The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1912-05-19
Edited by Albert Keyser

- DO you, also, want TO give Solree,
VI. Goronl If so, don't engage any
respect for pianos. But to tell you
the truth. | only know one a painter, |
don I know where be lives, but he
goes every night to Duval' IS, Place dc
In Madeleine.
"Win you do me the kindness to
dine with ME there this evening?' |
asked.
'"With pleasure he retorted, and
that same night we were in the we'll
known Bouillon,'' waiting for the
painter-pianist-
Ny young friend kept a careful
watch, and 'clock had struck when
| ".Hurrahl there he is, And-but
that S really funny. You arc in luck,
NJ. Goron. Do you see the chap he
is withl He, too, was one of the mu-
sical ornaments OF the soiree. -
Even before looking at the two
young men I was convinced that neith-
er of them was likely to be the bur
glar. With due respect to NJ. Du-
val's cuisine, ! must say that a man
possessed of 800 900 francs will dine
at Paillard 3 or Voisin IS and not at
the 90 Bouillon. " This theory, of course,
cannot be applied TO honest people,
with whom wealth does not exclude
stinginess, but with criminals it holds
good.
We waited till the two gentlemen
had finished their dinner and put on
their hats, when NJ. do C. went up
and introduced them to me, and [ in
| vited them to accompany ME to a
neighboring cafe. They were all deep.
" interested in the robbery, and dur;
ing five minutes ! patiently listened
ed the butler. whom, ne said any
Jury would convict without leaving
the box. only by looking at his face.
The painter, a skcptic. was of the
opinion that it was fake of Domln-
puez' S TO make himself look interest:
ing; and his companion, a student
from the Latin quarter, said the po.
lice ought to compel Dominguez to
write over his door something like
Dante's inscription over the gates of
Hades: "Leave your watches behind,
YOU who enter
When my young friends had ex-
hausted their wit | turned tho con-
versation in other channels. In re-
ply to my question, the painter in
formed me that he knew another man
who had obliged the company with
dances at the DomingueZ soiree, and,
| after few more Jokes about the in
terest ] took in these amateur mu
sicians, he promised to bring the other
man to me the next morning.
Of the five who, according to mad
am. had succeeded one another on
three: but the culprit was not among
them, and everything depended on
what the next day would bring
Punctually at eleven the painter was
ushered into my office, followed by a
nineteen year-old, fair haired boy, the
son of a rich widow, very nervous and
awkward, who dropped his hat and
| 1cl IN hn
of five minutes, There was little Of
the expert burglar about him Yes, he,
too. had struck up two waltzes and
quadrille, but he had left early when
he found it was getting bit rowdy
There remained, therefore, only one
PLAYER, and if he was, like those
I had thus far seen. my theory, based
| requested the four to meet that af.
ternoon in my office, and then asked
| them whether they could not remem-
ber who their fifth colleague was
They began by shaking their heads,
And then the painter, decidedly the
smartest among them, called out:
''Hold hard! There was a tall chap
rather military looking"
With an aquiline nose and black
mustache. interrupted NJ. de G..
He played some pretty waltzes, -
piped the fair-haired youth.
None of them knew his name, but
they-especially the painter-gave me
and returned TO the Rue de Pronv, The
Dominguezes, husband and wife,
vaguely remembered the tall man with
! the auulllne nose, but he was a
stranger TO them. I, therefore. gave
Madame Dominguez the man s minute
description. and begged her to go
to her friends to whom she had given
rot L.
could obtain the desired informa-
tion.
Unfortunately, it led to no result.
She had been to every house, and
no one knew the man wanted.
4 consulted one Of my inspectors,
who spoke Spanish and was well ac.
duainted with the foreign COLONY in
Paris, but he could not throw any light
on the subject.
week passed 7 had not made
invisible. It is all very we'll for
man to have faith in his powers. but
those or my colleagues who read these
mes VIII agree with me that de
tective relies as much on chance as
on skill
| had begun to believe that the
tickle goddess had deserted me. when
on saturday morning something ex.
traordinarv occurred
had gone to the fair in the Place
du Trone TO make an inquiry about a
case in which ] was Interested
was lighting nv cigarette behind
Madame Zaza s booth when a whisper.
ing conversation between a woman
and mar. fell upon my ears. and
distinctly heard the words "Rue do
Prony' and "Dominguez
did not hesitate second. ran
round 70 the front, elbowed nv wav
through the crowd, paid my so cen.
, times at the desk, and TO the surprise
of Madame Zaza made straight for
the little door opposite the entrance. I
passed through. and saw young WON
an in the fantastic dress Of a sibvl
Her companion had disappeared. De-
spite her disguise. T recognized her
at once, as a girl who had PLAYED
part IN an affair when the revolver