The evening world. Newspaper, January 17, 1916, Page 13

The Teeth of the Tiger anne ERY NE An Arsene Lupin Romance of Fortune and Mystery ( By Maurice Leblanc . Ge.) (Copyright, 1014 by Doubleday, Page CHAPTER I. One Hundred Million Francs. RSENE LUPIN, arch thief, had for years safely defied the French police. Then he had vanished and-te the reliet of the whole police department—was reported dead. A few yearg later Don Luis Perefna, a galiant officer of France's Foreign Legion, returned to Paris trom Morocoo, And ntly he was recognized as the supposedly dead Arsene Lupin. Lupin (or Perenna, as he preferred to be known), came back as @ con- heir to his old comrade at arms, Cosmo Mornington, who had left @ of 100,000,000 francs ($20,000,000). This money was left to certain ves, and, in event of their death, to Perenna. ‘The police at once learned that a plot was afoot to get rid of these heirs. Inspector Verot tried to expose the plot—and died from mysterious n, Hippolyte Fauville, another heir, was murdered in his own home, as ‘bis gon Edmond, one night when Perenna himself and Police Sergeant Mageroux were guarding the house, Pauvitie's wife, Marie, was arrested. Go was Gaston Bauverand, @ man ery, who escaped sgon after his capture. Repeated efforts were made to murder Perenna, And documentary identifying him es Lupin, were sent to the papers, Perenna’s suspicions fel! on his secretary, Florence Levasseur, a beau- girl, who had come to him highly recommended. In a copy of Shake- im her room he found memoranda that seemed to make this certain, A etrange feature of the case was that after Verot's murder a bit of te was found near the body, bearing an odd set of teeth marks, Also, Fauvilie’s death, two apples in his garden were found with precisely Her teeth marks in them. The newspapers began to refer to the affair y Teeth of the Tiger.” ? Desmaiions, Prefect of Police, was in despair of catching the criminal of it and besought Perenna’s aid. Perenna accepted the duty. Tt was Florence Levasseur’s com- press opinion of Don Luis, who dep- y that most worried Perenna, Fecated the experiment as useless, the Profect had decided not to turn off was unconsciously learning tO tne slectric light, #o that he might see for this pretty socretary of bis. if the light would prevent the mir- t the evidence against her seomed acie. Under these conditions no letter ani could appear, and no letter did ap- “Yea, thought, “that is where ear. The miracle, whether a conjur- truth lies. Aa the possible heir she said, showing him an in one of the newspapers. “This is the twenty-fifth; and, ac- cording to the information of the po- Noe, supplied, they say,\by you, there should be a letter delivered in t house of Hippolyte Fauville on the Boulevard Suchet every tenth day, the house is to be destroyed by explosion on the day when the and last letter appears. ‘He looked at her steadily. She did gO He answered ing trick or a criminal's dev: Cosmo Mornington and @ promi. Dess. ‘There were therefore ten days lost. enemy, and they are trying to do was renewed, while the same crowd away with me as they did with the gathered outside, an anxious, breath- acting against me. And ft te sh@ going 1 keepi mn ht iv Who has commitied murder silence, rw eyes ‘easing upon he ing speaks in bor defense, Her inno- — ‘Phis the light was put out, but cent ey ‘The accent of sincerity thy Prefect of olice kept bie hand And thou’ Yes, what then? Have [ twenty times unexpeotedly turned Hever seon women with that frank/on the light, There was nothing on almost for pleasure’s tention was the creaking of a plec of furniture or a movement made by Suddenly they all uttered an ex- clamation. Something unusual, a sience. M. Desmalions at once switched on lay not on the table, but beside it, on the floor, on the carpet. cross. The inspectors were as pal as death. who nodded his head without @ word. needed the kindly aid of the dari Bent dgure in the case I am the Gavthe fiteenth of May the wait others, And it Is Florence who 18 ious crowd, stirred by the least verything tells againat her; noth- Fayvilies’ house in ber voice? Her serene dignity? on the ciectric switch. Ten times, look who have committed murder for table. What had aroused his ong of the men with him. rustling noise, had interrupted ‘the the light. He gave a cry. A letter Mazeroux made the sign of tho M. Desmalions looked at Don Luis, They inspected the condition of the "Yea, the night. I shall be locks and bolts. Nothing had moved. t@ere.” Nothing in the world will | That