Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1908-04-17
The Roupell Mystery
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The doctor and Emily Weldon contin-
ued to slowly promenade up and down
the terrace. United by that secret Sond
OF sympathy which Outlines brings two
natures together unconsciously, they ex-
perlenced an indefinable comfort in each
others society.
A solitary figure, that of some worthy
burgher of Paris, attracted. doubtless. TO
IhleneuVe by the sensational reports in
tne hewsnapers, was the only living OBJ
Ject that was in view. Looking at him
the doctor observed
There is no gauging the depth of hu-
man curiosity"
mat is so. There have been several
here since" and she glanced up to the
darkened chamber above, with a shud-
der. They walk in and out as IL they
owned the place. He looks like a retired
tradesman of some kind. He Is pretty
cool for trespasser. See, he has seat
ed himself on the turf, and Is throwing
bread to the swans"
Don't disturb him." said the doctor.
See with what care he spreads that red
handkerchief over his knees. He has tax
en- out some sandwiches, and is evidently
| enjoying them"
Miss Weldon again smiled. 1t was
really quite ludicrous to watch the old
| gentleman from Paris. He appeared to
be totally oblivious of the presence of
the people on the terrace. Having eaten
his sandwich, he presently arose and
threw the crumbs adhering to his hand
kerchiet to the expectant swans. The
doctor laughed outright; so loudly, indeed,
IS to apparently attract the attention Of
the I'D gentleman who, glancing but once
In their direction with an indignant air.
walked away and disappeared among the
trees.
A half hour more elapsed and still M.
Cassagne did not some. Hardly able to
conceal his irritation at the delay, DR..
Mason at length retired to the library,
where he busted himself in some scientific
calculations in which he had been abrupt
ly interrupted by the startling news of
the murder of Nine Roupell. For an
hour he remained oblivious to all else
save sines, cosines, tangents, secants and
cosecants. An abtruse trigonometrical
problem was before him, and to its solu-
ton he was devoting himself heart and
soul, when suddenly he became aware OF
an obstruction of the light from the win
dow. Looking up, to his intense annoy.
ance he perceived the inquisitive burgher
from Paris, his nose fattened against
the glass, staring vacuously into the
apartment
Anger was expressed in every feature
Of the physicians countenance as he
threw the French window wide open
but the worthy burgher did not seem to
be at all disconnected On the contrary
awaiting himself of the opportunity, be
fore the doctor could stop him, he stepped
over the low sill and entered the library
"Sir, this unwarrantable intrusion at
such moment" began the physician.
May perhaps surprise you," interrupt
ed the burgher; "but have you given or
ders about the trufaes?"
The doctor stared with establishment
and stepped back two or three PAGES.
"You are" he gasped, you cannot be
Monsieur"
II am" replied the burgher, an indie
Bcribable twinkle in his eye, as he noted
the DOCTORS amazement. II am the per-
son you are about to mention-Alfred
Cassagne, the detective" and with a pro-
found bow, he handed DIR. Mason his card.