Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1908-06-19
CHAPTER XVIII
A U s t y n

WARD OF TWO hours, Ourlng that period
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 . profusion Of
blonde, fluffy ringlets.
She had on 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 silk umbrella and
small travelling bag. On her feet were
paid Of broad, large-heeled shoes and
ever those white CATERS which twinkled
II and out from under her petticoats as
she walked up and down the room. Ce-
legte looked on wonderingly and ate her
bcn-bonS. M. Cassagns examined her
mother with the eye Of q critic.
you'll d." he said presently, 'all but
the CATERS. don't think those white
CATERS have reached London yet"
"Oh, monsieur Is mistaken, am sure, y
Il was on Regent street not two weeks
ago. You know l went over there on the
Peter Robinson case. They were very
generally worn"
"You are wrong, all the same. was
ever there myself lately. Caters were
worn, 1t IL 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"
Mime. 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
win satisfy you"
"You think am very hard to please, u
remarked Cassagne. II may be so. ]
know the kind Of man have to deal with
In Victor Lablanche, the project of po-
lice. will call for you tomorrow al
ten o'clock. In the meantime have
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.
II love Papa Cassagne," cried little
Celeste, A. 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
mammal
Celeste Is 4 goose" said Mime. Ores
son, her charming cheek tinged with
color, and geese mustn't ask foolish
questions"
N. Cassagns pursued his way still fur.
them into the intricacies Of the Latin
Quarter. At last he stopped before a
small ahop, pushed up the latch of the
door and entered. A large. stout man
with pen behind his ear, was seated at
high desk, with a pile of proof In front
OF him. he nodded Familiarity to the de-
tective, got OF his stool and at once CON
Quoted him into q private Office.
"Ha Monsieur Cassagne,' he exclaim.
cd. What can l do for you to-dayT
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
q couple Of cards. will pay you well
for It. Can you do II personally, SO that
no one else will know what you are do
ing3 and can you do It right away2"
Il can. Write out what you wish
printed. Here IL pen and some paper. "
Il want you to set up this" said Cas-
sagne, a. he handed his copy to the
printer. "Set 1t up In English type, and
strike It Of on English paper. l 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:
''Ofice Of
SUPERINTENDENT OF POLICE
Scotland Yard,
London, W. c."
he also bore two cards which read:
"MR. GEORGE RUSSELL
''86 Eaton Square"
Casame jumped into a cab and drove
home. Arrived there he took of his hat
and coat and washed his hands carefully.
Then be took down from an upper shelf
an old letter file, and turning to the
letter II, drew out n letter addressed to
himself. which was written in a large
English hand. Next be took from the
pocket Of bis coat the six sheets Of paper
and the two cards. The latter be put
hto card case by themselves, the for
ner he put on the table.
Then he got 4 pen and some Ink and
went to work, laboriously but skillfully.
After spelling three sheets Of paper he
produced something he was satisfied with.
Taking the letter to the window he held
II TO the light, as II admiring his own
handiwork, and read as follows:
"Ofice of
SUPERINTENDENT OF POLICE,
Scotland Yard,
London, w. c., July 8, 49,
victor LAblanche, Esq, Project of Po-
lice, Paris, France:
Dear Sir-This will Introduce to you
Ar. George Russell, a friend of mine,
VINO with his wife intends making a
pleasure trip on the continent.
Any courtesy that you can extend to
Mr; kussell during his visit In Paris will
% mighty appreciated BY me.
Yours very truly,
JAMES 7. HENDERSON,,
"Supt. Police"
That's about perfect" soliloouised the
detective, because It transRreSse1 every
Known rule Of French letter writing and
mat alone stamps 1t a En9lIsh Ths
tuirs Is particularly good. English
-, sven OF education, are perpetually
,...s mat mistake when addressing
49, % this country. Paris, France
5n...., net bad. N. Henderson would
pn aDS1. De careful lest his friend Mr..
A snoula present It at Paris, Ken
prs,ect Of police had hardly time
= plaeS himself In the diEniaed attitude
= when II was his custom to receive his
saneIs neM morning, when the door
srung opsn, ana gentleman, unmistak-