The Virginia enterprise. [volume] (Virginia, St. Louis County, Minn.) 1893-19??, 1913-02-07
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TRUTH ABOUT THE CASE
The Experiences of M. F. Goron, Ex-Chef
of the Paris Detective Police
Edited by A,sa1t Keyzer
A DRAMATIC HOLIDAY
copyright by J. b. Lippincott Co..

u1ou16ut we nave q me dance.
They'll all be in bed by that time,
hope"
Stanislas had given me the seat Of
honor at the table, on his right, but
ne was too busy to put in an appear
ance. On my other side was Senior
Gonzales, still very upset. and growl-
ing to the steward something I could
not hear about his cabin.
The German, who kept on drinking
champagne, was the first to address
me, with the question:
do you play poker?"
Il never gamble. Why do you ask"
Because we might have a game in
the smoking room tonight. l thought
perhaps you'd like to join
Il will join you in a smoke l said,
but not in the game. l never play"
I'm awfully fond of a spin at
poker" put in NJ. Van Vloot, land
so is Becky, if her tooth does not
worry her. How is your tooth, Becky ?"
THANK you, Sol, l feel much bet
ter l dare say a little game would
just put me right. And l don't mind
the smoke"
Mr.. Knowles, who had not opened
his lips at dinner, remarked in a
rasping voice:
A sea trip without poker is like a
dog without tail. I'll play, too"
III also take hand" said Mr.. Lo.
PEI.
Il gamble on principle" grunted the
comedian; "it's the only principle
nave joke which sent Nine. Van
Vloot into fit of imbecile laughter
AS soon as dinner was over there
was a general rush for the smok-
ing room, and in the saloon remained
only the priest and Mrs Knowles,
doing in their chairs; and Miss
Knowles, a book on her lap, deep in
thought, with smile On her pretty
face
For a long time l paced the deck
enjoying the fresh air and the still
ness around me, and having wished
Stanlslas good night, l decided to
turn in. when curiosi!< prompted ME
to see how the gamble.x we're getting
on. Nine. Van Vloot was standing in
the door of the smoking room, very
much cut Of temper.
Don't you play?" asked.
Il have played" she replied in a
: solemn tone, land l have lost my
money. And so has Sol, and so has
that German gentleman, and so has
Mr.. Knowles, and so has the actor
with the funny name. We have al.
lost our money. Senior Gonzales has
raked it all in. What luck that man
has! never saw anything like it,"
AS l entered the room Gonzales
passed me. He was tired, he said,
and wanted to go to rest. l saw the
other players looking at one another,
and the atmosphere seemed charged
with voiceless currents of thought.
He cleared US out very nicely" at
| last remarked Mr.. Knowles.
He did," repeated the others in
chorus
IN tell you what l think" began
Van Vloot in an excited tone
You needn't express your thoughts
cut in Mr.. Knowles, for we all think
| the same thing. AS for me, / don't
intend to play again with that gentle.
man; and l wish you all pleasant
Dreams
l was beginning to feel more con-
tented. Our old steamer was not
! so black as she was painted, and be-
meath her somewhat fresh exterior
she hid few sterling qualities in the
way Of comfort. lit another cigar
cite and resumed my walk. But a
| change had come over the weather
1t was blowing very hard, and the
waves rolled in mountains under a
sky of lead. In less than quarter
OF an hour gale broke, and heavy
seas swamped the deck.
You'd better turn in," said the first
| officer. 1T will get worse during the
night
l followed his advice, although sleep
| was out Of the question.
The wind howled and the water
crashed against tie side of the steam
er with deafeN:ug noise. 1t was
anything but soothing to the nerves.
! Toward FIVE in tho morning l dozed
off, and may have slept for half an
hour. when l was roughly shaken and
some one called out my name. I felt
the wind blow on me through the
open door. and there stood Stanislas
with the first officer behind him.
! Come at once" shouted the CAP
tain. I'VE want you!"
Having forced me into my trousers
and coat, he took NE to the cabin on
the port side, facing NINE The storm
had abated, but there was still a
heavy sea. and Stanislas gripped nv
arm to steady me. The steward stood
outside as if on guard. Stanislas push
ed him aside, opened the door. and
said:
Look at that"
recoiled with horror. The cabin
was despatched with blood.
| Great heavens! Whose berth ia
this?" asked.
Gonzales" replied stanislas.
But where is he?"
I'VE cant find trace OF him. An
hour ago the steward, fancying he
heard him call. opened the door and
nearly dropped with fright. He at
once came to me, and, while sent
him to every cabin to account for the
passengers, mustered the crew. Only
poor Gonzales is missing. Do you
mind helping me in this business
Goron? l am so distressed I do not