Troy weekly news. (Troy, Idaho) 1897-1933, 1908-05-22

bot and Herr Goldstein to the very en-
trance of the Bourse. Unable to obtain
admission to the floor, he had recourse to
the gallery. 1t was nearly empty. An
old lady and young couple from the
country, evidently on their honeymoon
trip, were its sole occupants He sat in
the gallery for upward of an hour, his
gaze constantly on the floor of the ex-
change, where the vicomte, the broker
ever at his elbow, moved restlessly from
group to group, manipulating his deals.
When Herr Goldstein left the Bourse
twenty minutes later unaccompanied by
his companions, the small man tapped him
on the elbow. The broker started vio-
lenuy; the creases in his face grew
stronger; a perceptible flush overspread
his features
"Galliardw he gasped. "Im glad to
see you !"
'As good hand at lie as ever, amt
you, Kaufman?" sneered the small man.
Hush, don't breathe that name here"
whispered the broker, looking around him
nervously. THAT belongs to the past.
Come with me. Come to my Office, where
we can be alone. How long have you
been in PARISH"
about six months
During which time
During which time 1 have been work
ing-for whom do you think?'
II don't know. You have got into
business perhaps for yourself-or you
would if you had sufficient capital. If
good friend-if 1, for instance, showed
you how you could make some money 1t
would suit you, would it not?"
mo, have pretty good berth, thank
you"
1T is a perfect gold mine for you
if you will only hold your tongue"
The small man only smiled significantly.
The two walked on side by side until
the brokers' Office was reached.
Come in," said the broker, in coax
ing voice, land tell me what you want"
The small man passed in through the
open door and went into the brokers'
office.
"See that under no circumstances am l
disturbed" was the instruction Herr Max
gave to his clerk. II have important
business with this gentleman"
Four o'clock came and Herr Gold
stein came out and sent the clerk home.
1t was an hour earlier than usual, but
the clerk was glad to get away. He lived
in a small fiat and had a wife and four
children to support. He could take his
time now and walk home instead Of pay
ing for a seat in an omnibus. The hours
went by. 1t was past midnight when the
two men came out of the inner Office anc
into the street.
81 live on the other side. Student
quarters" said Goldstein. Come witt
me, I'll put you up for the night W.
must cross by the Pont Neuf."
"You must make it fifty thousand,
said the small man, as they went along
That's cheap enough. Old friend
shouldn't be hard on each other"
fearful expression came over tn
others face as they neared the bridge
: Fifty thousand francs. An enormou
sum. And if he paid it-what then
He had but this fellows word that b
would keep silence.
They stopped for moment in tn
center of the bridge and sat down IN
steadily on one of the embrazures.
: was two o'clock. The lights fashe
h along the river Behind and in front Q
t them arose the dull roar of Paris whic
= ceases not by night nor by day. Lookin
l over the low parapet they could see tn
d dark waters of the river as they swirle
below.
s "You will make it fifty thousand, wi
i you not?" urged the small man.
d He uttered no cry as the hand OF tn
e broker closed upon his throat with a
J. iron grasp; but for moment or tw
r he struggled desperately as he realize
n the others purpose. But the broke
g. seemed to have become suddenly sobe
n The small man was like a child in h
o terrible clutches. He raised him to Il
top of the low parapet mad whispert
/ hoarsely,
E. 81 will send you where you won't nee
Is the money"
4 Then he flung the blackmailer from hi
re with the force of catapult. The waite
1t received the detective and closed ov
J. his head. He had not time to utter
I'd cry.
re The broker passed quickly from Il
Sc bridge and, plunging into a narrow sire
Ds which diverged from the main thoroug
T. fare soon gained his apartments. Arr
ID ed there, he threw himself, dressed as
lg was. upon the sofa, and slept soundly t
n daylight.
tn Three days passed; some workmen on
IN brick barge drew from the black al
u Shiny river the body of man Will
he bore upon its throat the marks OF finger
at At the morgue Victor Lablanche, t
i'd project of police, recognized in the mt
dered man the detective he had put
the track of NJ. Chabot.
of Poor fellow - he exclaimed, as he G
Mt amined the finger marks at his thro'