The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-04-01


 "Just mouthful of supper across at the cafe," Mir. Cray insisted, land glass of wine, and I'll take you right back 'It sounds delightful" she murmured They called first at the hotel, at Mir. Cray's suggestion, and in the lounge they were accosted by tall, dark man dressed in somber black, with small black tie, very high, white-linen collar, and carrying black cape upon his arm. MT. Cray in- troduced him to his companion.
 Monsieur Droumbet, the avocat," he ex- plained. "I went in to see him this after noon, and asked him to let me know of any developments in that lixle affair we saw something of this morning."
 "The young man Jacques Cassiat was arrested at 2 o'clock this evening"" the advocate announced. "He was seated on a bench on the promenade"
 "Did he confess?" Mr. Cray asked.
 "On the contrary" the advocate replied, Che had every appearance of being shocked, both at the news of the old mans murder and the fact that he was suspected of it. He declared that he had meant to return home himself later. He admitted the quar-
 
 and well when he left him."
 Mir. Cray smiled.
 "This news," he said, "confirms my own impression of the case. am very much obliged, Monsieur Droumbet. At what hour will the magistrates examination take place tomorrow morning?"
 "At Il o'clock, monsieur.
 "At quarter to eleven I shall be at your office," MT. Cray announced.
 ,"I shall await your pleasure, monsieur" was the polite reply.
 Monsieur Droumbet bowed first to Miss Daisy Lindel, then to MT. Cray, and after ward to no one in particular.
 "What's your hurry?" MT. Cray remon- strated. "We thought of stepping across to the Cafe de Paris for a sandwich and bottle of wine. Won't you join us?"
 Monsieur Droumbet shook his head. He was apologetic but emphatic.
 Monsieur Cray will excuse me-" he beg ged. "For the visitor those places are very we'll. For me who practice my profes- sion here, it would be ruin to be seen in them. I shall expect Monsieur Cray at a quarter to eleven tomorrow morning."
 He departed with farewell flourish of the hat. Mir. Cray looked after him with some concern.
 'sI don't see where his fun comes in,' he remarked Maybe he keeps canaries or plays on the piano. Let's be getting across now.''
 Are you going to pay to defend the boy?" she asked as they stepped back into the scented night and turned their faces toward the cafe, from which the sound of music travelled to their ears.
 q guess so-something of the sort" Mir. Cray assented.
 "You dear, generous man" she mur- mured, squeezing his arm.
 At the cafe it appeared MT. Cray was also well-known and valued client A table in the best part of the room was at once prepared for him; his brief orders met with instantaneous response and the Bac- chanalian high priest who rendered him the wine-list received his commands with marks of the deepest respect
 To complete his companions happiness, MT. Cray proved himself an expert in the modern dances which were being lavishly indulged in, and as he led her, breathless, back to her place, Miss Lindel declared that she was having the most enjoyable evening of her life.
 "Why, if all the crowd aren't here!'' she exlaimed little later, waving her hand to- ward distant corner of the room. There is MT. Harding, the producer; and Miss May, our leading lady; and Mir. Spens, the photographer, whom you met this morn ing. They don't seem to be able to find a table,