day again the contents of the t me.” letter made some amends forthe really extraordinary manner of its delivery. It completely dispelled all the doubts that still enshrouded the double murder on the Boulevard Suchet. Again signed by Hippolyte Fau- ville, written throughout by himself, on. the eighth of February, with no visible address, it said: “No, my dear friend, I will not allow myself to be killed like a sheep led to the slaughter, I shall defend myself; I shall fight to the last mo- ment. Things have changed lately, L have proofs now, undeniable proofs I possess letters that have passed between them. And I know that they still love each other as they did at the start, that they want to marry, and that they will leave nothing stand in their way. It is written, understand what I say, it is written in my wife, Marie's, own hand: ‘Have patience, my own Gaston. My cour- ago increases day by day. So much the worse for him who stands be- tween us. He shall disappear.’ “My dear friend, if I succumb tn the struggle you will find those let- ters (and all the evidence which 1 have collected against the wretched creature) in the hidden behind At ten o'clock that night Sergeant Maserout joined Don Luis in Hip- Fauville's workroom in the Bouchet house, Deputy Detective Weber und two clothes men were with him ‘up their posts, Two were to sit up ip turns. time, after making a minite of the little room in which Edmond used to Bleep, doors ani ven jock they off the electric chandelier. Luis and Weber hardly slept Bight passed without incident Ents seven o'clock, when the were opened, they saw that was @ letter on the table. frat moment of stupe- was over the deputy chief letter. Hie orders were not to yead it and not to let any one clac — it. lere is the letter, published by the newspapers, which also published the Nieclarations of the experts certifying Perhaps goodby.” Thus ran the third missive. Hippo- lyte Fauville from his grave named and accused his guilty wife. From hia grave he supplied the solution to the riddie and explained the reason why the crimes had been committed: Marte Fauvilie and Gaston Sauver- and were in love with each other. Certainly they knew of the exist- ence of Cosmo Mornington’s will, for they had begun by doing away with Cosmo Mornington; and their eager- ness to come Into the enormous for- tune had hastened the catastrophe, A week later Marie Fauville in her cell tried to kill herself by cutting her wrists by a bit of broken glass. Don Luis heard the news from Ma- weroux, who came to tell him of it hefore 8 o'clock the next morning, just as he was getting out of bed The sergoant had a travelling bag in his hand and was on his way to atch a train. Don Luis greatly upset “Is she dead? he exclaimed i. him.at once, I knew the silver le of his ebony stick. It was he beyond a doubt, the scoundre! “So he te in Paris, in spite of his promise. Gaston Sauverand 1s in Paris! Do you understand the ter- rible significance of that fact? If he is in Paris it means that he intea to act, If he is in Paris it means certain death to me Oh, the harm which I shall have suffered-at that man's hands! He has already robbed of my happiness; and now he wants my life, I am terrified.” So Fauville had known t ‘the man with the ebony walking stick,” that Gaston Bauverand, was design- ing to kill him. Fauville declared it “most positively, by evidence written in his own hand; and the letter, moro- over, corroborating words that lad escaped Gaston Bauverand at his ur- raat, abowed that the two meu had at one time had relations with cach other, that they were no. longer : “No. Tt seems that she has had Prenee. GEG. tae Gaston Sauverand ono more let-off, But what's the ood? A litte lebt w “How do. you mean, what's the shgd on the dark good?” ’ ston case. But, on the o Aow: inconceivable was. th of that letter found on t! the workroom! Five, men had kept watch, the smartest mon obtainab) on that nlgbt, as on the night of the th of April, an unknown sand livered the Iptter in a room ‘arricaded . door, windows, "She'll do it again, of course. She's set her mind upon it, And, one day or another——" “Did she volunteer no confession, this time either, before making the mpt on her life?” She wrote a few words on a ace of paper, saying that, on think- jag ft Over, she advised us to ask a Evening the} “Have thoy re-examined the erased addresses of the three letters?” “Yes; and they managed to make out the name of Langernault.” “Where does this Langernault lve?" “According to Mme. Fauville, at the village