Troy weekly news. (Troy, Idaho) 1897-1933, 1908-07-03

but the other did not know it. NJ. D'Au-
buron's friend was indeed a millionaire.
The trenchman arose from the table.
Monsieur will excuse me for a mo-
ment," he said. Il do but go to an inner
room to get some more money"
He shortly reappeared, making his way
through the dense and excited throng
around the table, with a huge bundle of
notes in his hand. They were different
from any which lay on the table; they
were of the currency Of the second en-
pire. The detectives eye glistened as he
looked at them and his heart beat quick
ly, as drawing forth one hundred thousand
francs from the bundle, the Frenchman
covered his last bet Then he added, as
if desperately:
sand l raise it one hundred thousand |
francs more"
Il cannot meet it, monsieur" confessed
the Swiss, unless you accept my l.
o. o."
mo, it must be cash. That is only
fair 1 am sorry monsieur has run be-
yond his bank. 1t is the rule of the
game"
The Frenchman had his opponent fair
ly outbet. But the temptation to make
more was strong upon him. The Swiss
had already scrubbed 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.
81 can't take l. o. us" he said. Il
r,uct hov w ohco1t1ta caorrifv
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 this?"
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.
e The two players arose from the table
and, passing out into the conservatory
, left the money lying on the table, and q
e group of astonished guests looking blank
e ly at it.
''They have both been crazy to bid like
this" said one they have doubtless gone
to make some arrangement together"
n They waited for minute-for fv'
v minutes. Still the players did not re
III. rsatf
e hidden from the eyes Of the men. If tn
q wondering group at the card table ha'
been there, this is what they would hav
10 seen and heard
a They would have heard the vicomt
IL imploring vainly. for one chance; hav
\ seen him Offering all he had to the Swis
,f if he would go back, and give him on
+ opportunity to escape-would give him
bare ten minutes start.
1T is more than l can do" reptile
= the Swiss. My men surround this hous'
You cannot possibly get away. Sue
=, mercy as | may, | give you. 1t is bette
~ than the guillotine."
It He handed the vicomte his pistol, ant
20 turning, walked toward the door of II
conservatory. Only once he looked bac
1e to see the vicomte standing unsteadily
the fountain, horrible expression upo
~ his face.
III He looked around at the Swiss b
u seechingly, but finding nothing the
"a which might bid him hope, said despai
:" ingly:
"Good-by: l thank you even for this
"e The Swiss walked on and reached Il
door of the conversatory. He lean'
sr,, against the Intel of the door and wal
No ed. People were beginning to come al
e. look for the players. The outer salt
;, was already crowded.
V Suddenly a pistol shot rang out al
ier echoed through the whole lower floor
rho house. The well-dressed, excit
ecu crowd rushed toward the conservatory.
oi' The Swiss gentleman met them in t
ne i doorway. There was something in
us face that stopped them irresistibly,
cru the very threshold.
leo "I wouldn't come in, if were you. 7
Vicomte de Valar has shot himself.
aid was the murderer of Madame Roupe
age the old lady who lived at Villeneuve,"
went on to explain.
e." "Oh, Monsieur Lazare J"
ing ct am not Monsieur Lazare; am !
MS fred Cassagne, the detective"
rus Then they looked upon him and We
dered why they had not OWNED it FRI
Die the first, for it was a face well kno'
are in the shop windows of Paris.
"You had better all go home" he 81
!. rested. and they went slowly away,
pol, 49, &C., ~ ,ossinc safely through the c
H., don of police.
Inc As Herr Goldstein came out with
10 rest D'Auburon placed his hand upon
% shoulder.