Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1910-04-28

friends declared that, besides bis work,
he loved only two things in the world
his mother and his dog.
At 8 o'clock the detective rose from
the dinner table and withdrew into
his study, a large room opening off the
dining room and furnished like no 9th
err study In the world. Around the
walls were low bookcases with wide
tops, on which were spread, under
glass. what Coquenil called his GRIM
inal museum. This included souvenirs
of cases on which he had been en-
gagged, wonderful sets of burglars
tools, weapons used by murderers-
saws, picks. jointed jimmies Of tenn
pered steel. that could be taken apart
and folded up in the space Of a thick
cigar and hidden about the person.
Melanie entered presently with COT
fee and cigarettes, which she placed
on a table near the green shaded
lamp, within easy reach of the great
red leather chair where M. Paul was
| seated.
Suddenly there came a clang at the
iron gate in the garden and the sound
Of quick. crunching steps on the gravel
walk. NJ. Pougeot had arrived.
NJ. Lucien Pougeot was one Of the
eighty police commissaries who, each
in his W quarter. oversee the moral
washing Of Paris dirty linen. Nj.
Pougeot was n Of the most distin-
guished and intelligent members of
this interesting body. He was a de-
voted friend of Paul Coquenil.
"Well," remarked the commissary
when they were settled in their chairs,
II suppose it's the Rio de Janeiro
thing? Some parting instructions. eh?"
And be turned to light a cigar.
Coquenil shook his head.
when do you sail?"
"T'm not sailing"
"What?"
For once in his life M. Pougeot was
surprised. he knew all about this
foreign offer. with its extraordinary
money advantages. He had rejoiced
in his friends good fortune after two
unhappy years, and now-now Coque-
nil informed him calmly that he was
not sailing.
II have just made a decision, the
most important decision Of my life,'
continued the detective. land I want
you to know about it. You are the
only person in the world who will
know-everything. So listen! This
afternoon l went into Notre Dame
church, l saw a young girl there
who sells candles. 1 didn't know her,
but she looked up in a queer way, as
if she wanted to speak to me. So ]
went to her, and-well, she told me OF
a dream she had last night"
"a dream?" snorted the commissary,
$50 she said. She may have been
lying, or she may have been put up tc
it. l know nothing about her, not
ven her name, but that's of no con.
sequence. The point is that in this
dream, as she called it, she brought
together the Two most important
events in my life"
"H'm! What was the dream?"
"She says she saw me twice-once
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where a man with a beard was talk
ing to a woman and a little girl; ther
she saw me on a boat going to a place
where there were black people,"
"That was Brazil"
II suppose so. And there was 6
burning sun with a wicked face in
side that kept looking down at me
She says she often dreams Of this
wicked face. She sees it first in a dis
tant star that comes nearer and near
Ell until it gets to be large and red anG
angry. AS the face m closer hel
fear grows until she wakes with {
start Of terror. She says she would
die Of fright If the face ever reached
her before she awoke. That's abou
ALL"
For some moments the commissar,
did not speak. did she try to inter
pref this dream?"
mo"
"Why did she tell you about it,"
"She acted on a sudden impulse, *
she says. I'm inclined to believe her