The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1910-08-04

Always. He's as regular as clock
work"
And he spends two nights with
your
"Yes."
"That Will be wednesday night and
Thursday night OF next weekP
Yes"
Good. Now I'll show you how
you're going to make this money.
want Francois TO have little vaca-
ton. He looks tired. | want him TO go
into the country on Tuesday aud stay
until Friday"
And his work? Who viii do his
work."
CoqueniI tapped his breast.
II will take Francois place. I'll be
the best assistant you ever had. and |
shall enjoy Mother Bonneton's cook.
ing. None OF them will know me. You
won't know me yourself"
"Ah. see" nodded the old man
wisely. You will have a disguise"
II shall come on Tuesday. When do
you want meT'
AT o'clock" answered the sacris.
tan doubtfully. But what shall say
IL any one asks me about it,
Say Francois was sick and you got
your old friend Matthew to replace
him for few days. I'm Matthieup'
you wouldn't get me into trouble.
NJ. PaulY' he appealed weakly.
Papa Bonneton." answered Coque
nil earnestly. have ever shown you
anything but friendship? When old
Max died and you asked me to lend
you Caesar | did 1t. didn't /? And you
know what Caesar is to me. love
that dog"
NJ. Paul held out his hand frankly.
and the sacristan took 1t with emotion
THAT settles it," he murmured. II
never doubted you"
Then it's understood Tuesday. at
8. your friend Matthew will be here to
replace Francois" The detective rose
TO so. He moved toward the door.
'0h, ! forgot about the dog. Tignol
will come for him Tuesday morning
with line from me. shall want |
Caesar in the afternoon, but I'll bring |
him back at g."
"All right" nodded the sacristan. |
He'll be ready. Au revoir until Tues
lay"
Things are marching along" smiled |
Coquenil some minutes later to Papa
rlgnol as they rolled along toward
he Eastern railway station. "You
pThn 70 IL I |
now what | have to do. We meet
tuesday at noon near the Auteuil sta
ion beneath the first arch of the via
uct"
Coquenil had certainly chosen the
usiest end OF Paris for his meeting
18th Papa Tignol.
Their rendezvous was at noon. but
So hours earlier Tignol took the train
the st. Lazare station. And with
I'm came Caesar-such changed, I'M
Caesar! Poor dog! His
glossy coat of brown and
hite had been clipped to ridiculous
lortness, and he crouched at the old
ans feet In evident humiliation
at was a shame. old fellow" said
ignol consolingly. but we had to
)ey orders, Ell? Never mind. it will
'ow out again"
Leavlng the train at Auteuil. they
alked down the Rue In Fontaine to
tavern near the Rue Mozart, where C
q old man left Caesar in charge of |
e proprietor. friend of his. II was
Nv quarter TO II, and Tignol spent
e next hour riding back and forth on s
e circular railway between Auteuil
ID various other stations. He did
is because Coquenil had charged 81
IN to be sure he was not followed p
nally, after an amusing adventure, II
met Coquenil, who had disguised a
mself so cleverly as to deceive even I
pa Tlgnol himself. Going to room II
the Rue Poussin. Coquenil changed II
! disguise very materially. while Ii h
OF gave him the latest news from h
! mother, who sent word that she n
IS praying for his safety. Tigno 81
err went out and procured the dog
esar. The men then walked in the "a.
is toward Passy. and Coquenil re- ~
lnted important discoveries he had
de in Brussels regarding Groener
woodcarver. a.,
I saw the place where he boards h,
$ Adolf Groener. In fact, | stop n,
4 there. and | talked to the woman h,
10 runs it, a sharp eyed young wild n,
with smooth tongue. and / saw gi
; place where he works. It's
odcarving shop, all right, and n,
ked 10 the men there. Papa II or
d." he said impresSively, they all n,
a simple story. His name is p,
of Groener. He does live in Brus- IN
S. and the widow who runs the nj
riding house knows all about this 90
Alice
Then something happened" went 70
the famous detective. You see. Il,
S waiting in the parlor of this ha
riding house for the widow to bring 20
my bill, and | happened to glance no
a photograph she had shown me hi.
en- | first came, picture of Alice mn
herself, taken five years ago. when MI
ce was twelve years old. There oy
S no doubt about the girl, and it tb
5 good likeness of the widow.