Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1908-06-13
CHAPTER XVIII.

to the privacy Of her bed chamber and as
many times emerged therefrom, reappear-
ing upon the last occasion dressed in full
street costume, and having her dark hair
entirely concealed with a profusion of
blonde. fluffy ringlets.
She had on a rather loud, plaid dress,
travelling cape of Scotch wooden, and
bonnet very plainly trimmed Plain
gold earrings were in her ears, and In
her hand she carried silk umbrella and
small travelling bag. On her feet were
a paid of broad, large-heeled shoes and
over those white CATERS which twinkled
In and out from under her petticoats as
she walked up and down the room. Ce-
leste looked on wonderingly and ate her
bon-Dons. M. Cassagne examined her
mother with the eye of a critic.
you'll do" he said presently, all but
the CATERS. / don't think those white
CATERS have reached London yet"
'Oh, monsieur Is mistaken, / am sure"
replied Nine. Cresson, with enthusiasm.
81 was on Regent street not two weeks
ago. You know l went over there on the
Peter Robinson case. They were very
generally worn"
you are wrong, all the same. l was
over there myself lately. Caters were
worn, 1t Is true, but In much darker
shades. London is always six months
behind Paris, and New York six months
behind London in such matters. Now,
don't contradict me, child. The English
ladies are not yet wearing them"
Mime. Cresson urged the point no fur
them. Turning to her maid, she said:
Bring me my dark gray CATERS, Ma
non they are a year, at least, out of
fashion in Paris monsieur. l hope they
will satisfy you"
You think l am very hard to please
remarked Cassagne. II may be So I
know the kind of man have to deal with
In Victor Lablanche, the project of po-
lice. l will call for you tomorrow at
ten O'Clock. In the meantime l have
quite deal to attend to-"
He took his hat, kissed little Celeste
good-by, and, descending by the stairway
opened the black door and passed out on
to the street.
~ love Papa Cassagne," cried little
Celeste, as she stood by the window
watching the retreating form of the gen
tleman who bought the bon-bons. Then
looking UP at her mother, she added:
you love him, too, don't you
mamma?'
Celeste is goose" said Nine. Cres
son, her charming cheek tinged with
color, land geese mustn't ask foolish
questions"
Nj. Cassagne pursued his way still fur
them Into the intricacSes of the Latin
Quarter. At last he stopped before @
small shop, pushed up the latch of tn,
door and entered. A large, stout man
with pen behind his ear, was seated al
high desk, with pile OF proof in front
of him. He nodded Familiarity to the de
tective, got off his stool and at once con
Quoted him into private Office.
~Ha Monsieur Cassagne,' he exclaim
ed. What can l do for you to-day?"
~ have two small jobs for you. It's
simply to set two lines of type, and print
me half dozen sheets of note paper also
a couple of cards. l will pay you wei
for 1t. Can you do 1t personally, so that
no one else will know what you are do
ing? and can you do 1t right away?"
II can. Write out what you wish
printed. Here is a pen and some paper
IT want you to set up this" said Gas
sagne, as he handed his copy to tn,
printer. 'Set 1t up in English type, anC
strike 1t off on English paper. l will
wait here for it"
Twenty minutes later NJ. Cassagn,
was on the street. In his pocket, neatl,
packed between sheets of tissue paper I,
prevent their setting off," were 81,
sheets of note paper, and on the toI
right-hand corner of each was printed
the words, In bold English type:
SUPERINTENDENT OF POLICE
Scotland Yard,
London, w. c."
he also bore two cards which read:
"MR. GEORGE RUSSELL,
''36 Eaton Square"
Casagne jumped into a cab and drov,
home. Arrived there he took off his ha
and coat and washed his hands carefully
Then he took down from an upper shell
an old letter file, and turning to tn,
letter "H," drew out letter addressed t
himself which was written In a larg,
English hand. Next he took from tn,
pocket of his coat the six sheets of papel
and the two cards. The latter he pu
into a card case by themselves; the for
mer he put on the table.
Then he got a pen and some ink anS
went to work, laboriously but skillfully
After spelling three sheets of paper h.
produced something he was satisfied with
Taking the letter to the window he helC
1t to the light, as II admiring his owl
handiwork, and read as follows:
"Ofics of
SUPERINTENDENT OF POLICE
Scotland Yard
London, w. c., July 9, 1S-
"Yictor Lablanche, ESQ, Project of Pc
lice, Paris, France:
Dear SirIThis will introduce to 70,
Mr.. George Russell, friend of mine
who with his wife intends making
pleasure trip on the continent.
ANY courtesy that you can extend 4
Mr.. Russell during his visit in Paris vii
be highly appreciated by me.
Yours very truly,
JAMES I. HENDERSON,
"Supt. Police"
THAT'S about perfect" soliloquised tn
detective, because 1t transgresses ever