The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1913-11-09
THE INTERNAL TRAP.


people, streaming toward the exit from
the graudstaud. pushed against Nicolas
Duerival. lie brought his hand smart
" to the inside pocket OF his Jacket.
''what's the matter?' asked his
wife.
II still feel nervous with
that money Oh me. I'm afraid Of some
nasty accident.
She muttered;
And ] can Z understand you How
can YOU thinio Of carrying such sum
about with you9 Every faTthing we
posscssl Lord knows. il cost us trou-
Bile enough to earn, -
"Pooh,n he said "No one would
guess that it is here in nv pocket
book
.'Yes, yes,' she grumbled. A'That
Young man-scrvant whom we dis
charged last week knew all about it,,
didn I he, Gabriel?'
.'Ycs. aunt said youth standing
beside her.
Nicolas Dugrival, his wife and his
nephew Gabriel were well-known bg-
ures at the race meetings, where the
regular frequenters saw them almost
every day: Dugrival. big, fat, red
faced man, who looked as If he knew
how TO enjoy life, his wife, also built
ON heavy lines, with coarse. vulgar
face, and always dressed in a plum
coiored silk much the worse for wear;
tho nephew, quite young, slender, with
pale features. dark eyes and falr ana
rather curly hair.
As rule, the couple remained seated
throughout the afternoon. 1t was Ga
briel who betted for his uncle, watch
iuc the horses in the paddock. picking
up tips 10 right and left among the
Jockeys and stable-lads, running back
ward and forward between the stands
and the pari-mutuel.
Luck had favored them that day, for,
three times, Dugrival's neighbors saw
the Young man come back and hand
him money
The fifth race was Just finishing.
Dugrival lit cigar. At that moment,
a gentleman in a ught-httlng brown
suit. with face ending in q peaked
in confidential whisper:
"Does this happen TO belong to you,
sir7"
And he displayed gold watch and
chain.
Dugrival gave a start.
''Why, yes-it's mine. Look, here
are ny initials n. g.; Nicolas Du-
And no at once, with a movement
of terror, clapped his hand to his jack
ct pocket, The note case was still
there.
"Ah," he said, greatly relieved,
that's piece of luck! But, all the
same, how on earth was il done7 Do
Won know the scoundrel?'
Eyes. we we got him locked up. Pray
come with me and we II soon look in
to the matter
'TWhom have I the honor
IN Delangle, detective-inspector.,
have sent to let NJ, Marquenne, the
magistrate, know.
Nicolas Dugrival went out with the
inspector; and the two of them started
for the commissary's Office, some dis
iance behind the grandstand- They
were within fifty yards of it, when the
inspector was accoSted by man who
said to him, hurriedly:
"The fellow with the watch has
blabbed; we are on the tracks OF
to wait for him at the pari mutuel and
10 keep a lookout near the fourth
booth.
There was crowd outside the bet
ing booths and Inspector Delangle
muttered:
"It's an absurd arrangement. Whom
am to look out forf That's Just like
NJ. Marquenne.
He pushed aside group Of people
who were crowding too close upon him:
"By Jove, one has TO use one s el
bows here and keep tight hold on
ones purse. That's the way you got
your watch pinched, N. Dugrivall' y
II can't understand
"Oh. if YOU knew how those gentry
90 TO work. One never guesses what
they re up to next. One of them treads
on your foot, another gives you poke
in the eve with his stick and the third
picks your pocket before You know
where you are. I've been that way
lnyself'' He stopp.ea and then then con
what's the use of hanging about here!
What mob! It's unbearable. All,
there's NJ. Marquenne making signs TO
us. One moment, please-aDd be sure
and wait for me here. -
He shouldered his way through the
crowd. Nicolas Dugrival followed him
FOR a moment with his eyes. Once the
inspector was out Of sight, he stood a
little to one side, to avoid being
hustled.
4 few minutes passed. The sixth race
was about to start, when Dugrivl saw
his wife and nephew looking for him.
He explained TO them that Inspector
Delangle was arranging matters with
the magistrate.
Have YOU your money stillf"
asked his wife,
"Whv, of course ! havel' he re-
Piled "The inspector and q took good
care, ! assure you, not TO let the crowd
iostle u.s.
lie felt his jacket, gave a stihed cry,
thrust his hand into his pocket and
began 10 stammer inarticulate sylla-
bles. while Nine. Dugrival gasped, in
% dismay:
What is its What's The matter7''
"Stolen.' he moared. ''Thc pocket
book-the fifty notes.
Its not true.' she screamed.
1T s not true!
tYes, the inspeetor-R common
snsrper-he' IS the man
She uttered absolute yells:
''Thief! Thief! Stop thief! Ny
husband IS been robbed. Fifty thou
sand francs. We are ruined. Thief