The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1898-02-21

| with wreaths. Bernardet, still walking
by Dantin's side. continued to question
him. The agent noticed that these ques-
tions seemed to embarrass M. Rovere's
pretended friend.
"Is it long time since M. Revere
and Jacques Dantin have known each
other?"
"We have been friends since child
hood"
"And did you see him often?"
"No. Life had separated us.
"Had you seen him recently? Mime.
Moniche said that you had"
"Who is Mime. Moniche?"
"The concierge of the house and q
sort of housekeeper for M. Revere"
"Ahl Yesp' said Jacques Dantin, as
if he had just remembered some forgot
ten sight. Bernardet, by instinct, read
this mans thoughts, saw again with
him also the tragic scene when the por-
tress, suddenly entering M. Rovere's
apartments, had seen him standing face
to face with Dantin in front of the
open safe, with great quantity Of pa
pers spread out.
"Do you believe that he had many
enemies?" asked the police agent, with
deliberate calculation.
"No," Dantin sharply replied with
out hesitation. Bernardet waited mo-
ment. Then in firm voice he said, I'M.
Ginory will no doubt count good deal
ON you in order to bring about the ar
rest of the assassin.
an. Ginory?"
"The examining magistrate.
"Then he will have to make haste
with his investigation, Jacques DAN
tin replied. 81 shall soon be obliged to
leave Paris" This reply astonished
Bernardet. This departure, of which
the motive was probably simple one.
seemed to him strange under the tragic
circumstances. M. Dantin, moreover,
did not hesitate to give him, without
his asking for it, his address, adding
that he would hold himself in readiness
from his return from the cemetery at
the disposition Of the examining mag
istrate.
"The misfortune is that I can tell
nothing, as l know nothing. do not
even suspect who could have any inter-
est in killing that unfortunate man. A
professional criminal, without doubt"
81 do not believe so.''
The cortege had now reached one of
the side avenues. A white fog enveloped
everything, and the marble tombs shone
ghostly through it. The spot chosen by
M. Revere himself was at the end of the
Avenue de la Cloche. The car slowly
rolled toward the open grave. Nine
Moniche, overcome with grief, staggered
as she walked along, but her husband,
the tailor, seemed to be equal to the oc-
casion and his role. They both assumed
different expressions behind their dead,
and Paul Rodier walked along just in
front of them, notebook in hand Ber-
nardet promised himself to keep close
watch of Dantin and see in what man.
ner he carried himself at the tomb A
pressure of the crowd separated them
for moment, but the officer was per-
fectly satisfied. Standing on the other
side of the grave, face to face with him,
was Dantin. A row of the most curious
had pushed in ahead of Bernardet, but
in this way he could better see Dantin's
face and not miss the culver of mus
way and that between the heads and
could thus scrutinize and analyze with
out being perceived himself.
Dantin was standing on the very edge
of the grave. He held himself very up
right, in tense, almost aggressive, way
and looked from time to time into the
grave with an expression Of anger and
almost defiance OF what was he think
ing? In that attitude, which seemed to
be revolt against the destiny which
had come to his friend, Bernardet read
kind of hardening of the will against
an emotion which might become excess
i've and telltale He was not as yet per-
suaded of the outlines of this man,
but he did not find in that expression
of defiance the tenderness which ought
to be shown for friend-a lifelong
friend, as Dantin had said that Revere
was-and, then, the more he examined
him-there, for example, seeing his
dark silhouette clearly defined in front
of the dense white of a neighboring col
umn-the more the aspect of this man
corresponded with that Of the vision
transfxed in the dead mans eye.
Yes, it was the same profile of a
trooper, his hand upon his hip, as if
resting upon a rapier Bernardet blink
ed his eyes in order to better see that
man. He perceived a man who strongly
recalled the vague form found in that
retina, and his conviction came to the
aid of his instinct, gradually increased
and became, little by little, invincible,
irresistible. He repeated the address
which this man had given him,
Jacques Dantin, Rue de Richelieu,
Ia" He would make haste to give
that name to M. Ginory and have CT
tation served upon him. Why should
this Dantin leave Paris? What was his
manner of living, his means of exist
ence? What were the passions, the vices
of the man standing there with the aus
tere mien of Huguenot in front Of
the open grave?