The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1908-05-08

she knows what they want. She may be
able to tell you something about him"
1t was barely nine o'clock when M.
Cassagne, having finished his coffee and
rolls, issued forth from the courtyard
of the Golden Fleece, and proceeded in
the direction of the Rue du Concert. 1t
was a short street, containing neither
inns nor barber shops, which, perhaps.
accounted TO his not having previously
set foot within its precincts. II 1t had
not been for the fortuitous meeting with
Cratteau, in all probability M. Cas-
sagne would never have thought OF
looking there for traces of Henry Ora
ham.
1t was bright. smart shop, with
large plate glass windows. in which were
displayed. beautifully ironed, two long
lace curtains, lying specimens of the quail
ity of the work which was never. even
for the best customers, done within. The
interior of the establishment was fitted
up with a large stove in the rear. IN
which dozens of irons were heating. Rang
ed in long rows across the floor were the
ironing benches at which the women la
bored. Through an open door at the
back, a glimpse of huge piles of linen. in
various stages of renovation, was to be
had. The whole place was full OF steam.
Though the weather was warm. there was
an entire absence of proper ventilation.
The atmosphere of the place to one UNI
accustomed to breathe it was intolerable.
The appearance of the young women
in the establishment of Nine. Beausan-
tin, however, entirely belied that of the
popular picture. Notwithstanding the ar
duous character of their employment. they
were as robust and strong as amazons.
The glow of health was on their cheeks.
and the muscles of their bare arms and
necks stood out like whip cords. They
were not at work, however, when M. Cas-.
sagne arrived. 1t was time-honored
custom of the establishment that from
nine o'clock to half-past was to be de-
voted to rest and refreshment.
When M. Cassagne intimated his wish
for a strictly private interview with Nine.
Beausantin she bowed consent and led
the way to an inner apartment.
M. Cassagne took a seat. Nine. Beau
santin stood with one elbow on the man
telpiece, and eyed him curiously. She had
been mistaken in the gentleman being
customer, she told herself. What then
was the object of the present visit? She
was soon to know. The detective APP
preached point blank the one subject
which was always uppermost in his mind.
"Can you tell me anything OF the
whereabouts of one Henry Graham? You
were his laundress some seven years ago"
In a moment he had hit upon plan
of enlisting the cooperation of Nine.
Beausantin. An excellent judge of char
acter, he could tell that greed of gain
was one of her predominant traits. Then,
without giving the laundress time to deny
or affirm his statement. he added in an
| impressive tone:
my name is Alfred Cassagne. and I
Am detective from Paris"
Nine. Beausantins little beady eyes no
| longer twinkled. Instead, they appeared
to be dilated to twice their former size.
Her hands trembled apprehensively and
her fingers interlaced themselves together
in a spasm of sudden nervousness.
"A detective!" she gasped. when she
was at length able to command her voice.
do not be alarmed madame" said
Cassagne. mot the slightest harm is in
tended to you. On the contrary. perhap pa
| may be able to make your special
knowledge of this affair of considerable
pecuniary advantage to you. Take seat.
There is a good deal to talk about"
The calm tone of the detective some
what treasured the proprietress of the
laundry. She sat down. The look OF
alarm on her face gave way to her pre-
dominant expression-the expression OF
greed.
what do you want to know ~ was hel
eager question, in voice which asked al
most as distinctly as words, What will
you pay for it?
IT want to know as much of Monsieur
Graham's history as you are acquainted
with"
He drew from his pocketbook two bills
of the Bank of France. They were of the
denomination of one hundred francs
apiece. Taking one between his finger
and thumb, he pushed it toward Nine
Beausantin across the table.
when you tell me all you know about
Monsieur Graham. you shall have thu
other one," he remarked, impressively.
1.-THE sum is entirely too small, mon
sieur." she said. 'for information which
is really worth having"
ITO be continued.)