The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1908-04-09

had already scrubbed an I. o. U. f
: fifty thousand francs and pushed it
q ward him.
I The Frenchman was about to play, al
? had raised his hand for that purpo
i when his eye caught the queer three-co
, nered piece of paper in front of him.
. 81 can't take |. o. US he said.
must have absolute security"
, Then they saw the Swiss take froi
the pocket of his vest small locket an
pass it over to the Frenchman.
Isn't that good for something, NOR
sieur?"
With his face grown suddenly an ashe
gray the vicomte leaned over the tabl
and almost whispered, as he clutched tn
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'
bundle.
From the place where you found this
Is it enough, or shall | show you some
thing else?"
What do you mean? Don't speak ou
here before everybody. Come with me.
The two players arose from the tabl,
and, passing out into the conservatory
left the money lying on the table, and g
group of astonished guests looking blank
| ly at it.
They have both been crazy to bid lik.
| this" said one they have doubtless goni
to make some arrangement together"
They waited for 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
seen him offering all he had to the Swiss
if he would go back, and give him one
opportunity to escape-would give him q
bare ten minutes start.
at is more than | can DO" replied
the Swiss. my men surround this house
You cannot possibly get away. Such
mercy as | 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, horrible expression upon
his face.
He looked around at the Swiss be-
seechingly, 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 conyersatory. 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 wel-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 were you The
Vicomte de Valiar has shot himself He
was the murderer of Madame Roupell,
the old lady who lived at Villeneuve," hs
went on to explain.
"Oh, Monsieur Lazare |"
81 am not Monsieur Lazare; am Al.
fred Cassagne, the detective"
Then they looked upon him and won.
dered why they had not OWNED it from
the first, for it was 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 his
shoulder.
II want you" he said.
Another detectiyep
"Yes, another detective"
They took him away INTERESTINGLY. and
Cassagne and D'Auburon went into tho {
together. There across the
oping of the marble fountain. prone on :
lis face and stone dead, with the blood 6
'ozing slowly from a small wound in his
orehead and tinging with red the green
caves of the water lilies, lay the body Of
'hilip Graham.
Nearly a year had passed away since J
he death of Philip Graham. The Cha L
eau Villeneuve, from its long period of a
loom and mourning, awoke one day with I
ellis pealing joyously from its towers,
5 parks and woodlands smiling beneath
re radiance of the summer sun.
From an early hour old Pierre had been
wake, bustling hither and thither He d
1pected visitors, and long before their /;
rival, everything was in readiness for S
leir reception. fl
The train from Paris was in at last,
merry group met on the platform, and
S members took carriages for the cha :"
au. The first one was occupied by DIR. re
Id Mrs. Paul Mason. The second by II
r. and Mrs. Van Lith. The third by a
e mayor of Villeneuve and NJ. Delorme, ct
e justice of the peace. The fourth by m
DAuburon and NJ. Victor Lablanche,
r the latter was a magnanimous gen.
imam, and could forgive a victory when III
rival had fairly earned it. dc
1t was noon. Breakfast was quite an
ady. The finest and Oldest wines in an
e cellars of Villeneuve had been brought Ia
J. The cooks were growing nervous. "T
i'll they did not sit down to the table, 90
At last from the windows of the great
awning room they saw another carriage au
preaching. WI
You may serve breakfast" cried the
ctor. 1T is he" "B
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