Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1915-02-11

to the drawing room. Jacques's
good-natured face wore a serious ex-
preston, while Fadejah's nonthalant
manner had left her and her eyes
cleaned strangely. The two friends
bade her good night. Jacques or
dered their cabman to drive slowly
up the avenue and they followed
on foot.
"What did she want to show
you?" asked Merseins when they
were outside the grounds.
"The embroidered veil which she
had worn the first time that / met
her." replied Jacques.
Paul looked at his friend fixedly.
The situation was grave, but he
knew that Jacques was loyal and
honorable and the advice he was
going to give was left unsaid. In
stead he remarked casually:
zone can hardly believe that that
charming woman is the dancing girl
you once knew"
at is Fadejah," replied Jacques
pensively. "She is very intelligent,
and she has studied very hard since
l last saw her. That is why she has
accomplished so much.
He lapsed into silence and Mer-
seins refrained from questioning
him. Thev got into their cab and
were driven to their respective
apartments.
Some days passed. The police
seemed to be accumulating more
proofs against the two brothers.
On the third day, when Merseins
called upon his friend, he found him
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space.
"You have seen Fadejah again."
said Paul quietly.
"No, | haven't"
"Then you have written to her"
"No, she has written to me. You
can read the letter If you like" Mer-
seins read: ,.
The Hindu maid has not forgotten
the man who twice rescued her from
slavery. If he has not forgotten the
one who loves him, will he not come
to her? The master is absent. The
servants have been sent away.
There will only he the stars and the
flowers TO see us meet,
Fadciah.
Merseins read the note and handed
it hack to Jacques.
"Yon are not going, I should
hone?" he asked.
"No, indeed. Beautiful Fadejah
has no charm for me. now | have
met little red-haired Jeanne"
"Ah! was sure Of you, Jacques"
cried Merseins, giving his friends
hand a grip. "There is something
strange about these people. Pecheret
looks an out-and-out scoundrel, and
that sarcastic Calesse! would not
like to get into his claws l have
never really trusted the man-and
now this wife of his turns out to be
a dancer, and she has been posing
as the daughter of prince. They
are suspicious lot"
"Nobydy seems to know what sort
Of business Calesse is engaged in,"
said Jacques.
"He is on the Bourse. He is a
sort Of commission agent. l have
met him several times"
"Bourse-commission, one or the
other, or perhaps neither one nor the
other" replied jacques. "You don't
know, neither does any one else. He
must do tremendous business to live
in such style. Where is his place Of
business
"In the Rue de Banque."
"Rue de Banque" cried Jacques,
starting up from his seat. That was
all he said. For some minutes he
seemed to be following a train Of
thoughts.
"Rue de Banque," he said at last
slowly; "that is where he does his
business, and he also has business
roll, tions in Calcutta"
whatever do you mean?"
81 scarcely know. Everything
seems cloudy, but / am piecing
things together. Calesse has his
Office in the very street that Jean
Farades wished to find on the day
that he went to his death, and Ca
lesse's wife comes from Calcutta,
where the victim lived for years.
Didn't you think it strange for
Calesse and Pecheret to speak Of the
crime in that cold-blooded manner
l wonder if Calesse and Fadejah-,
Oh, mon Dieu! If she had hand
in the murder it would be terrible
thing for me to arrest her. How
could 1, of all men, do that, but
must-I must"