Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1910-04-02
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By
CLEVELAND MOFFETT
c.pyr,sh.. 1909. ;, D. App,..oa Co.

0VOVS NOW III SuOW yOu AOW
you're going to make this money.
want Francois to have a little vaca-
ton. He looks tired. / want him to go
into the country on Tuesday and stay
until Friday
"And his work? who will do his
work."
Coquenil 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, I sees' nodded the old man
wisely. "You will have disguise"
II shall come on Tuesday. When do
you want meY'
eat o'clock" answered the sacris-
tan doubtfully. 'But what shall / say
If 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 Matthieu!"
you wouldn't get me into trouble.
NJ. Paul?" he appealed weakly.
Papa Bonneton," answered Coque-
nil earnestly, "have l ever shown you
anything but friendship? When old
Max died and you asked me to lend
you Caesar did 1t, didn't l? And you
know what Caesar is to me. ! love
that dog"
NJ. Paul held out his hand frankly.
and the sacristan took it with emotion.
"That settles it, he murmured. ~
never doubted you"
'Then it's understood. Tuesday, at
6. your friend Matthew will be here to
replace Francois" The detective rose
to go. He moved toward the door.
ooh, forgot about the dog. Tignol
will come for him Tuesday morning
with line from me- shall want
Caesar in the afternoon, but III bring
him back at 81
"All right" nodded the sacristan.
"He'll be ready. Au revoir until Tues
day"
Things are marching along" smiled
Coquenil some minutes later to Papa
Tignol as they rolled along toward
the Eastern railway station. You
know what you have to do. And
know what l have to do. We meet
Tuesday at noon near the Auteuil sta
ton beneath the first arch of the via
duct"
=
Coquenil had certainly chosen the
busiest end Of Paris for his meeting
with Papa Tignol.
Their rendezvous was at noon, but
two hours earlier Tignol took the train
at the st. Lazare station. And with
him came Caesar-such a changed, un-
recognizable Caesar! Poor dog! His
beautiful, glossy coat Of brown and
white had been clipped to ridiculous
shortness. and he crouched at the old
mans feet in evident humiliation.
at was shame, old fellow" said
Tignol consolingly, ''but we had to
obey orders. Ell? Never mind, it will
grow out again."
Leaving the train at Auteuil. they
walked down the Rue la Fontaine to
tavern near the Rue Mozart, where
the old man left Caesar in charge of
the proprietor, friend of his. 1t was
now a quarter to II. and Tignol spent
the next hour riding back and forth on
the circular railway between Auteuil
and various other stations. He did
this because Coquenil had charged
him to be sure he was not followed.
Finally. after an amusing adventure.
he met Coquenil. who had disguised
himself SO cieverly as to deceive even
Papa Tignol himself. Going to room
in the Rue Poussin. Coquenil changed
his disguise very materially, while III.
gnol gave him the latest news from
his mother. who sent word that she
was praying for his safety. Tignol
later went out and procured the dog
Caesar. The men then walked in the
Bots toward Passy, and Coquenil re-
counted important discoveries he had
made in Brussels regarding Groener,
the woodcarver.
II saw the place where he boards,
this Adolf Groener. In fact, l stop
ped there, and l talked to the woman
who runs 1t, sharp eyed young Wild
ow with smooth tongue, and saw
the place where he works. It's q
woodcarving shop. all right, and I
talked to the men there. Papa tt
gnol," he said impressively, 'they all
tell simple story. His name is
Adolf Groener. He does live in Brus-
sells. and the widow who runs the
boarding house knows all about this
girl Alice.
"Then something happened" went
on, the famous detective. "You see. I
was waiting in the parlor Of this
boarding house for the widow to bring
me my bill. and happened to glance
ct a photograph she had shown me
when first came, a picture Of Alice
and herself, taken i've years ago, when
Alice was twelve years old. There
was no doubt about the girl, and it
was q good likeness Of the widow. II
now noticed that 1t had no photogra-
piers name on Il, which II unusual,
and It seemed to me there was some.
thing queer about the girls hand. !
went to the window ana was studying
the picture with my magnifying glam
when <seard the woman's step out
side, SO slipped It into my pocket.
-."As soon rs was outside jumped
into q cab and drove to the princi-
pal photographers in Brussels There
were three Of them, and, at each place
I showed this picture and asked how
much It would cost to copy it. The
FIRST two were perfectly businesslike,
huf Tho third man 0avo a little afAPf