Lincoln County leader. [volume] (Toledo, Lincoln County, Or.) 1893-1987, 1908-01-31

IL hlul' lie required the slim.
u'uS oi great city to lmpnrt IA hIs
mental organization that actIvitv aud
Shar pheSs which the calm and anita, ~ :,
rustic existence lulled into tennornrv 90
pose His most logical deductions haJ
| oeeii made In the rush and roar of the
streets Before leaving the chateau a
conversation something like the follow.
ing had taken place between DIR. Mason
and himself: '"'o"
lhls brother OF Madame Roupelrs
'nis Henry Graham-can You tell ma
"nen ana where he was last heard fromY"
Inc last letter madame received from
hihl' replied the physician. bore the
poStmark of Blois. That must be twenty
years ago, as near as | can recollect."
Inc hrst thing Cassagne did on his
arrival in Paris was to call on his friend
ana pupil, Charles D'Auburon. lie found
MIN at home his face glowing with SUD-
pressed enthusiasm.
Now said Cassagne, tell us what
mas happened? Have you found Jules
OhaDot' and what progress have you made
toward getting acquainted"
already knew him slightly" an
swered DAuburon. 81 approached him
cautiously, because If he is really impIi-
Gated in this matter he would naturally
be suspicious of any sudden show of
friendship. Fortune favored me. how
ever. | managed to lose n game of bill
liards to him at the Alliance this morn
ing, the stakes q luncheon NJ the ca fe
AnSlais. 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. I
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. nv
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 prefect. 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 Nilleneuve. He finish his account
by producing the little gold locket.
The man who wore this was last heard
from at Blos. The owner of this locket
was the man who actually murdered Mad
anne Roupell. Whether he had accom-
plices or not it is hard at present to say.
The prefect 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. Ny own opinion
is that it is a 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?'
81 see, of course" responded D'Au-
buron. II can keep him in sight read
lily. Meantime, what do you yourself pro-
pose to do? Go to Blois, suppose"
ing. That means l shall go to bed early
tonight. You must try and discover
this man Chabot's most intimate friends,
meanwhile. | may be gone for day or
so. Try and go 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 a 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 at
length. when he had well weighed the
others words-'a ball at the Vcomte de
Valiar s."
"Ah do you know him."
YES, as | know them all. know of
him. He can be got at if necessary. From
what Chabot dropped" continued D'Au-
buron, Il believe he intends to be there.
He is quite in with the de Valiars, l
understand. You have heard of de Va
liars, suppose? Great financial nabob,
and all that sort of thing"
Cassagne nodded, quietly. "You ought
certainly to be there. One never knows
what may happen"
"Now to find, in a population of near
ly thirty thousand people, this one indi-
this Henry Graham, who was last
heard from in this very city seven years
ago." soliloquized NJ. Cassagne, as he
stepped from his compartment on to the
platform of the little railway station and
saw frowning from above him the ancient
castle of Blois. All the way down in the
train he had been busily occupied in plan
ming how he would find the human needle,
Henry Graham, in the bundle of hay,
Blois.
With nothing to guide him but his own
marvellous powers of reasoning he now
started forth upon a search which ninety
nine men out Of hundred would have
considered worse than useless. For it
was quite within the bounds Of possibility
that the man he was looking for had lived
in Blois under another name than that of
Henry Graham.
NJ. Cassagne sauntered quietly down
the curving, narrow main street of the