Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1908-05-30
CHAPTER XVI.

OilAI Az 4.
More than week had elapsed since
the departure of NJ. Cassagne, during
which time his assistant in Paris, Charles
D'Auburon, had received no word of him.
One morning, however, he got a laconic
message over the wire: Rue de Prov
ence, 2 D. IN. Tuesday," by which he
rightly surmised that his chief would
meet him at his lodgings at the hour
named. Almost on the stroke of the
clock, D'Auburon heard the detective
climbing the stairs leading to his apart
ments.
'He is pretty tired" cogitated the
He was right. Alfred Cassagne had no
sooner entered the room than he flung
himself heavily into chair. His face
wore an expression of anxiety. His dress
was disorlered. He seemed dreadfully
fatigued and dispirited. D'Auburon
FASTENED to relieve him OF his hat and
light overcoat, and to take the hot wig
from his head.
"You look worn out old fellow he
exclaimed. Pull of your boots and
coat, and make yourself comfortable"
Thus invited, Alfred Cassagne Invested
himself of these articles Of apparel, re-
marking as he pulled OF his boots:
81 haven't had these of for the last
forty eight hours-and they were too
tight for me anyhow
Anything gone wrs~gY~
ITO be brief, all eur wsrk Of the past
tive weeks has to be dess ever again"
~WhatY' exclaimed DAuburen.. 'Ds
you mean to say we are on the wreng
trackr"
II will tell yea right now" replied
NJ. Cassagne. -; Is a peculiar story. l
sooa settled the question as to where
Graham was"
"Yeu have found him, then? and it Is
not he who committed the crime? All,
that is bad. Our theory at once falls to
the ground"
mot so fast. Don't anticipate me.
However, | may tell you that Henry Ora
ham had no more to do with the murder
of Madame Roupeil than yeu or l had
at is very extraordinary"
Not extraordinary at all. Bat let me
begin at the beginning | left Paris hay
ing in my possession certain facts upon
which l knew / could thoroughly rely
One of them was that Graham had gone
to Belliers. taking his little son with
him; another that he had been ia CORE.
spondence with woman there whose first
name was Helene. and whom | firmly be-
lieved TO be the mother Of the child"
Yes, l recollect all that; 60 on, pray
what next?"
ARRIVED at Belliers, | instituted every
possible inquiry as to whether such per
sons as Graham and his son were known
or had ever been known there. This
search occupied the greater portion of my
time. / was about to despair when
stumbled across an old priest who told m,
that he had known the man l was il
search of.
"'Are you friend OF hisT asked tn,
priest. 1 am l replied. Then 70,
will be shocked when you hear what hap
pened TO him. Come with me, and | vii
tell you his story | followed the priest
expecting to hear that he was the inmat'
Of some charitable institution. or havinl
lost his reason was confined in some pri
vate asylum. He led the way to hi
church, and there in the little buryinl
ground he pointed me out grave. At it
head was stone on which l read:
"'HENRY GRAHAM,
Aged CO years."
what" exclaimed D'Auburon, aston
ished beyond measure. WAS II our Hen
ny Grahaml 1t can't be possible p
There is not the slightest doubt abeu
it When / saw that tombstone, ysu cal
imagine how l felt after all the tim
and trouble l had given this case.
was as if the bottom had dropped out o
everything. The priest saw, NO doubt
that l was strangely affected He attrit
uted my agitation to grief.
TEL me something about my poo
old friend, l said L have heard tina
he was in very bad circumstances. Di
he die poorT
Very replied the priest. But h
was cared for by mother church. Ths
stone was erected by his son. ALL b
was sad scamp, a willful fellow, VIII
gave his poor father no end of trouble