Troy weekly news. (Troy, Idaho) 1897-1933, 1908-05-01

hand OF garrotcr or made the lcqusist-
ance Of a sandbag.
Dark figures were creeping from the |
alleys behind him Mysterious whistles |
resounded and re-echoed from the courts. |
Something told him Of his danger. He |
stopped and looked up at name on the
corner house, just legible in the dingy
lamp light. To what part Of Paris had
he wandered? He was In the Rue Rrodier.
lnvoluntarily he turned to retrace his
steps, only to find himself confronted BY
a half score of sturdy ruffians. He grasp
ed his stick the tighter and backed closer
to the wall. His face was very pale
but he did not show any sign of fear.
You will 60 on" he answered, defiant
ly, "or l will call the police"
The police! But few of those cattle
make their beats in the Rue Brodier, even
In the daytime" retorted the leader of
the rufians. Come, your money, young
master"
DAuburon put his hand in his pocket
and flung into the air what silver and
gold he had about him. 1t fell upon the
pavement under the street lamp. They
rushed at it like beasts Then D'Au-
huron lost his nerve. He thought he saw
his opportunity. He sprang into the
middle Of the street and ran like deer.
The mob rushed after him. He would
have distanced them all, perhaps, he was
so very fleet, when the leader put his
hand to his mouth and uttered peculiar
cry. Immediately from the alley ahead
Of him sprang two men. He was upon
them before he knew it. He raised his
heavy stick and struck one down. The
other jumped at his throat and bore him
to the ground.
Even while he was thus fighting and
struggling for his life he became con-
scious that something was being done in
his favor. He saw a medium sized, thick
set man standing over them and heard
him speaking in tones of authority. I'M
mediately the fellow with whom he was
fighting relaxed his hand on his throat.
! On his dirty face alarm was plainly visi-
Bile. With a muttered apology TO the
thickset man he rushed to meet the mob
of his fellows, exclaiming:
Back, you fools. 1t is Monsieur Cas-
sagne."
Quietly they all sneaked away from the
man whom of all others they dreaded. He
had been known to go in among them,
and 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 DAuburon became &C
quainted.
Profoundly grateful to NJ. Cassagne
D'Auburon not only did not lose sight
of him, but visited him often. The
friendship of the detective was the others
salvation. Merely curious at first, D'Au
huron ultimately became completely fas
cinated in the character and career of hi:
friend.
Thinking that he, D'Auburon, had seer
and exhausted everything, he was aston
ished to find these new fields of adven
ture and occupation which this man ha'
titled to such perfection that they yield
ed an abundant harvest. Imagining h
knew it all, he stood humbled In the pres
ence of that genius, whose unequaled pen
etration of the thoughts and methods ant
whose extraordinary knowledge of tn
ways of men and women, astonished Will
it enthralled him.
With an ardor which he could not hav
believed he possessed, he willingly place
himself and his fortune at the disposal o
the great master in that most difficult o
professions. D'Auburon, as Cassagne be
, fore him, succumbed to the fascination
of a pursuit which the ignorant despist
simply because they do not comprehen
it. D'Auburon became first the pupi
and finally the assistant Of the great dc
tective. And D'Auburon and "Cliquot
, were one and the same man.
. 1t was nearly ten o'clock one mornin
when D'Auburon jumped out of bed. II
, had worked late the evening previous o
= pet literary project-Lives of Greo
Detectives. On the table of his sittin
room the manuscript upon which he ha
, been engaged still lay. Scattered near
. were half a dozen volumes, all relating t
I the same subject. D'Auburon steppe
lightly from his bedroom into a sma
: kitchen at the back of the fiat. He struc
/ a match. lit his gas stove and put on hi
chocolate. Going to his bathroom h
turned on the cold water. Then he wer
out and stood for a moment in his dress
q ing gown and slippers looking out throug
, the lace curtaine into the street. He wa
perceptibly bored. Active service wa
what he was longing for. Failing tina
, for things had been dull of late, he ha
p fallen back upon his book.
). He was aroused from his reverie
/ the sound of the water boiling over
!. the kitchen. Passing quickly through til
: other two apartments he busted himse
q in the preparation of his chocolate TIL
: done, he took two rolls from small cul
board, put them on plate and carrie