The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1908-06-12
CHAPTER XVIII.
A u s t y n

the young woman several times retired
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 a silk umbrella and
a 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. c.
leste looked on wonderingly and ate her
bon-bons. M. Cassagne examined her
mother with the eye of a critic.
you'll do" he said presently, "all burt
the CATERS. I don't think those white
CATERS have reached London yet"
"Oh, monsieur is mistaken, l am sure"
replied Nine. Cresson, with enthusiasm.
II was ON Regent street not two weeks
ago. You know l went over there on the
Peter Robinson case. They were very
generally worm"
you, are wrong, all the same. was
over there myself lately. Caters were
worn, it 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"
Nine. Cresson urged the point no fur
them. Turning to her maid, she said:
Bring me my dark gray CATERS, Ma
non; they are year, at least, out Of
fashion in Paris, monsieur. l hope they
will satisfy you"
you think 1 am very hard to please"
remarked Cassagne. II may be so. 1
know the kind of man have to deal with
in Victor Lablanche, the project of po-
lice. will call for you tomorrow at
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.
Il 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 a 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 intricacies of the Latin
Quarter. At last he stopped before a
small shop, pushed up the latch of the
rdoerysnd~eaAezefi.AsrA A.; large, stout man,
with a pen behind his ear, was seated at
a 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 I do for you to-day?"
II 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. will pay you we'll
for it. Can you do it personally, so that
no one else will know what you are do
Ing? and can you do 1t right away"
k,ssss:I can. Write out what you wish
priHfad. S3ele ~ penfand SOME paper
II want you to set up this" said Cas-
sagne, as he handed his copy to the
printer. "Set it up in English type, and
strike 1t off on English paper. I will
wait here for it."
Twenty minutes later M. Cassagne
was on the street. In his pocket, neatly
packed between sheets of tissue paper to
| prevent their setting off," were six
sheets Of note paper, and on the top
right-hand corner of each was printed
the words, In bold English type:
"sUPERINTENDEN OF POLICE
Scotland Yard,
! London, w. c."
! BE also bore two cards which read:
| "MR. GEORGE RUSSELL,
| "36 Eaton Square,"
Casagne jumped into a cab and drove
home. Arrived there he took off his hal
fr~ad- aoats and .Xashed. Id is hands carefully
Then he took down from an upper shell
an old letter file, and turning to the
letter III" drew out letter addressed tt
himself, which was written in a large
English hand. Next he took from the
pocket of his coat the six sheets of paper
and the two cards. The latter he put
into a card case by themselves; the for
mer he put on the table.
Then he got a pen and some ink ani
went to work, laboriously but skillfully
-.Aftar- ANGLING three sheets of paper HI
produced something be was satisfied with
Taking the letter to the window he helt
1t to the light, as if admiring his owl
handiwork, and read as follows:
"Office of
SUPERINTENDENT OF POLICE
4 Scotland Yard,
London, w. c., July 6, 1S-
"Victor Lablanche, Esq, Project of Pc
lice, Paris, France:
"Dear Sir1This will introduce to 70,
Mr.. George Russell, a friend of mine
who with his wife intends making
pleasure trip on the continent.
ANY courtesy that you can extend t,
Mr.. Russell during his visit in Paris will
Is Mighty appreciated By. mas--...s147.<,ys 4as.
"Yours very truly,
JAMES T. HENDERSON,
"Supt. Police"
"That's about perfect" soliloquised tn
] detective, because It transgresses ever,
known rule of French letter writing, an,
that alone stamps it as English. Tn
Esquire is particularly good. English
men, even of education, are perpetuall