Charlevoix county herald. (East Jordan, Mich.) 189?-1953, 1914-11-07

drained his glass, fell back on his
cushions, and closed his eyes. At
a sign from Jacques, Paul did the
same. A few minutes, later, from
all appearances, the three men were
in a stupor. The women still con-
tinued to dance mechanically. Soon
the music ceased, and Girodet came
softly into the room. He sent the
dancers away. They trooped down
the garden, changing their tambour-
ines as they went.
you can CO." he said to the shree
women who reclined on the cush-
ions; "there is no need for you to
stay longer"
He looked down at Smith and
gave him a slight kick. Dead
drunk" he muttered. "His love of
drink spoils everything. But I'll
soon pull him together"
As soon as he had left the room
and they were alone, Jacques started
up, all alert n,
whispered, land pretend to be asleep.
If he sees you have moved from the
door he won't enter the room. But
be ready to help me-"
Jacques quickly undid the thick
silk cords that were looped about the
portieres, and stationed himself be-
hind the door. Paul remained
stretched out, so that Girodet would
see him upon entering the room. He
came into the room and walked over
to Smith, but before he could utter
a cry or defend himself he was
thrown to the floor, gagged, and
firmly bound hand and foot. Jacques
picked up the bottle that had fallen
from his hands. He opened it and
smelled it.
Ammonia" he said; that's for
Smith. He won't get it."
There was not a sound to be
heard in the house. They saw that
there was no danger of Smith wax
ing up for some hours, but to make
sure of him they bound him as they
had the other man.
"He wanted to get US drunk and
then get the receipt" said Jacques;
my head is whirling, and you look
like a man who has dined not wisely
but too well. Well have some of
this"
They helped themselves to some
ammonia and soon their heads were
clear and they felt only an intense
fatigue.
Girodet was struggling on the
floor. They took him by the feet
and shoulders and carried him into
the next room and locked the door
upon him. Then they crept softly
along the passage-careful not to
arouse the sleeping household. When
they entered the dressing room they
found their garments spread out on
a chair-they were still damp, but
they quickly got into them.
GAS they were so eager to search
our pockets ! think we are justified
in doing the same" said Jacques.
They went into Smiths bedroom
and found the suit he had worn.
They turned on the light, and
searched his pockets. After some
trouble they found an inside pocket
carefully buttoned and lined with
leather. In this they found his note
book. They opened it and turned
over the papers one by one.
"Ah, here is something interest
ingp exclaimed Paul.
He held up a slammed postoffce
recent which was worded: Gre
ceived from John j. Smith, one bot
tie containing liquor, to he despatch
ed 70 Andre Calesse, Paris.
"Birge! That is his poison. That
is what he was buying from that
Hindu. He mailed it today. See
the date!
Here's a letter from Calcssew
"Sapristi! He hasn't signed it:
but ] recognize his handwriting. I
could swear to it. Read it quickw
"Mon cher" it ran, "the old chap
won't trouble us any longer. One
dark night he had the misfortune to
fall into p well. Unfortunately we
can't find the receipt that we were
forced TO give him for those shares"
Another letter dated later read:
There are two fools on our
track. They have just left Paris,
and we have reason 60 believe that
they are on their way to Calcutta.
Pecheret discovered them in the
Office one night reading the letters.
If they get TO Calcutta see that they
never return If by anv chance they
do get back here. Pcrcheret and !
will arrange matters. Fadeiah is
HidhtN III iONF WIN one u lHtfl. III
a moment of folly we might all be
lost through her. Send some more
Of the green LIQUOR. She is strong
and resisted the last"
ooh, poor Fadej sus-
pected her We must get back to
France as quickly as possible"
"To save her ?"
eyes, and also for the cause.
Fadejah is the only one who can
explain what this letter leaves in
the dark"
"They are deep-dyed Williams"
continued Jacques, "but they are not
so very smart or they would never
write letters that would compromise
them in this manner"
"They never dreamed that we
should get hold Of them. There is
nothing else in this pocket but a
bunch Of keys. They are no use to
us"
"Hand them over to me-" said
Jacques. "Do you think | am going
TO let this chance slip 70 get back
our ten thousand francs Well be
off now. No one will wake here I'M
til tomorrow. know Hindu SER
wants."
They slipped out of the low win