Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1908-07-04

fair. l am sorry monsieur has run be-
yond his bank. 1t is the rule of the
game"
The Frenchman had his opponent fair
ly outlet But the temptation to make
more was strong upon him. The Swiss
had already scribbled an l. o. U. for
Fifty thousand francs and pushed it to-
ward him.
The Frenchman was about to play, and
had raised his hand for that purpose
when his eye caught the queer three-cor-
nered piece of paper In front of him.
II can't take l. o. US" he said. Il
must have absolute security"
Then they saw the Swiss take from
the pocket Of his vest small locket and
pass it over to the Frenchman-
Isn't that good for something, mon
sieur?"
With his face grown suddenly an ashen
gray the vicomte leaned over the table
and almost whispered, as he clutched the
locket in his shaking fingers:
'Where did you get thsT
The detective leaned forward and pick
ed up one of the notes from the vicomte's
bundle.
From the place where you found this.
Is it enough, or shall l show you some
thing else?"
What do you mean? Don't speak out
here before everybody. Come with me-"
The two players arose from the table
and, passing out into the conservatory,
left the money lying on the table, and a
group of astonished guests looking blank
ly at it.
''They have both been crazy to bid like
this" said one; they have doubtless gone
to make some arrangement together"
They waited for a minute-for FIVE
minutes. Still the players did not re-
turn. They were in the conservatory still,
hidden from the eyes of the men. If the
wondering group at the card table had
been there this is what they would have
seen and heard:
They would have heard the vicomte
imploring vainly for one chance; have
seen him Offering all he had to the Swiss
if he would go back, and give him one
opportunity to escape-would give him a
bare ten minutes start.
1T is more than l can do" replied
the Swiss MY men surround this house.
You cannot possibly get away. Such
mercy as l may, | give you. 1t is better
than the guillotine."
He handed the vicomte his pistol, and
turning walked toward the door of the
conservatory. Only once he looked back
| to see the vicomte standing unsteadily by
the fountain, a horrible expression upon
his face.
He looked around at the Swiss be-
seemingly, but finding nothing there
which might bid him hope, said despair
ingly:
"Good-by; / thank you even for this. "
The Swiss walked on and reached the
door of the conversatory. He leaned
against the Intel of the door and wait.
ed. People were beginning to come and
look for the players. The outer salon
was Already crowded..
Suddenly a. pistol shot rang out and
echoed through the whole lower floor of
the house. The well-dressed, excited
crowd rushed toward the conservatory.
The Swiss gentleman met them in the
doorway. There was something in his
face that stopped them irresistibly, on
the very threshold.
II wouldn't come in, if l were you. The
Vicomte de Valiar has shot himself. He
was the murderer of Madame Roupell,
the old lady who lived at Villeneuve," he
went on to explain.
"Oh, Monsieur Lazare ~
''I am not Monsieur Lazare; l am AL
fred Cassagne, the detective"
Then they looked upon him and won
dered why they had not OWNED il from
| the first, for 1t was a face well known
| in the shop windows of Paris.
''You had better all go home" he sug-
gested and they went slowly away, all
but one passing safely through the cor
don of police.
AS Herr Goldstein came out with the
rest D'Auburon placed his hand upon bis
shoulder.
81 want you" he said.
Another detective?"
"Yes. another detective"
They took him away INTERESTINGLY, and
| Cassagne and D'Auburon went into the
conservatory together. There across the
coping of the marble fountain, prone on
his face and stone dead. with the blood
oozing slowly from a small wound in his
forehead and tinging with red the green
leaves of the water lilies, lay the body OF
Philip Graham.
Nearly a year had passed away since
the death of Philip Graham. The Cha
teau Villeneuve, from its long period Of
gloom and mourning, awoke one day with
bells pealing joyously from its towers
its parks and woodlands smiling beneath
the radiance of the summer sun.
From an early hour old Pierre had beer
awake, bustling hither and thither. HI
expected visitors, and long before theil
arrival, everything was in readiness fol
their reception.
The train from Paris was in at last
a merry group met on the platform, anC
its members took carriages for the cha
teau. The first one was occupied by DR.
and Mrs. Paul Mason. The second by
Mr.. and Mrs. Van Lith The third BY
the mayor of yilleneuve and NJ. Delorme
the justice of the peace. The fourth b,
VI. D'Auburoh and ". Victor Lablanche
for the latter was a magnanimous gen
tleman, and could forgive a victory whei
] L. Ell. II. -