The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1908-10-22

TWO nights OF stairs, followed by MOI
tche and the tall young man who had
arrived in his coupe at a gallop in
order to get the first news of the
murder and make a scoop" for his
paper.
The news had travelled fast and his
paper a sent him in haste to get all
The details Of the affair which could
be obtained.
The three men reached M. Rovere's
door,. Moniche unlocked 1t and stepped
back. Bernardet, with the reporter
at his heels. notebook in hand, entered
h room.
CHAPTER M.
Nothing in the ante-chamber indi-
Gated that a tragedy a taken place
there. There were pictures on the
walls, pieces Of faience, some arms OF
rare kinds. Japanese swords and a
Malay creese. Bernardet glanced al
them as he passed by.
He is in the salon. said the con-
cierge in a low tone.
One of the folding doors stood open,
and, stopping on the threshold in or
der to take in the entire aspect OF the
place, Bernardet a. in the center OF
the room, lying on the DOR in a pool
OF blood. the body OF M. Revere.
clothed in a long, blue dressing gown,
bound at the waist with a heavy cord,
Which lay In coils on the floor, like q
serpent The corpse was extended be-
the two windows which opened
on the Boulevard de Clichy, and Ber-
hardets first thought was that 1t was
a miracle that the victim could have
met his death in such a horrible man
ner two steps from the passersby on
the street.
quickly" thought the police officer.
He advanced softly toward the body.
casting his eye upon the inert mass and
taking in at a glance the smallest OBJ
1ects near it and the most minute de-
tails. He e n over and studied it thor
oughly.
M. Revere seemed living in his tragic
pose. The pale face, with its pointed
and well trimmed gray beard, expressed
IN It's fierce immobiltty a sort Of e
years had evidently died cursing some
one in his supreme agony. The fright
full wound seemed like a large red era
vat, which harmonized strangely with
the half whitened beard, the end OF
which was wet with blood.
But what struck Bernardet above ey-
eryth1ng else, arrested his attention and
glued him to the spot was the look, the
extraordinary expression in the eyes.
The mouth was open as if to cry out:
the eyes seemed to menace some one.
and the lips about to speak.
They were frightful. Those tragic
eyes were wide open, as if transfixed by
fear or fury.
LIZ oSSiilCu. IdllOIIllGSS. staring.
ready to start from their sockets. The
eyebrows above them We're black and
br1sting. They seemed living eyes In
that dead face. They told Of a final
Of some atrocious duel OF looks
and Of words. They appeared. in their
ferocious ~immobility, as when they
gazed upon h murderer. eye to eve.
face to face.
Bernardet looked at the hands.
Ihey were contracted and seemed. In
| some OhSftnGfa ncicton 40 70 I~.rz 49,
to the neck or the clothing Of the as
sassin.
There ought to be blood under the
nails, since he made a struggle" said
3ernardet, thinking aloud.
And Paul Rodier, the reporter. h,,r-
riedly wrote. There was blood under
the nails"
Bernardet returned again and again
&C me eyes-those wide open eyes,
rightly terrible eyes, which. In their
fierce depths. retained without doubt
the image or phantom of some night
mare Of death.
He touched h dead mans hand. The
nesn had become cold, and rigor mortis
was beginning to set in.
The reporter saw the little man +,L.
from his pocket a sort Of rusty silver
ribbo and unroll it and heard him ask
Moniche to take hold of one end of #
Ihis ribbon OF thread looked to Paul
pared his kodak. -
Above everything else" rmu
Bernardet. 'let US preserve the express
scion Of those eyes"
Close the shutters. The darkness
Will be more complete"
The reporter assisted Moniche in or
Ger TO hasten the work. The shutters
closed, the room was quite dark Rern-
began his task. Counting off a
rev steps he selected the best place
from which to take the picture.
BE kind enough to LIGHT Tho a,5 -
the magnesium wire,' he said to the
concierge. Have you any matches"
mo, M. Bernardo"
me police officer indicated by a sign
OF the head a match safe which he had
noticed on entering the room.
Their are some there"
,Bernardet had with one sweeping
glance of the y taken in everything
moved from their places; the pictures
hanging on the walls, the mirrors. the
bookcases, the cabinets, etc.
Monfche went to the mantlepiece and
R Ioox q m hims from the box. It was NJ.
by which a picture OF his own hedy
was taken. 10y
We could obtain no picture in this
DON without the magnesium wire"
shaa ane agen. as calm while taking a
OF the murdered ma as he
mad beer a short time ago in his gar
den. The light is insufficient. When
! say, 'Go!' Moniche, you must light
the wire. and I will AXE three or four
negatives. Do you understand? stand
there to my left. Now. Attention."
Bernardet took his position. and the
porter stood ready, match and wire IN
hand like a gunner who awaits the or
der to fire. -
CO." said the agent.
rapid, clear light shot up and sud
denly lighted the room. The pale. face
seemed liv1d. the various objects in the
room took on a fantastic appearance in
this sort Of tempestuous a%potheosis. and
Paul Rodier hastily inscribed on his
writing pad, picturesque, bizarre. mar.
Vicious. deviltsh, suggestive"
nardet. Del
For the third time in this weird
light the visage OF the dead man an.
peared whittier. more sinister, frightful,
the wound deeper. the cash redder, and
the ayes. those wide open, fixed, tragic,
menacing, speaking eyes-eyes filed
with scorn. with hate. with terror,
With the ferocious resistance Of a last
struggle for life. immovable, elouuent
seemed under the fantastic light to