of Damigni, in the Orme.” “Have they deciphered the word Damigni on one of the letters?” o, but they have the name of he nearest town.” What town ig that?” ‘Alencon.” ‘And is that where you're going?” “Yes, the Prefect of Police told me to go straightawa: I shall take the train at the Invalides. ti “You mean you will come with me ‘We will both of us go, my lad. I want to be doing something; the at- mosphere of this house is deadly ter me.” “What are you talkin; Chief?" ie St I know.” ee @ © @ Half an hour later they were flying along the Versailles road, Perenna himself was driving his open car and driving it in such a way that Maze- roux, almost stifling, kept blurting out at Intervals: “Lord, what a pac Dash tt all, how you're letting her go, . Chief! Aren't you afraid of a emash*® They reached Afencon in time for junch. When they had done, they Pad % the Lapel Restores, Nobody new the name o! ngernault there, Bensldes, Damigni had its own post- oMfoce, though the premumption was that M. Langernault had his letters addressed “poste restante” at Alen- con, Don Luts and Mazeroux went on to the village of Damigni. Here again the postmaster knew no one of the name of Langernault; and this in spite of the fact that Damigni con- tained about a thousand inhabitants, “Let's go and call on the mayor,” said Perenna, At the mayors Mazeroux stated who he was and mentioned the ob- ject of his visit. The mayor nodded his head. “Old Langernault? 1 should think so. A decent fellow; used to run a business in the town,” “And accustomed, I suppose, to fetch his letters at Alencon post- office?” “Tirat's it, every day, for the sake of the walk.” “And his house?” “Is at the end of the village, You “Certainly not! poor, dear man hasn't even set foot in the house since he left it the last time, four years ago!” “How is that?” “Well, he's been years!” Don Luis and Mazeroux exchanged dead these four t their hearing a sound or dis- certain 3} Langernault about the , ce of amazeme: pe al mysterious letters, He was the only A 1 inge of the doors or windows had friend that she. bed kpow her ross tL tampered with, hy poss or at any e the erie ow Le Pere ater, May 5, the next only one whom he would have called, ng murdered? reg Berenas. “Wes letter .was due, That night a crovd ‘My dear fallow.’ dr "My dear “™N'o no. They thought so at first, atheved in front of the house The friend.” This M. Langornault could when’ they picked him vp on the oot of Police himself remained do no more than prove her innocence floor of His room; bat the inquest in hoyse that night, with Perenna and explain the terrible misundér- proved that it was an accident, Ha ‘eber and the rest of the standing of which she was the vic- was cleaning his gun, and it went im. “But,” said Don Luis, “if there ts any one to prove her innocence, wh: oes she begin by opening ter Veins? ik expectations were disa {and this was M. Del poalicns’s fault: In spite of the ez off and sent a load of shot into his stomach. All the same, wa thought it very queer in the village, Daddy Langernault, an old hunter, was not _World Januaty Daily Magazine. Monday. oR Meee Good BYE ! | HOPE You'Lt SOON BE OVER YouR GRIP Good IDEA, “AN OUNCE OF PREVENTION IS WORTH A POUND oF NBG = x sas Hoot the man to commit an act of care- lessness.” “Had he money?” “¥ e 4d th barn was in semi-darkness, for but little light came through the openings stopped up with straw, especially as ome hoops dropped to the ground not far from where he stood. They came from above, from a loft ‘s just what clinched the day was beginning to wane, He Iikewise crammed with various ob- hey couldn't finda penny w, able to distinguish a heap of jecta and implements and reached by barrels, broken wine presses, old a ladder. Was he to believe that the cinds. visitor, surprised by his arrival ploughs and scrap iron of all taken refuge in that hiding plac “This is certainly not where gome time and then asked and “Did he leave any children, and fair gtroller tur hor st made a movement that caused the fall relatives of the same name?" thought Don Luis. “Let's look # of the hoops? “Nobody, not even a cousin. The where else. Don Luis placed his electric lantern proof is that his property—it's called He 0 @ cask in such a Way as to send the Nevertheless, he did not move. had noticed a noise in the barn He listened and heard nothing. But hoe wanted to get to the bottom of things he forced out a couple of planks with his shoulder and stepped the Old Castle, because of the ruins on it—has reverted to the State, The authorities have had the doors of the house sealed up, and locked the gate of the park, They are walting for the legal period to expire in order to take ensidn.” poss % “And don't sightseers go walking in the park, in spite of the walls.’ ‘ot they. In the first place, the walls are very bigh. And then—and then the Old © as reputation in the neighborhood ever since I can re ber. There has al- His eyes grew accustomed to the hosts: @ pack darkness as he went on. For all that, " he knocked his head against some- thing which he had not perceived, something hanging up above, som thing rather hard which, when set in motion, swung to and fro with @ curtous grating sound It was too dark to see. Don Luts took an electric lantern from hia light right up to the loft, Seeing nothing s#uspicior nothing but an arsenal of old pickaxes, rakes and disused scythes, he attributed what had happened so some animal, some stray cat, and, to make sure, he walked quickly to the ladder and went up. Suddenly, at the very moment when ho reached the level of the floor, there in, The breach which he had thus con- trived admitted a little light. He could #66 enough to make bis way between two casks, over porns broken window frames, to an empty space on the far sido. things falling, form rose from the heap of rubbish with @ terrible gesture. It was swift as lightning. Don Luis naw the great blade of a scythe cleav~ ing the air at the height of his head. Had he hesitated for a second, for the tenth of a second, the awful weapon would have beheaded him, Aw It was, he just had time to fatten himself against the ladder, The scythe whistled past bim, grazing his “This {s @ funny affair,” exclaimed Don Luis, when they had left the mayors, “Hera we have Fauville writing his, letters to a dead man— and to a dead man, by the way, who looks to me very much a@ if he had pocket and pressed the spring. jack He aiid down to the floor been murdered.’ Above him hung 4 skeleton, <A hoeldw, “Some one must have intercepted geoond skeleton hung beside the first, Hut be had seen. the letters,’ They were both fastened by stout He had seen the dreadful face of “Obviously, But that does not do ropes to rings fixed in the rafters of Gaston Sauverand, and, behind the ¥ with the fact that he wrote the parn, Their beads dangled from man of the ebony walkingstick, wan them, to a dona man and mate 5 the alipknots, Pager} against which ead vie in the rays of the siectrig confidences to § 4 Per. truck tld ving Meht, ie istorted features 0: him of his wife's criminal intentions.” | ifent ie ped “the bones ‘clisked tor Florence Levasseur! Maseroux wee lent He, 0% gether with a gruesome sound. amas seeme: reat lexer o] They epent part of the afternoon in , He dracwed forward 4 rickety CHAPTER II. table, propped it up as best he could, and climbed onto it to examine the two skeletons more closely. They were turned toward each other, face to face. The first was considerably bigger than the second. They were obviously the skeletons of a man and &@ woman, Even when they were not moved by a jolt of any kind, the wind blowing through the crevices in the barn set them Mehtly swinging to and fro, in a sort of very slow, rhyth- mical dance, But what perhaps was most im- pressive in this ghastly spectacle was the fact that'each of the skeletons, though deprived of every rag of too asking about old Langernault’s hab- ita, hoping to receive some useful clue from the people who had known him, But their efforts led to nothing. At 6 o'clock, as they were about to start, Don Luis found t the oar had run out of petrol and sent Maze- roux in a trap to the outskirte of Alencon to fetch some, He employed the delay in going to look at the Old Castle ontside the village. He had to follow a hedged road leading to an open space, planted with lime trees, where 4 massive wooden gate stood in the middie of a wall. The gate was locked. Don Luis walked along the wall, which wae, in Lupin’s Anger. ® remained for one moment motionless and specohless. | Above was a perfect clatter of things being pushed about, as though the besieged were building themselves barricade, But to the right of the electro rays dif- fused daylight entered through an opening that was suddenly exposed, and he saw in front of this opening first one form and then another stoop- wrder to escape over the roofs, olled his revolver, but badly, a a esented no Clothing, still wore 4 «oid ring, i y ee MY Pee Aes Phe managed Wide now that the fi ui disap. fur he waa thinking of Florence und to climb over by