The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1898-03-01

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happened, the affair."
II know" interrupted the other.
The unknown had not pronounced ter
words in questioning and replying, and
yet Bernardet found two clews simply
insignificant - terrible in reality. 81
know" was the mans reply, in short
tone, as if he wished to push aside, to
thrust away, troublesome thought.
The tone, the sound of the words, had
struck Bernardet, but one word espe-
,ially-the word Monsieur" before Ro.
vere's name. IN. Revere? Why did he
speak to me of M. Rovere?' Bernardet
thought.
1t seemed, then, that he knew the
dead man.
All the people gathered in this little
hall, if asked in regard to this murder,
would have said: "Roverer' 1.-THE Ro-
we're affairp' 1.-The Revere murder!'
Not one who had not known the victim
would have said:
IN. Roverew
The man knew him then. This sim
pie word, in the officers opinion, meant
much.
The manager now announced that,
having becoioe a skeleton, the dear
brother who had lent himself to this ex-
pertinent would return to his natural
state, 'fresher and roster than before
He added pleasantly, "A thing which
does not generally happen to ordinary
skeletons.
This vulgar drollery caused great
laugh, which the audience heartily in.
dulged in. 1t made an outlet for their
pent up feelings and they all felt as if
they had awakened from q nightmare
The man in the sombrero, whose pale
face was paler than before, was the only
one who did not smile. He even frowned
fiercely (noted by Bernardet) when the
added:
"You are not in the habit of seeing a
dead man resuscitated the next day.
Between us, it would keep the world
pretty full
Evidently" thought Bernardet,
"my young gentleman is i'll at ease :"
His only thought was to find out his
name, his personality, to establish his
identity and to learn where he had
spent his life and especially his last
days. But how?
He did not hesitate long. He left the
place, even before the man in the coffin
had reappeared, smiling at the audi
ence. He glided through the crowd.
a,-.lA
rapidly the hall where new
Corners were conversing over their bev-
erages and, stepping out into the street,
looked up and down. A light fog envel-
Oped everything, and the gaslights and
lights in the shop windows showed
yhostly through it. The passersby, the
cabs the tramways, bore spectral
look
What Bernardet was searching for
was policeman. He saw two chatting
together and walking slowly along I'M
Ter the leafiess trees. In three steps, at
each step turning his head to watch the
people coming out of the cabaret, he
reached the men, While speaking to
hem he did not take his eyes from the
loor of that place where he had left the
young man in the gray felt hat.
"Dagonin, he said, "you must fol
ow me, if you please, and pull me in
am going to pick a drunken quarrel
With particular person. Interfere and
arrest US both. Understand
Perfectly" Dagonin replied.
He looked at his comrade, who car
led his hand to his shake and saluted
3ernardet
The little man, who had given his di-
'ections in "a quick tone, was already
ar away He stood near the door of
he cabaret gazing searchingly at each
person who came out. The looks he cast
we're neither direct, menacing nor even
amiliar. He had pulled his hat down
o his eyebrows and he cast side chances
1t the crowd pouring from the door of
he wineshop.
He was astonished that the man in
he sombrero bad not yet appeared
Possibly the man had stopped, on his
way out, in the front hall. CHANGING
through the open door, Barnardet saw
nav lO was iiShu. IiO yOuuS man was
seated at one of those coffin shaped oak
IN tables, with glass of greenish liq-
lor before him. He needs alcohol to
brace him up, growled the officer
The door was shut again.
II can wait till he has finished his
absinth, said Bernardet to himself.
He had not long to wait. After a
small number of persons had left the
place. the door opened and the man in
the gray felt hat appeared. stopped OH
the threshold and, as Bernardet had
done, scanned the horizon and the street.
Bernardet turned his back and seemed
to be walking away from the wineshop,
leaving the man free. With a keen
glance or two over his shoulder toward
him, Bernardet crossed the street and
hurried along at a rapid pace in order to
gain ON the young man and by this
to find himself directly in
front Of the. unknown. The man seemed
to hesitate, walked quickly down the
boulevard q few steps toward the Place
Pigalle, In the direction where Rovere's
apartments were, but suddenly stopped,
turned on his heel, repassed the Cabaret