The news=record. [volume] (Enterprise, Wallowa County, Oregon) 1907-1910, 1908-02-20

event it will be time we'll spent to look
over the record of the trial Philip La
Seur may have called witnesses to testify
in his own behalf-to speak, for instance.
of his former good character-and who
knows what we may learn from them?
Go out and get cab while l take down
the number Of the case and put away
these books"
ITO the Palais de Justice"
As they ere about to step into a cab,
newsboy approached them, crying:
Horrible murderl A body found in
the Seine"
Buy a paper, D'Auburon," said Cas-
sagne, as he leaped into the vehicle.
DAuburon did as requested, and jump
ing into the cab after his friend, spread
the sheet Just wet from the press out
upon his knees.
"Ah!" he CALCULATED this plot thick
ems with vengeance. Whom do you think
the murdered man ISL"
II cannot guess"
1T is Vougeot, the detective whom the
prefect of police placed on the track of
Jules Chabot."
1t was not a voluminous document, the
report of the trial and conviction of
Philip La. Seur. To be sure, no one from
a perusal Of it could have argued the
identity of the prisoner in the case with
the Philip Graham of Belliers. But were
the facts cleaned from the evidence con-
clusive2 Certainly not. There were
points of identity, however, which were
quite marked the age of the prisoner
nearly corresponded with that of the man
they were looking for; he had not been
all his life in Paris he had neither father
nor mother liying-but beyond that there
was little enough about his family his
tory. The court had offered to appoint
lawyer to defend him, which offer the
prisoner had refused and had made not
unable speech in his own behalf, which
in all likelihood had been the means of
sensibly influencing the court, for in
pronouncing sentence, the judge had ex-
pressed his regret that the prisoner had
misused his talents to commit the crime
with which he stood charged. Though
he examined all the papers connected
with the case, Cassagne was unable to
discover anything by which the identity
of the two persons could be more fully
established
I'VE have yet the locket," he said, al
length, "hich perhaps may help u.s."
But it is the locket Of Henry, MOI
Philip Graham" said D'Auburon.
II have not forgotten that" replied
the detective. "But a family likeness i
strong thing sometimes. This portrai
of Henry Graham is undoubtedly a goo'
/, likeness. Recoliect that DR.. Mason, th
laundress, the janitor at Blois and tn
priest at Belliers have all recognized it a
his portrait 1t was taken when he wa
quite young man. Sometimes fathe
and son, at the same age, very closely re
semble each other. If there should be
strong likeness between the portrait an
! Philip La Seur whom should you tax
the latter to be?"
why, Philip Graham, Of course, as W
have all along hoped; but what of that
e We have no portrait with which to CON
pare it."
you forget" replied Cassagne, eth
e admirable collection of photographs q
police headquarters"
g (which is under the strict surveillanc
< of the prefect of police. Do you SUI
e pose he would allow us to look at then
e when our success means his defeat? Nc
r exactly; why, we could never get beyon
L the door,"
81 will take care of that" replied y
l, Cassagne.
r. NJ. Cassagne, on parting with h
l. friend, buttoned up his coat with Il
y air of man who prepares himself fC
energetic action, and passing across Il
l. river, plunged into the most intricate +
: cesses of the Latin Quarter. Befo
crossing the river, however, he had sto
S, ped at a famous confectioners and pu
n. chased box of bon-bons. What did
n Cassagne want with such things?
lie Arrived at house in the Rue Ba
1t tiney, NJ. Csssagne stepped inside Il
!" hallway and pressed his finger on a sms
s. white button. The sound of an electr
r, bell ringing upstairs was almost immet
lie ately followed by a voice exclaimii
u down the speaking tube:
"Who is there?"
ne "Is that Madame Cresson?" inquir
s. the detective, In a low but distinct voic
\ "It is"
It 81 am Alfred Cassagne. Let me COZ
portant business"
p Changing sound was heard, and
be black door which had hitherto prevent
e, ingress to the stairway, released by
a spring, swung slowly back upon (
m hinges. The detective stepped on to {
ee stairs, and, closing the door after h
with some care, ascended to the seco
as story.
en- A small, dark-complexioned womf
apparently about twenty-five years of a.
ce opened the door of one Of the apartmen
Z" and invited him to enter. The room W
IN, neatly furnished and was evidently @
I'm of suite. At table near one of I
windows little girl sat doing sums or
st. slate. She had the black hair Of
mother; beautiful. saucy, piqua
en- mouth; eyes of "a deep, scintillating blu
and little figure that was the very p
fection Of childish grace. She arose
,t- the entrance of the detective, and 7
he toward him, holding out both hands.
ID. "Ah! Papa Alfred, how do you dc
,ut she exclaimed. Have you brought
ce. some bon-bonsT
nd "a kiss first" cried the detective, Il
ing her in his arms.
IN Mile Celeste Cresson having compl
ne, by placing both arms around his D'
ex- and putting her charming mouth to
he set her down on the floor and bi