means of the peered, but held, r oks, by the his hand trembled, Tires more oo . branches of a tree. bent joints of the fingers rang out. The bullets rattled agains the old scrap iron in the loft. The fifth shot was followed by @ ory of pain, Don Luis once more rushed up the ladder, In through the loft he groped \ his way to an opening and waa greatly surprised on passing through tt to find bimself on level ground, It was sloping bank against The park consisted of unkept lawns, with a overgrown with wild flowers, and Krass-covered avenues leading on the right to @ distant mound, thickly dotted with ruins, and on the left to a small, tumbledown house with ily fitting shutters. He was turning tn He slipped off the shiver of disgust, an were wedding rings. E inside, the same date 12 August, and two names: “Alfred~-Victorine “Husband and wife,” he murmured, “Is it a double suici¢ Or @ mur- rings found that they this direction the top of the ‘ der? But how In it possible that the whict the bart stood. when he was much surprised to per- - /. aun Which the ba ae Salve. fresh’ footprinta, on a border ‘Wo ake! ut yet been dis. "Hy descended the slope at haphaz: which had been soaked with the re- poverd’ ance at th: szd to the left of the barn and passed Gent rain, And he could see that these have been | the h of old jn front of the building, but saw no- footprints had been made by a wom- Jangernault, since the Government body, He then went up again on the has taken possession of tho estate and made it impossible for anybody to walk tn He paused to reflect. right, and although the flat part waa Wory ‘narrow he searched it carefully, for in the growing darkness of tha twilight he had every reason to fear an's boots, a palr of elegant and dainty boots. a “Who comes walking here?" he thought He found more footprints a Uttle “Anybody? 1 qon't about renewed attacks from the enemy. farther, on another border which the tnac, considering that T saw foutprints — He now became aware of something owner of the boots had crossed, and arden, and that a woman has which he had not perceived before they led him away from the house, been there this every day! e bank an @tong the top of the toward a series of clumps of tress The thought of the unknown vis Which at tim spot was quite six where he saw them twice more. Then engrossed him once more, abd he Kot 1 te gh. Gaston Sauverand and he lost sight of them for good down from the table. Ip spite of the Florence had beyond adoubt escaped ‘Was standing near a large. half. noise which he had heard, it was this way ruined barn, built againat a very tall hardly to be supposed thet abe had — Perenna followed the wall, which bi Its worm-eaten doors seemed entered the barn. And, after a few wae fairly wide, till he cam@ to a merely balanced on their hinges. He minutes’ search, he wax about to go lower part, and here he Jumped into a out, when there came, from the left, a little wood a olash of things falling about end went up and looked through a crack ploughed fleld skirtin in the wood. Inside the windowless i to 17, 1916 By Bertrand The Evening World. se Me ie of it. made ‘North of Fift but ron, Me atarted exploring tt, ‘Wa, “once jreafizing Ite den he at saw that it we waste of time to linger in pursutt Ho thevefore returned to the village, whth exploit accomplice thinking over thts, Once again Flore had tried to latest nis him Once ag Morence th ny prominently in this network of erimt- nal plots, At the, moment when chance ine formed Don Luis that old Langer- jnauit had probably died by foul play, at the moment when chance, by lead- ing him to Hanged Man's Barn, as he christened it, brought him {nto the presence of two skeletons, Florence appeared as a murderous vision, an evil genius who Was seen Wherever death had passed with its trail of blood and corpses, “Oh, the loatheome creature: muttered, with « attudder, “How can she have so fair a face, and eyes of mich haunting beauty, #0 grave, ein- core and almost gutleless?” In the church square, outside the inn. Maseroux, who had returned, lv Ailing tie petrol tank of the mo- i lighting the lamps. Don fiw the Mayor of Damigni crosat the square, He took hin aatd “By the way, Monsieur Je Maire, did you ever Near any talk tn the district, perhaps two years ago, of the disppeatunce of a couple farty or infty years of age? The husband's |name was Alfred’ —— | nd the wife's Vietorine, eh?” the |Mayor broke in. “I should think so! |The affair created some atir. They ltived at Alencon on « small, private jincome; they disappe betw: lone day and the next; and no one has |mince discovered what became of then, ay more than a little hoard, some twenty thousand franos or so, wirich they had realised the day be- jfore by the sale of their house, J mempor them well, Dedessustamare heir name wae.” ; cy hunk you, Monsieur le Mat said Perenna, yy mag learned al) he wanted OW, tet ay wan ready. A iminute after rusbing toward Alencon with aw oe are we moing, Chiet?