Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1912-11-22

gone in for spiritualism, this conspir.
acy would never have been started.
| Several times ! have felt tempted tc
write him an anonymous letter warn
ing him against the plot; but Boissier
terrorized me, and dared not risk 1t.
have also" atty
She stopped and an expression Ut
intense pain came over her face.
saw she was really i'll; and as, for
several reasons did not want her to
go back to where she was staying,
sent for a cab and asked the house
keeper to take my card, and convey
the girl to home managed by one
Of my friends, who would look after
her.
Boissier was sitting motionless in
the dining-room by the side of the
professor" who was reading morn
ing paper.
take him to the prefecture, Lee
roy" / said. II will see him tonight
or tomorrow morning"
eyes, sir. Come along, my boy, you
and I will look at few more ghosts"
| And he led away Boissier, who SHY.
cred with fright and had not the
strength to utter a syllable.
'Well, Xavier" exclaimed, when
we were alone. what do you think
of our seance? Rather stormy, was it
not?"
"Goron, I am too much ashamed OF
myself to dare even to thank you. ]
| feel in a dream. But how did you fer.
ret it all out? What clue did you
have?"
ooh, had clue But there Is
your sister, worrying herself to
death. Go at once to her, and tell her
she need not trouble to order we'd
ding cake for you. One word more
Ask your sister to tell her butler to
| bring up bottle of Mouton Roths
child. / promised to dine with her
and you-if all went WELL"
| 1t was one of the pleasantest din.
ners can remember. The Mouton
Rothschild had been religiously emp.
tied. We were smoking cigarettes,
when Xavier said: -
"And now tell us what gave you the
clue to the affair.""
"My dear Xavier, you will see it is
all very simple. If people would be-
lieve only half the things told them
in the course of their lives there
would be only half the number OF
crimes committed. You need not look
uncomfortable; others have been ia.
ken in like you.
your case is divided into two parts
The first, which concerns you special
ly, is of childish simplicity. 1t was all
fake. The voices you heard, calling
upon you to marry that girl, did not
emanate from spirits. Candidly,
am surprised man Of your intellect
should have fallen into such vulgar
trap. AS to these wonderful sooth.
sayers in Paris, Brussels and Amster
dam, they were all members of the
same gang. 1t was Boissier who gave
you the addresses Of those sibyls, and
Clementine, warned by Bossier, sent
one of her staff to the place to receive
you.
"The second part Of your case, re-
lating more particularly to the girl
was more subtle, and, I own, gave me
some trouble. She, felt, was the piv.
OF of the affair, and on her conferred
my attention. Her hands were my
first clue. In suspicious case sus.
pect everything.
Here was a girl, the daughter OF
French parents, with a pair of Ameri.
can hands! I have been to the United
States and have noticed the peculiari
ties of the hands in that country, as
elsewhere. Her hands haunted me;
began to fancy they did not belong to
her. And that. was my starting point
81 went to Toulouse; saw NJ E
and Madame E., who had adopted
their niece, and had a profitable talk
with them. They showed me the por
traits of Germaine's parents, true
types Of the Latin race; and learned
from them that the Bradley's, the
farmers who at one time took charge
Of Germaine, also had little daugh.
ter. On my return to Paris com.
municated by cable with the Ameri
can authorities, and with admirable
courtesy they replied the second day
that Lily Bradley and her parents
were dead.
"The conviction then stole upon me
that your flancee was not Germaine.
but the farmers child; my only way
to test the truth was to organize Sc
ance, and-without play upon words
turn the tables upon those who
used spiritualism to swindle you. You
saw what happened. Leroy is one Of
my men. His father was a low come.
dian, who taught his son ventrilo
quism.
"As to that terrible noise you heard,
it is produced by smearing two little
planks with rosin, and rubbing them
violently against one another"
Xavier and I had a violent dispute
about the wretched Boissier. Early
the next morning my friend called on
me, and told me that this matter could
not go further, on account of the