The Havre herald. [volume] (Havre, Mont.) 1904-1908, 1908-07-01
The Roupell Mystery
CHAPTER XVIII.
A II n q any lie

Alfred Cassagne remained in earnest
conversation with Nine. Cresson for up
ward of two hours. During that period
the young woman several times retired
to the privacy Of her bed chamber and as
many times emerged therefrom, reappear
ing upon the last occasion dressed in full
street costume, and having her dark hair
entirely concealed with a profusion of
blonde, fluffy ringlets.
She had on a rather loud, plaid dress,
a travelling cape of Scotch wooden, and
a bonnet very plainly trimmed. Plain
gold earrings were in her ears, and in
her hand she carried a silk umbrella and
a small travelling bag. On her feet were
q paid of broad, large-heeed shoes and
over those white CATERS which twinked
in and out from under her petticoats as
she walked up and down the room. Ce-
leste looked on wonderingly and ate her
bon-bons. NJ. Cassagne examined her
mother with the eye Of a critic.
you'll do" he said presently, 'all but
the CATERS. | don't think those white
CATERS have reached London yet"
"Oh, monsieur is mistaken, / am sure"
replied Nine. Cresson, with enthusiasm.
II was on Regent street not two weeks
ago. You know l went over there on the
Peter Robinson case. They were very
generally worm
you are wrong. all the same. I was
over there myself lately. Caters were
worn, it is true, but in much darker
shades. London is always six months
behind Paris, and New York six months
behind London in such matters. Now,
don't contradict me, child. The English
ladies are not yet wearing them"
Nine. Cresson urged the point no fur
them. Turning to her maid, she said:
Bring me my dark gray CATERS, Ma
non; they are a year, at least, out Of
fashion in Paris, monsieur. l hope they
will satisfy you"
"You think l am very hard to please, "
remarked Cassagne. II may be so. I
know the kind of man I have to deal with
in Victor Lablanche, the project of po-
lice. I will call for you tomorrow at
ten o'clock In the meantime | have
quite deal to attend to-
He took his hat, kissed little Celeste
good-by, and, descending by the stairway,
opened the black door and passed out on
to the street.
AofC dph NroSESAC, tAicu litliS
Celeste, as she stood by the window
watching the retreating form of the gen
tleman who bought the bon-bons. Then
looking up at her mother, she added:
"You love him, too, don't you,
mamma?'
Celeste is goose" said Nine. Ores
son, her charming cheek tinged with
color, "and geese mustn't ask foolish
questions"
NJ. Cassagne pursued his way still fur
them into the intricacies of the Latin
Quarter. At last he stopped before 9
small shop, pushed up the latch of The
door and entered. A large, stout man
with pen behind his ear, was seated al
q high desk, with a pile of proof in front
of him. He nodded Familiarity to the de-
tectiye, got off his stool and at once CON
Quoted him into a private office.
"Ha! Monsieur Cassagne,' he exclaim
ed. What can l do for you to-day?"
II have two small jobs for you. It's
simply to set two lines of type, and print
a couple Of cards. | will pay you wei
for it. Can you do it personally, SO thai
no one else will know what you are do
ing? and can you do it right away?'
II can. Write out what you wish
printed. Here is a pen and some paper.
Il want you to set up this" said Gas
sagne, as he handed his copy to tn,
printer. "Set it up in English type, ant
strike it off on English paper. I viii
wait here for it."
Twenty minutes later M. Cassagnt
was on the street. In his pocket, neatly
packed between sheets Of tissue paper t.
prevent their setting off," were 81,
sheets Of note paper, and on the tot
right-hand corner of each was printed
the words, in bold English type:
"Office of
SUPERINTENDENT OF POLICE
Scotland Yard,
London, W. c."
He also bore two cards which read:
MR.. GEORGE RUSSELL,
"36 Eaton Square"
Casagne jumped into a cab and drov
home. Arrived there he took off his ha
and coat and washed his hands carefully
Then he took down from an upper shell
an old letter file, and turning to tn
letter H." drew out a letter addressed t.
himself which was written in a larg
English hand. Next he took from tn
pocket of his coat the six sheets of pape
and the two cards. The latter he pu
into a card case by themselves; the for
mer he put on the table.
Then he got pen and some ink an
went to work, laboriously but skillfully
After spelling three sheets of paper h
produced something he was satisfied with
Taking the letter to the window he he'll
1t to the light, as if admiring his ow,
handiwork, and read as follows:
"Office of
SUPERINTENDENT OF POLICE
Scotland Yard,
London, ". c., July 6, 19--
~Victor Lablanche, Esq, Prefect of Pc
lice, Paris, France:
"Dear Sir-This will Introduce to 70
Mr.. George Russell, a friend of min,
who with his wife intends making
pleasure trip on the continent.
ANY courtesy that you can extend t
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