* aaked the, corres 1 have every rea- “fo the station. be firet, that Bauverand ein morning—In what was informed this vay remains muons made lust night by — Fauville relating to old Langernau Hf and, secondly, that he has been prowl+ round and inaide old Langer- ing ty roperty to-day for reasone that wwe remain to be seene And I that he came by train and presut " Prat he will go back by train, yyenna’s supposition War con firmed without delay... He was told at « railway station that a gentleman and randy had arrived from Paris @t t ofcloek, that they had hired @ trap door, and hat ig oo ished their business, they ie ack a few minutes ago, by the 7.40 expre The eso pion. OF ie ly and gentleman correspon ex- tatty ‘with that of Florence and Sau- verand. 0) his ¢ time-tabl We may at Le Mans. They reac at the hotel next 1” aid Perenna, setting Aye rmotion, atler consult: the We are an hour behind, toh up with the scoundrel hed their destination ‘just asa train was pulling out. Perenna « tation platform, look- ran along tht Sompartment, for the ae did. not see them in the end e » train started, And oe eay ue gave @ shout: they were the two of them, by the there, hee 1 He had seen them! They eats Florence, with her heed ‘s shoulder, and he, lean- r, with his arma around he flung back the handle bottom latch and seized the of the carriage door, | At the sémne jmoment he lost his balance ans , Hled away by the furious tioket col- ‘and by Mazeroux, who bel- ‘re mad, Chief! you'll kill yourself! Let go, you ass!” roared Don Lule “It's th Let me be, can't you ‘The carriages filed past: He tried to jump on to another footboard. But the two men were clinging to hin, tome railway porters came to their fesistance, the stationmaster ran Up. The train ation. "Idiots panouted, Pack of asses that yo 4 Pai leave me alone? Oh, I ewear to on Sauveran ing over he ! hevlad with rage, “Why, yor Heaven" =~ With a blow of his left fist he knocked the ticket collector down; with a blow of bis right he sent Ma- veroux spinning; and shaking off the porters and the stationmaster, he rushed along the platform to the luggageroom, where he took fying leaps over several batches of trunks, packing cases and portmanteaux “Oh, the perfect fool!” be mumbled, on seging that Maszeroux had let the power down in the motor car “Trust him, if there's any blunder going!” Don Luis had driven his car at @ fing rate during the day; but that night the pace became vertiginous. Verenna bad but one thought tn bis head: to reach the next station, which was Chartres, before the two acco plices, and to fly at Sauverand’s throat. He saw nothing but that: the savage grip of bis two hands that would set Florence Levasseur’s lover gasping in his agony “Her lover! Her lover!” he mut- tered, gnaxhing his teeth. !Why, of course, that explains everything! They have combined against thetr accomplice, Marie Fauville; and it ts she alone, © devil, who will pay for the horrtble series of crimes! “Is she their acc plice even he wondered, “Who knows? Who knows if that pair of demons are not capa- ble, after killing Hippolyte and his tqward Which the fugitives must have #on, of having plotted the ruin of » ‘ ff me, where did you Next Week’s Complete Novel in The Evening World “Roaring Bill’ Wagstaff M. Sinclair “ROARING BILL’ WAGSTAFF” is a sequel to Sin clair’s novel, “North of Fifty-Three,” recently printed in It is also a complete story by itselt, so that a knowledge of the preceding novel is not necessary to full enjoyment The same dash and suspense and outdoor charm, which y-Three” so popular, will be found %., in even greater measure in this sequel. F2QVOOWM VCORE OI CUMBOOOOVIUHIOOL OC UE GOI IE | k Marie auville, the last dbstacte thie ton Inheritance? point to that find the list of longing to Florence? con ates In the hoo! Don't th stood between them and the Morning» Doesn't_everythin) lusion? Didnt ke be~ facts prove hat the letters were communt., cated by Florence? “Thoxe letters rand as well fect things? Marie, but He no Vlorence hi the woma longer who wil ine Gaston Sanat Hut how does that afa:. loves