Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1913-06-03

learned, called occasionally on Lucie
but saw nobody else. On the fourth
day two letters from Smyrna to III
c." arrived at the Rue d'Amsterdam
and were handed to me. Neither OF
them bore a signature.
In the first letter the writer simply
announced his safe arrival in Smyrna;
but the second told its own tale.
was fool" 1t said, ito have come to
this hole. I could have stayed in
Paris and chanced 1t, to watch that
scoundrel. Twice he got the better OF
me; but this time I have him. My only
regret is that you may possibly be mo-
Tested. If so, it's your own fault. You
ought to have left me alone. Please
send me all cuttings relative to you
know what"
I at once sent for Charbonnel. He
looked haggard.
II have good news for you," I cried;
"your friend writes from Smyrna that
he has safely arrived, and regrets ex-
ceedingly that you got yourself under
suspicion. He Is very sorry that he
left Paris because he no longer can
watch certain scoundrel. Your friend
has the kindness to give his address
in Smyrna; that simplifies matters. ]
shall very likely start for Smyrna to-
night, but I first wanted to see you,
as perhaps you may have something
to say to me-"
Charbonnel looked at me, dunn
founded.
IN. Goron, 1t is useless fighting
against you. vowed to do the right
thing by my friend, but you have beat
en- me. Yes, 1t is he, Georges Favel.
who committed the burglary. I knew
Georges fifteen years ago in Vera
Cruz. I had fallen i'll, was penniless
and, but for him, would have died like
a dog. But he nursed me, advanced
me money, and afterward got me a
situation as hotel clerk. ,...5.
Since that moment things have
gone well with me, and, thanks to a
small legacy, I am now independent
But poor Georges later fell into bad
ways. He gambled, drank and for five
years I heard nothing Of him. When
I met him again I hardly recognized
him. I fancy he was in prison some
where In Venezuela, but he never
spoke to me about his own affairs. All
he told was that he had been cheated
by fellow called Dominguez, and
that he meant to be even with him. He
soon again disappeared, and had to
return to France to take possession of
my legacy.
"a few months ago, to my conster-
nation, he came to my hotel with the
news that Dominguez was living in
Paris. in the Rue de Prony, and that l
would soon hear some surprising
things. On the night before the soiree
he came again, and, under the infiu-
ence of drink, departed from his usual
reticence. He said he intended to steal
into the house and extract from the
safe, money, valuables, and the docu-
ments he hoped to find there.
"All attempts to hold him back
proving fruitless, I resolved to go to
the soiree, and, II possible, prevent
He had grown long beard,
and 1t was not likely Dominguez would
recognize him If he saw him. I don't
Lnouy what noccaccad mo fo ylou h,,f
just as rose from the plano caught
sight Of Georges in the hall. saw
him go upstairs and rushed after him.
1 clutched his arm, but he knocked me
down, and a bowl and some other ar
ticles on the safe fell off. In a twinkl-
ing he had wrenched open the lock,
and, but for the terrific noise down.
stairs, they must have heard 1t.
II followed him like one in a dream,
saw him put on his overcoat-for no
servant was by-and disappear in the
night. And now you know all. No,
you know more than I do, for I am
still trying to solve the mystery of
how you tracked me to the dressing
room when no one saw US"
Never mind that" I hurriedly re-
piled. Can you tell me anything more
about DomingueZ? Did the burglary
really take place, and were valuables
carried away?"
II know nothing Of Dominguez, ex-
cept that Georges said he was a dan
gerous bandit. AS to the burglary,
am sorry to say I was the unwilling
witness Of it. And now, M. Goron, you
behaved kindly to me. Allow me to give
you some advice. Don't approach Do
minguez until you have seen clear into
the whole business"
That same night I was on my way
to Smyrna. arrived there late on q
Sunday night, and went straight to the
small hotel on the Mariana where
Georges had given his address. The
talkative waiter, a Belgian, informed
me that there was French gentleman
staying there, DR.. Picard, from Ly-
ons.
That's him coming In now," he said
pointing to a stout man. with deep
set, bile-shot eyes and an unsteady
gait. I Immediately recognized hin.
from Charbonners description.
The following morning 1 called on
the French consul and told him as
much of the case as I considered nec-
essary.
"Of course you know" he remarked
that there Is no extradition treaty be-
tween France and Turkey; yet, in vir-
tue Of my office, can take upon my
self to arrest Frenchman, and, un-
less he makes too much fuss, secure
you the necessary assistance to get
him safely on board the steamer for
Marseilles. One leaves tomorrow, Sc
you had better look sharp"
At my request an official from the
consulate called about midday, when
I knew my man was in; and, leaving
him in the hall, I walked upstairs and
knocked at the door.
Good morning, M. Ravel, I said, on
entering. He rose from the easy chair
in which he was sitting and glared al
me.
Il am M. Garon," continued, land