The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1908-05-08
The Roupell Mystery
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The last letter madame received from
him." replied the physician. "bore the
postmark of Blo:s. That must be twenty
years ago, as near as can recollect."
The first thing Cassagne did on his
arrival in Paris was to call on his friend
and pupil, Charles D'Auburon. He found
him at home. his face glowing with sup
pressed enthusiasm.
Now" said Cassagne, tell us what
has happened? Have you found Jules,
Chabot, and what progress have you made
toward getting acquainted"
II already knew him slightly" an
swered D'Auburon. 81 approached him
cautiously, because if he is really impli-
Gated in this matter he would naturally
be suspicious of any sudden show of
friendship. Fortune favored me, how
ever. l managed to lose a game of bill
lizards to him at the Alliance this morn
ing, the stakes luncheon at the Cafe
Anglais, whittier we repaired shortly af-
ter. What do you think that laundering
idiot Lablanche is doing? He has set
someone to shadowing Monsieur Chabot.
The fellow followed US in a cab
thought we had given him the slip. but.
looking out of the windows of the Cafe
Anglais there he was lounging against a
lamp post, and looking like detective all
over Did you ever hear of such clumsi-
ness in all your life?"
You must exercise your ingenuity, my
dear boy. A little thing like that shouldn't
| disturb you. Always recollect that in
this business it is the man who keeps
cool that wins. 1t is golden maxim"
DAuburon was rapidly cooling. He
had been waiting all the evening for the
arrival of his friend to indulge in his
| TRADE against the project. He had deliv
cred himself Then he became again. as
Cassagne put it, "a reasoning being"
Cassagne then gave D'Auburon short
| sketch of what had occurred at the Cha
teau Villeneuve. He finish his account
by producing the little gold locket.
"The man who wore this was last heard
from at Blois. The owner of this locket
was the man who actually murdered Mad
anne Roupell. Whether he had accom-
@plices or not 1t is hard at present to say.
The project argues, doubtless, from Jules
Chabot's presence in the chateau on the
night of the murder, that he is in some
way connected with it. My own opinion
is that it is mere coincidence; nothing
more. Still it will not do to leave any
point uncovered. That's why want you
| to keep him well in sight. Do you see?''
II see, of course" responded D'Au-
huron. II can keep him in sight read
lily. Meantime, what do you yourself pro-
pose to do? Go to Blois, suppose"
| Exactly, and l start tomorrow morn
ing. That means L shall 60 to bed early
tonight. You must try and discover
this man Chabot's most intimate friends
meanwhile. l may be gone for day OF
so. Try and 60 where he goes, to be in.
vited where he is invited; and above all
don't let Lablanche get ahead of US. He's
not such fool as you think. If he makes
blunders, remember he makes remarkably
clever ones"
"There was some talk of ball to-mor
row night" remarked D'Auburon al
length, when he had we'll weighed the
others words-"a ball at the Vicomte d.
Valiar's-"
"Ah ! do you know him."
Eyes, as l know them all. know Of
him. He can be got at If necessary. From
what Chabot dropped" continued D'Au
huron. II believe he intends to be there
understand. You have heard of de Va
liars, suppose? Great financial nabob
and all that sort of thing"
Cassagne nodded, quietly. "You ough
certainly to be there. One never knows
what may happen"
snow to find. in a population of near
J ly thirty thousand people, this one indi
vidual, this Henry Graham, who was las
} heard from in this very city seven year
ago." sofiloquized M. Cassagne. as h
J stepped from his compartment on to tn
platform of the little railway station ant
J saw frowning from above him the ancien
castle of Blois. All the way down in tn
J train he had been busily occupied in plan
ming how lie would find the human needle
Henry Graham, in the bundle of hay
Blois.
With nothing to guide him but his owl
marvellous powers of reasoning, he nov
started forth upon a search which ninety
nine men out of hundred would hav
considered worse than useless. For
was quite within the bounds of possibilit
| that the man he was looking for had live
in Blois under another name than that O
: Henry Graham.
M. Cassagne sauntered quietly dow
the curving, narrow main street of tn
: old town. BY nightfall he had accom-
e plished this He had had his hair dress
e ed nearly twenty times. he. had ordere
! and paid for but barely tasted nearl
/ forty meals. He had discovered tina
: there were exactly two inns for ever
: barber in the town of Blois. But n
5 barber, and no innkeeper had been abb
] to inform him of such person as Henr
J, Graham. M. Cassagne retired to rest
a the snuggest hostelry in the town. til
b Golden Fleece.
). Such progress did the detective max
: the next morning in the good graces {
d NJ. Cratteau, the proprietor of the inl
v that by the time the ancient gilt cloc
over the stables had chimed out the ha
hour, M. Cratteau and he were on exec
len terms, walking around the little ga
q den and chatting and talking confidel
O TALLY.
q NJ. Cassagne was confiding a wonde
l. full fairy story. He was at Blois in IL
f interests of little girl of whose perso
e and estate he had been appointed qua
y dian. He had only to establish the deaf
l. Of one individual to prove his little wal
IS heir to q large property in America.