Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1899-01-19

In deep thought The police officer stud
led him from corner of his eve. His
wrinkled face was intelligent and bore
an expression of WEAKNESS, but there
was something hard about the set of the
mouth and insolent in the turned up
end of his mustache.
AS they approached tho cemetery at
Montmartro--tho journey was not a
long one i'll which to make conversation
-Bernardet vcnturcd decisive qucs-
ton, Did you know NJ. Revere very
well?"
The other replied, Every we'll.
And whom do you think could have
had any interest in this matter?' The
question was brusquc and cut like II
knife. Jacques Dantin hesitated in his
reply, looking koenly as they walked
along at this little man with his smil-
ing aspect, whose name he did not know
and VINO had questioned him.
1T Is because L have Il great interest
In at once commencing my researches, "
said Bernardct measuring his words in
order to motto the effect which they
would produce on this unknown man.
II am police detective"
Oh! This time Bornardet saw Dantin
shiver There was no doubt Of it. This
close contact with police officer trou-
bled him, and he turned pale and u
quick spasm passed over his face. His
anxious eyes searched Bernardets face
but, content with stealing an occasional
glance of examination toward his neigh
Dor, tho little man walked along with
eyes cast toward the ground. He stud
led Jacques Dantin in sudden, quick
turns of the eye.
The car advanced slowly, turned tho
corner Of the boulevard and passed into
the narrow avenue which led to Gods
Acre, The arch of tho iron bridge led
to tho Campo Santo, like viaduct Of
living beings, over to tho land of sleep.
for it was packed with curious crowd.
1t was a scene for q melodrama. the
cOrtege and the funeral car covered
with wreaths. Bornardet, still walking
by Dantin's side, continued to question
him. The agent noticed that these ques-
tons seemed to embarrass NJ. Rovere's
pretended friend.
us it long time since M. Revere
and Jacques Dantin have known each
other?"
1--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 Nine Moniche?''
"The concierge of the house and
sort of housekeeper for NJ Revere. "
"Ah! Yes" 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 tho tragic scene when the por-
tress, suddenly entering NJ. Rovore'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
enemios:" asked the police agent, with
deliberate calculation.
'No,' Dantin sharply replied with
out hesitation. Bernardet waited a mo-
ment Then in firm voice he said, IN.
Ginory will no doubt count IL good deal
on you i'll order to bring about the ar
rest of the assassin -
IN, Ginory?'
1.-The examining magistrate"
Then he will have to make haste
with his investigation, Jacques Dan
tin replied. Il shall soon be obliged to
leave Paris" This reply astonished
Bernardet This departure, of which
the motive was probably a simple one,
seemed to him strange under the tragic
circumstances. NJ 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 mt
the disposition of the examining mag
istrate.
Tho misfortune is that l can tell
nothing, as | know nothing. / do not
even suspect who could have any inter
est in killing that unfortunate man. A
professional criminal, without doubt.
Il do not believe so. -
The cortegc had now reached one of
the side avenues. \ white fog enveloped
everything, and the marble tomhs shone
ghostly through it. The spot chosen by
Nj. Revere himself was at the end of the
Avenue de Ia Cloche. The car slowly
rolled toward the open grave. Nine
Monlche, overcome with grief, staggered
as she walked along, but her husband
the tailor, seemed to be equal to the &C.
casion and his role. They both assumed |
different exp essions 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 |
Tor a moment, but the officer was per
fectly satisfied. Standing on the other
side of the grave, face to face with him,
was Dantin. \ row of the most curious
had pushed in ahead of Bcrnardet, but |
Ill this way he could better see Dantin's
face and not miss the culver Of a mus.
Gle. He stood on tiptoe and peered this
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, i'll 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
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