And sana complica, bis ei ae by hin side and beneft by his fortumes And that is why she wanted to ktil me, the interloper whose insight ela dread And loathes me” she bates me and To the hum of the engine and the sighing of the which bent at the a ach, he pured herent words, The two lovers clasped in each arma made him ery aloud with tisy, He wanted to be down, incge® wileotion of theg other # Joatets revenme:| For the firat timo in his life, the fong Ing, the feverish craving to ki emt his brain boiling. “Hang it allt’ “rh neine’s misfiring! Mazeroux “What, Ch 1 was Mazel her exclaimed he growled anddeni¢ roux! f! Did you know that Mazeroux, emerging from the shadow in whieh hidden: You jackass! To you think hy hu thi the first idiot who comes along of hang on to the footboard of my without my knowing it? You must be feeling comfortable down there!” rf m suffering shivering with cold “That's right; it'll teach you. agonies, “At the grocer’s, “At a thief's, vou mean and I'm ‘Tell buy your patrol?” It's muck, The plugs are cetting sooted pee ag re you sure?’ fool The motor, Indeed, shemed to hesitate became normal again. Don n't you heur the misfring, you? at moments Then everything - forced the pace. Going downnilt Huet appoared to be hurling themaelvesd! into apace. out, usual. But nothi Tate's ardor se ldietiin here was more misfiring, hesitations, followed by effo! thoug the engine was pluckily strie- And then sud ing to do tts duty. One of the lam: ta The'other was not as hight nat Donyy tresh : LJ denly came the final failure, a dead” sign at the side of the road, a stupid down, ‘onfound it toared Don Lats “Wa're, stuck! GWo'rg, stuck! On, thie ie the laaty “Come, Chief, we'll put it And we'll pick up Sauverand at instead of Chartres, that's all.” right, Paria “You infernal asa! The repairs wit take an hou down again. they've foisted on you country stretched around to ehdless distapcos, wit! Mghts than the ctars” hat the darkness of the sky. Don Luis wae stamping with Ho would have liked to kick the motor And then she'll, break It's not petrol’ it's Ath ask that riddle@ ° to pleces. He would have Iiked-——, It was Maseroux who “caught tt." in the hapless sergeant’s own Don Luis took him by the shoulders! shook him, loaded him with f and abuse and, finally, feninee the renaaiee bank and ing him ere, said, in a brol of mingled hatred and sorrow’ Push him a held - voles “It's she, do you hear, Mazerour? It's Sauverand's companion who hee done everything. I'm telling you now, because I'm afraid of relenting. Yes, Tam a weak coward. She has ee grave face, with the eyes of a But it's she, Mazeroux. She lives in my house. jlorence ‘You't i arrest. her, won't you? IT might not be able Remember her name: to. My courage fatls me when I look at her. The fact is that I have loved ode $ “There hat been other women—but no, those were fleeting fancies—not even that T don't even remember the past! Whereas Florence—-! You must arrest her, Mazeroux. You muat » deliver mo from her eyes. They into me like poison, Tf you don’ "t de- liver me I @hall kill her, or else thay will kill me—o-—— Oh, T all the wild ¢ don't ideas that are driving me “You see, there's another man,” he explained she loves. Oh, the infamous “There's Sauverand, whom, pair! They have killed Fauville and the and old Langernault and those two tn the barn and others besides: Cosmo Mornington, Verot and ore , ¢) still. They are monsters, she m all And if you saw her e; tome, Chief,” said the sergeant, hetping him up. nonsense, Trouble with women had it like everybody else Mazeroux turned out badly herself. his is all stuff and I've May He led Don Luis gently to the car and settled him on the front seat. “Take a rest, Chief. [t's not egld and there are plenty of far first peasant that comes along at break, I'l send hin to the ne for what we want—and for fo for I'm starving ome right: it always doos women, All you have to d kick them out of your lite when they ipa you and themselves . Tt was late in the morning Perenna woke. The» xo@pt iricks when Mazeroux had had to walt tilt T o'clock before he could hajh., a cyclist on his way to Chartres. They made a start at 9 o'clock Luis had reco He turned to his sergeant “I said a lot last night that not mean to say, However, £ vegret it. Yes, it is my duty everything to save Mme. to catch the real culprit. Oni; task falls upon myself; and I a This ev Fiorence Levasseur shall sleep in that I shan’t fail in i lockup (To Be Continued.) Fauviile a . Dow? all his coolnesae> I ai don’t to ae yy