The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1908-02-06
The RoupeIl Mystery
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The lagt letter madame recefved fFof,
! him. replied the phyrician, bore II;
postmark OF Blois That must be twent1
| years ago, ~ near as l can recoIIect. :,
The first thing Cassasne did On hi,
arrival IN Paris was to call on his frieBt
and pupil. Charles DAuburon. He found
him At home. bis face glowing With sup
pressed enthusiasm.
Nov" said Casnae ne, itch M WIN,
has happened? Have yen found JULES
Chabot. and what progress have you mad.
toward getting acquainted
Il already knew him slightly an.
swered DAuburon. II approached him
cautiously, because II he Is really impli-
Gated in this matter be would naturally
be suspicious Of any sudden show OF
friendship. Fortune favored me. how
ever. ] managed to lose a game Of bill
liards to him at the Alliance this morn
ing, the stakes a luncheon at the Cafe
Angiais. whittier we repaired shortly at
ter. What do you think that blunderius
idiot Lablanche is doing? He has ret
someone to shadowing Monsieur Chabot.
The fellow followed us in 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. 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
tIrnde against the project. He had deliv-
cred himself. Then he became again, as
Cassagne put it, "a reasoning being"
Cassagne then gave DAuburon a 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 Bleis. 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 win 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-
huron. Il can keep him in sight read
lily. Meantime, what do you yourself pro-
pose to do? Go to Blois, | suppose"
Exactly, and | start tomorrow morn
ing. That means / shall go to bed early
tonight You must try and discover
this man Chabot's most intimate friends,
| 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 fool as you think. If he makes
plumbers. remember he makes remarkably
clever ones"
There vas 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 Vicomte de
Valiar's-"
"Ah do you know him?"
Yes, as | know them ALL l know of
lin. He IAN be got at if necessary. From
what Chabot dropped" continued D'Au-
)uron, II believe he intends to be there.
He is quite in with the de Valiars, |
understand. You have heard of de Va
lars, | suppose? Great financial nabob,
md all that sort of thing"
Cassagne nodded, quietly. You ought |
ertainly to be there. One never knows !
What may happen
Now to find, in a population of near
? thirty thousand people. this one indi-
idual, this Henry Graham, who was last
card from in this very city seven years
CO." soliloquized VI. Cassagne, as he
topped from his compartment on to the
latform of the little railway station and
aw frowning from above him the ancient /
astle of Blois. All the way down in the
ain be had been busily occupied in plan
ing how he would find the human needle,
Ienry Graham, in the bundle of hay.
lois
With nothing to guide him but his own
arvelous powers of reasoning. he now
arted forth upon a search which ninety
ne men out of hundred would have
worse than useless. For il
as quite within the bounds of possibility
at the man he was looking for had lived
Blois under another name than that of
enry Graham.
NJ. Cassagne sauntered quietly down
e curving, narrow main street of the
! town. BY nightfall he had accom- 1
shed this: He had had his hair dress L
nearly twenty times, he had ordered
d paid for but barely tasted nearly
-ty meals. He had discovered that
ere were exactly two inns for every n
rber in the town of Blois. But no :
rber, and no innkeeper had been able ).
inform him of such person as Henry :!
aham. NJ. Cassagne retired to rest in e
! snuggest hosiery in the town, the Il
lden Fleece. Fl
Such progress did the detective make Il
next morning in the good graces of
Cratteau, the proprietor of the inn,
t by the time the ancient gilt clock
r the stables had chimed out the half r,
IT. NJ. Cratteau and be were on excel :
terms, walking around the little gar =
and chatting and talking con6den- y
ly.
/. Cassagne was confding a wonder D;
fairy story. He was at Blois in the II
rests of little girl of whose person
estate he had been appointed guar