The news=record. [volume] (Enterprise, Wallowa County, Oregon) 1907-1910, 1908-01-02
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| 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"
Il already knew him slightly" an
swered DAuburon. 81 approached him
cautiously, because il he is really impl-
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 a luncheon at the Cafe
Anglais, whittier we repaired shortly af
ter. What do you think that blundering
idiot Labanche 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 cumsi-
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 a 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 a 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 1t 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. 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?"
Il 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
J ""Exactly, and start tomorrow morn
ing. That means shall go to bed early
tonight. You must try and discover
! this man Chabots most intimate friends
meanwhile. | may be gone for day oil
$ SO. Try and go where he goes, to be in
. vited where he is invited and above al
I don't let Lablanche get ahead of us. He'l
q not such fool as you think. If he makes
n blunders, remember he makes remarkably
! clever ones"
: There was some talk of a bail to-mor
n row night" remarked D'Auburon a
e length, when he had well weighed tn,
1; others words-"a ball at the Vicomte d.
d Valiar's-"
S "Ah do you know him?"
"Yes, as | know them all. l know o
d him. He 2n be got at IL necessary. From
what Chabot dropped" continued D'Au
l. buron,. II believe he intends to be there
e He Is quite In with the de Valiars,
is understand. You have heard of de Va
l. liars, | suppose? Great financial nabot
y ana all tHal SORT OF lnlng.
s Cassagne nodded, quietly. you ough
W certainly to be there. One never know
s. what may happen"
,t "Now to find, In a population of neaI
is ly thirty thousand people, this one ind
e. vidual, this Henry Graham, who was las
he heard from in this very city seven year
h, ago." soliloquized NJ. Cassagne, as h
Is stepped from his compartment on to tn
m platform of the little railway station an
is saw frownng from above him the ancien
castle of Blois. All the way down in tn
lie train he had been busily occupied in par
t ming how he would find the human needl,
ii Henry Graham, in the bundle of ha,
1t Blois.
With nothing to guide him but his ow
II marvellous powers of reasoning, he no'
"a started forth upon a search which ninety
nine men out of a hundred would hay
ie considered worse than useless. For
was quite within the bounds of possibilit
IN that the man he was looking for had live
III in Blois under another name than that c
e. Henry Graham.
ht NJ. Cassagne sauntered quietly dow
u the curving, narrow main street Of tn
o. old town. BY nightfall he had accon
ne plished this. lie had had his hair dres
ne ed nearly twenty times, he had ordere
ID and paid for but barely tasted nearl
I'd forty meals. He had discovered ths
s- there were exactly two inns for ever
e. barber in the town of Blois. But Il
us barber, and no innkeeper had been alb
ed to inform him of such a person as Henr
b. Graham. NJ. Cassagne retired to rest
a the snuggest hostelry in the town, Il
tn Golden Fleece.
t. Such progress did the detective mai
u the next morning in the good graces
ed NJ. Cratteau, the proprietor of the I'M
wv that by the time the ancient gilt cloC
over the stables had chimed out the ha
hour. NJ. Cratteau and he were on exec
len terms, walking around the little ga
on den and chatting and talking confide
to TALLY.
he NJ Cassagne was confdlng a wonde
m full fairy story He was at Blois in Il
of interests of little girl of whose persC
ne aud estate he had been appointed qua
ry dian. lie had only to establish the dea
m of one individual to prove his little wa
iis heir to large property in America.
nd Cratteau, in his ten years residence
a Blois, had doubtless met many Amei
re- cans.
ad "Yes, many"