The Havre herald. [volume] (Havre, Mont.) 1904-1908, 1908-05-20
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him." replied the physician, bore the
postmark of Blois. That must be twenty
years ago, as near as | can recollect."
The first thing Cassagne did on his
arrival in Paris was to call on his friend
and pupil. Charles D'Auburon. He found
him at home, his face glowing with sup
pressed enthusiasm.
Now" said Cassagne. tell us what
has happened? Have you found Jules
Chabot, and what progress have you made
toward getting acquainted
Il already knew him slightly" an
swered D'Auburon. II approached him
cautiously. because if he is really imp'i-
Gated in this matter he would naturally
be suspicious of any sudden show of
friendship. Fortune favored me, how
ever. | managed to lose a game of bill
lizards to him at the Alliance this morn
ing. the stakes luncheon at the Cafe
Anglais, whittier we repaired shortly af
ter. What do you think that laundering
idiot Labanche is doing? He has set
someone to shadowing Monsieur Chabot.
The fellow followed Us in a cab. I
thought we had given him the slip, but,
looking out of the windows of the Cafe
Anglais there he was lounging against a
lamp post, and looking like detective all
over. Did you ever hear of such clumsi-
ness in all your life?'
You must exercise your ingenuity, my
dear boy. A little thing like that shouldn't
disturb you Always recollect that in
this business it is the man who keeps
cool that wins. 1t is a golden maxim"
D'Auburon was rapidly COOLING. He
had been waiting all the evening for the
| arrival of his friend to indulge in his
| TRADE against the project. He had deli7
cred himself. Then he became again, as
Cassagne put 1t, "a reasoning being
Cassagne then gave D'Auburon short
| sketch Of what had occurred at the Cha
| teau Eilleneuve. He finish his account
| by producing the little gold ocket.
''The man who wore this was last heard
from at Blois. The owner of this locket
was the man who actually murdered Mad
anne Roupell. Whether he had accom-
plices or not 1t is hard at present to say.
The project argues, doubtless, from Jules
| Chabot's presence in the chateau on the
night of the murder, that he is in some
way connected with it. My own opinion
is that it is mere coincidence: nothing
more. Still it will not do to leave any
point uncovered. That's why I want you
to keep him we'll ia sight. Do you seeT'
II see, of course" responded D'Au-
buron. II can keep Aim in sight read
! lily. Meantime, what do you yourself pro-
pose to do? Go to Blois, | suppose
| Exactly, and I start tomorrow morn
ing. That means I shah go to bed early
tonight You must try and discover
this man Chabot's most intimate friends.
meanwhile. | may be gone for day or
so. Try and go where he goes, to be in
vited where he is invited; and above all
don't let Labanche get ahead of us. He's
not such fool as you think. If he makes
plumbers. remember he makes remarkably
clever ones"
''There was some talk of ball to-mor-
row night" remarked D'Auburon at
length, when he had we'll weighed the
others words-'a ball at the Vicomte de
Valars--"
"Ah do you know him?'
Eyes, as I know them all. | know OF
him. He can be got at if necessary. From
what Chabot dropped" continued DAu
huron, II believe he intends to be there
He is quite in with the de Valars,
understand You have heard of de Va
liars, l suppose? Great financial nabob
and all that sort of thing"
Cassagne nodded, quietly. You ough
certainly to be there. One never know:
what may happen"
Now to find, in a population of near
J ly thirty thousand people, this one indi
vidual, this Henry Graham, who was las
; heard from in this very city seven year
, ago." sofiloquized NJ. Cassagne, as h
J stepped from his compartment on to tn
/ platform of the little railway station an
saw frowning from above him the ancien
castle of Blois. All the way down in tn
} train he had been busily occupied in plan
: ming how he would find the human needle
| Henry Graham, in the bundle of hay
t Blois.
4 With nothing to guide him but his ow
marvellous powers of reasoning, he nov
I started forth upon a search which ninet,
: nine men out of a hundred would hav
e considered worse than useless. For
was Quite within the bounds of possibilt
a that the man he was looking for had live
Il in Blois under another name than that
= Henry Graham.
It NJ Cassagne sauntered quietly dow
l. the curying, narrow main street of tt
y old town. By nightfall be had accom-
e plished this: He had had his hair dres
lie ed nearly twenty times, he had ordere
d and paid for but barely tasted near
ID forty meals. He had discovered tn:
s. there were exactly two inns for ever
e. barber in the town of Blois. But I
IS barber, and no innkeeper had been alb
ID to inform him Of such person as Hem
b, Graham. NJ. Cassagne retired to rest
a the Suggest hostelry in the town, tt
th Golden Fleece.
it. Such progress did the detective nal
u the next morning in the good graces
ed N. Cratteau, the proprietor Of the in
wv that by the time the ancient gilt clio
over the stables had chimed out the he
hour, NJ. Cratteau and he were on exc
len terms, walking around the little "a
on den and chatting and talking confde
to TALLY.