Evening star., 1930-05-11

various offenses. Liberated from the prison OF
Ioos, where he got to know Pascal, short
time after the latter, Boulogne had taken up
his residence at Dunkerque, where he worked
at the docks. Two inspectors Immediately
ment to that town and arrested him.
Boulogne it was soon discovered, held the
key to the mystery.
On reaching Paris and the Offices of the
CID, he made a full and frank confession.
which I will give in his own picturesque lam
guage.
"Ou messieur; you're right. made the
acquaintance of Pascal in Jail at Loos. where
I was in 'quod at the same time as himself.
We struck up close friendship, and Pascal
promised that If he could ever be of use to
me when he came out he would bear me in
mind. Just to jog his memory wrote to him
at Saint Aubin this year from Dunkerque; and
quite recently found that he had not for
gotten his old pal
"a telegram came for me, saying: Come to
Hotel x, such-and-such q number, Fau-
bourg st. Denis. Ask for Georges Leleu.-Al-
phonse' I reached Paris on September IL.
and who should find ON the platform, waiting
for me, but Pascal. He thought 1t better to
come to the Care du Nord, he said, rather
than run the risk of me missing him at the
hotel where he had put up under false name.
"The funny thing was that Clement decided
there and then not to return to the Hotel
x, but to go straight OF to Saint-Ger-
near the barracks. Pascal appeared to be flush
of money. Anyway, we had o Jolly good time.
drinking In the cafes and talking old
times.
ION the 14th we returned to Paris where
we were to meet Durot and all three of us
went TO Villennes. Whilst Pascal and stop
ped in cafe Durot went of to house agency
and rented a little house for q month-the
Villa des Pavots, in the Avenue du Marechal-
Foch; he took it in the name Of Fournier and
paid the rent on the nail.
"On the 18th all of US returned to our
country residence and slept there. BY that
time had got sort Of an idea as to what
was up.
ION the 18th Pascal went to Paris and re-
turned with a typewriter. Then he made
everything clear to us. The crime business.
he declared, was q mugs game However high
you might rise in the crooks profession. you
simply couldn't win in the end. He had tried
it, and, like many others, had come to the
conclusion that the game was not worth the
candle. Henceforth he wished 10 do some-
thing honest; and the only thing he felt he
could do was to write his memoirs. Hosts of
other reformed crooks had done 1t, he said-or
got somebody else to do 1t for them-so why
shouldn't he buy typewriter and tell the
story of his life?
"Durot tried to make fun out of the idea
of Pascal as an author, but Clement very soon
shut him up and the next day Durot went
back to Elbeuf, leaving me to act as my old
pals cook and messenger boy
IS A LII day long, while was cleaning the
vegetables and doing q bit of cooking,
Clement tapped away at his machine writing
a long yarn about some knights of Themis'
who had got him in their power. This, he
explained, was only the opening installment:
sort of preliminary tid-bit to whet the appetite
of the public for his real memoirs.
"E1e was going To bury the ChaDtpr headings
In wood, he said, so that they could be dug
up and published in the papers; the memoirs
themselves would be written later when he
came back from the dead He was going to
end, he told me, by being buried alive. He
reckoned that a dramatic rescue from the
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