The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1892-09-02

into wine-shop on the other side OF the
street, where he sat drinking and talking
with another blue blouse, Kathleen stood
outside in the dusl-as she had stood out
side many such window in the course OF
her evening wNtches--and studied the mans
face by the light of the tlarng candle, when
stood in front Of him, as he ho5n0bbed win
his friend.
Yes, her patience was rewarded, Ghe had
found hinl-the assassin Of the defenceIeSs.
The man to whom tears and blood had been
as strong wine, for whom rover had meant
the power TO slay and to burn. This bull
dog-viSagcd workman, grooming over his
pipe, talking with b'nt brow and angry
eyes, this was the murderer Of the Dominl-
cans and Of CASTOR Mortemar,
She went slra ght to the office OF the Com
missary of Police of the Quarter de Ia Care;
but by this time it was ten o'clock, and too
late for her to be admitted to an interview
with any of the officials. She was told to
return in the morning, when she could see
the chief officer. She WAS there again when
the Office opened, saw Monsieur GrllicreS,
and told him her story.
The Intelligence was welcome, for Mon
sicur GrIiieres, misled by erroneous infor
nation had already made more than thirty
useless investigations in search Of Serizier
Monsieur GrilliereS started instantly, ac-
cOmpanied by two inspectors; but on arriy-
ing at the Rue Galande he was told that the
Belgian currier had left the night before.
lie and his workmen had moved the stock
in-tlade-some of the things had gone away
in van, some in n truck. The last truck
load had been wheeled away ut midnight.
Where had he gone?
Nobody knew exactly; everybody had
some suggestion to Offer; the ultimate result
of which statements and embellishments,
assertions and contradictions, was that the
Belgian currier had been heard to say that
he was going to establish hanself in the
nelghborhOod Of the markets
'lhither Monsieur GriliCrts started in hot
haste, and searched every shop occupied by
currier, leather-Seller, or morocco manu-
facturer, but to no purpose. lie found no
one resembling Sarizler among the hard
handed sons of labor smelling OF leather.
He began to despair, when towards five
o'clock in the afternoon crossing street
which abuted on the corn-market, he saw a
| van SldluIUS near uuOi-d van luil VI
bundles of leather, dressed skins, and cur
rier's implements. A man was unfolding
the van and carrying the contents into the
house near which the vehicle waited. Grill
Heres went into shop where he saw man
who looked like the proprietor.
"YOu are curricr" said the magistrate.
Eyes, monsieur"
Il am police magistrate, and must beg
you to answer my questions"
Willingly, monsieur"
"How long have you lived in this part OF
the town"
'SinCe last night
"Where were you before?'
"Rue Galande."
GLOW many workmen do you empIoy%
1.-Two; the man who is unloading the van
and who has been with me fourteen years
the other who has been working for me only
a fortnight, and WHO'S now in my workshop
on the third floor of this house."
What is his nance"
"Chaligny."
"lIs name is not Chalgny," answered
Monsieur GrlliereS. "lIe is Seri2irr, and
am here / arrest hi'0.
TO BE CONTINUED