The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1908-06-12
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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 character-and who
knows what we may learn from them?
Go out and get a cab, while 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, 4
newsboy approached them, crying:
Horrible murder! A body found in
the Seine !"
buy a 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 ISL"
II cannot guess"
1T is Vougeot, the detective whom the
project of police placed on the track of
Jules Chabot."
It was not a voluminous document, the
report of the trial and conviction Of
Philip La Seur. To be sure, no one from
perusal of it could have argued the
identity of the prisoner in the case with
the Philip Graham Of Belliers. But were
the facts cleaned from the evidence con-
elusive? Certainly not. There were
points of identity, however, which were
quite marked; the age Of the prisoner
nearly corresponded with that of the man
ho hoI hoo
all his life in Paris he had neither father
nor mother living-but beyond that there
was little enough about his family his
tory. The court had offered to appoint
a 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
established.
I'VE have yet the locket," he said, at
length, "hich perhaps may help u.s."
But it is the locket Of Henry, not
Philip Graham" said D'Auburon.
II have not forgotten that" replied
the detective. But a family likeness is
| a strong thing sometimes. This portrait
of Henry Graham is undoubtedly a good
likeness. Recollect that DR.. Mason, the
laundress, the janitor at Blois and the
| Dol Hor ill
his portrait 1t was taken when he was
quite young man. Sometimes father
and son, at the same age, very closely re-
semble each other. If there should be a
strong likeness between the portrait and
Philip La Seur whom should you take
the latter to be?"
"Why, Philip Graham, Of course, as we
have all along hoped; but what Of that?
We have no portrait with which to COM
pare It,"
"You forget" replied Cassagne, 'the
admirable collection of photographs at
police headquarters"
(Which is under the strict surveillance
Of the project of police. Do you sup
pose he would allow US to look at them,
| when our success means his defeat? Not
exactly; why, we could never get beyond
the door,"
II will take care Of that" replied M.
Cassagne.
M. Cassagne, ON parting with his
friend, buttoned up his coat with the
air of a man who prepares himself for
energetic action, and passing across the
river, plunged into the most intricate re-
cesses Of the Latin Quarter. Before
crossing the river, however, he had stop.
ped at a famous confectioner's and pur-
chased box of bon-bons. What did M
Cassagne want with such things?
Arrived at house in the Rue Bat.
tiney, NJ. Cassagne stepped inside the
hallway and pressed his finger on a small
white button. The sound of an electric
bell ringing upstairs was almost immedi.
ately followed by voice exclaimina
down the speaking tube:
"Who is there?"
Ills that Madame Cresson?" inquired
the detective, in a low but distinct voice
ut is"
II am Alfred Cassagne. Let me come
upstairs. l want to see you about i'm
portant business"
A changing sound was heard, and q
} black door which had hitherto prevented
ingress to the stairway, released by q
spring, swung slowly back upon it,
hinges. The detective stepped on to tn.
} stairs, and, closing the door after him
with some care, assembled to the seconG
story.
| A small, dark-complexioned woman
apparently about twenty live years of age
opened the door of one of the apartments
and invited him to enter. The room wa.
neatly furnished and was evidently on,
Of suite. At table near one of thu
windows little girl sat doing sums on
slate. She had the black hair of hel
mother; beautiful, saucy, piquan-
mouth eyes of a deep, scintillating blue
and little figure that was the very per
lection Of childish grace. She arose OF
. the entrance of the detective, and RAJ
J toward him, holding out both hands.
"Ah! Papa Alfred, how do you dor
! she exclaimed. Have you brought m,
some bon-bons?"
"A kiss frst," cried the detective, lift
ing her In his arms.
Mile Celeste Cresson having compile,
, by placing both arms around his necl
: and putting her charming mouth to his
he set her down on the floor and bad
] her search for the bon-bons, in the cours