyond
he door"
81 will take care of that" replied NJ
,assagne.
NJ. Cassagne, on parting with his
riend, buttoned up his coat with the
ir of man who prepares himself for
nergetic action, and passing across the q
ver, plunged into the most intricate re- |
esses of the Latin Quarter. Before L
tossing the river, however, he had stop c
ed at famous confectioner's and pur- q
lased box of bon-bons. What did NJ. 9
assagne want with such things?
Arrived at a house in the Rue Bat :
ney, NJ. Cassagne stepped inside the =
illway and pressed his finger on small u
hite button. The sound of an electric Il
IL ringing upstairs was almost imf1eti-
ely followed by voice exclaiming C,
,wn the speaking tube: a,
who is thereW .,
as that Madame Cresson?" inquired !,
e detective, In a low but distinct voice. -
at is" u
81 am Alfred Cassagne Let me come al
,stairs. l want to see you about i'm S
rtant business"
A changing sound was heard, and a
lck door which had hitherto prevented
yress to the stairway, released by 9"
ring, swung slowly back upon its III
nges. The detective stepped on to the ed
hrs, and, closing the door after him
tn some care, assembled to the second XII
Try.
A small darkcomplexioned woman, in
parently about twenty-five years of age, on
ened the door of one of the apartments,
invited him TO enter. The room was
atty furnished and was evidently one
suite. At table near one of the eli
ndows a little girl sat doing sums on a
tie. She bad the black hair of her r,e
Their; a beautiful saucy, piquant
nth; eyes of deep, scintillating blue:
! little figure that was the very per- ou
ton of childish grace. She arose on on
entrance of the detective, and ran Ph
Tard him, holding out both hands,
All Papa Alfred, how do you do?"
exclaimed. Have you brought me =,
he bon -bonsg lei
A kiss first" cried the detective, lift
her In his arms.
die Celeste Cresson having complied
placing both arms around his neck bon
putting her charming mouth to his, Pr;
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