Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1915-02-25

Smacklng his lips, after his flrSt taste
of the old brandy; excellent"
"Does this remind you Of any
thing?"
Eyes, \our little suppers with Jean
Farades. If any man liked this brand,
it was old Jean. And to think that
he may never come back here again /!
We were old friends"
"That shows how much he thought
Of YOU" remarked Merseins "for it
appears that he was very secretive." )"
with his clients, yes; but not with
old friends. No one ever knew what
he did with his money"
Eyes, he had money. Two or three
hundred thousand francs" said
Jacques.
Harcourt burst out laughing.
"Oh, the old humbug! Is that what
he let's you think? But there, it is
no business of mine. I'm talking too
much"
Jacques poured out another glass
of brandy. Harcourt protested but
finally drank it. He put his elbows
on the table and began to talk.
ITS coed million that he had,
gentlemen. Three hundred thousand
francs was the last amount that he
deposited. All Jean, the old hum
bugw
A million! jacques and Merseins
gasped. Then Jacques, trying to
speak carelessly, said:
He only mentioned to me this
three hundred thousand francs, and
said that it was invested in English
and French railway shares"
Yes, that is so. The rest he had
placed out bit by bit. He did not even
tell me with whom he had placed it,
but l got to know all the same"
81 am surprised that he did not
tell you, because he told me that he
had his banker here. In fact, l am
worried over little matter concern
ing him. We were doing little busi-
ness before | started from France,
and Jean Farades told me to go to his
banker here and he would arrange
the matter for me. came off in such
a hurry that | forgot to ask him for
the address,"
ooh, it's John ]. Smith. He does
F. not live far from here. After dinner,
if you like, we'll take stroll and !'ll
show you his place"
81 shall be very much obliged"
After dinner Harcourt and the two
friends walked into the business
quarters of Calcutta. The streets
were very quiet. Soon the hotel pro-
prietor stopped before a small office
building and pointed to the second
floor. y
Smiths Offices are there where
you see a light in the window" he
said.
"a light at night in an English Of
flee. That is odd" remarked
Jacques. Thanks, Harcourt, for
showing US the street. Tomorrow
I'll come down and see him."
Harcourt was now very talkative,
and would have continued their walk
until morning. The two friends in
sisted upon returning to the hotel.
AS soon as they were rid of him, they
came to the conclusion that they were
not sleepy, and they slipped out and
made their way back to Smiths Off
ces. The light was still in the WIN
dow.
at is such an extraordinary thing
for an Englishman to work at night
in India" said Jacques-"it is odd
to say the least. What is it on the
sign-commission agent. Hum! The
same as Calesse. / wonder if Smith
himself is up there? Well soon see."
Jacques rang the bell. A woman
opened the door. She seemed sur
prised to see any one at that late
hour.
eve want to see Mr.. John J..
Smith," said Jacques. -
"Mr. Smith is only here in the day.
time" answered the woman.
But there is a light in his office,
md I,nx L.
ness we thought that he might give
US a few minutes of his time now"
The woman seemed confused. "You
81 am sure there is no light there"
Jacques took a step back and
looked up at the second floor. The
light had gone.
Sorry to have disturbed you," he
said "We've made mistake" The
woman closed the door.
1T is hardly likely that a man
sleeps there. Well wait for him in
this doorway" -- r.s
A quarter of an hour later man
came out of the building and walked
down the street. He was big man
with a dissipated, bloated face, but
he was well groomed and had the ap-
pearance of a well-to-do business
man.
He passed the doorway where they
were hiding. They followed at dis
tance, hoping that they could learn
whether the man were Smith or not.
He lit cigar and walked on to the
residential quarter and entered a
cafe. A group of men who were
drinking at table beckoned to him.
Hello, Smith Come over here"
they called out.
Smith nodded to them and said he
was expecting some one. Evidently
the man for whom he was looking
had not arrived, for he sat down
alone at table.
Jacques and Paul took a seat at the
next table. Toward eleven o'clock a
man came into the cafe and walked
straight up to him. The stranger sat
down and the two men began to talk
in the half-English and half-Hindu
patois that Jacques barely under
stood. Soon Smith pulled out his
toh