Daily Arizona silver belt., 1909-01-22

on. go on. but don't make any noise" I pinched him and shook him until he was able to stand up. We were saved! "They sent me to sleep" he said. "Ah, l passed an awful quarter of an hour before giving way. But 1t Is over now. Don't leave me-
 He had no sooner uttered those words than we were thrilled by frightfui cry that rang through the chateau. veritsbie death cry.
 ~Ma.beur! roared Rouletabille. we shall ie too late"
 He tried to rush to the door, but he was too dazed and fell against the wall. l was already in the gallery. re- volyer in hand. rushing like mad man toward Mile. Stangersons room. The moment I arrived at the intersec- ton of the "ofr turning" gallery and the fright" gallery 1 saw q figure leaving her apartment, which in q few strides had reached the landing place.
 I was not master of myself. I fired. The report from the revolver made a
  his flight down the stairs. ran be- hind him, shouting: "Stop! Stop, or will kIIl your As rushed after him down the stairs came face to face with Arthur Rance coming from the left wing of the chateau. yelling: What is Itg What Is itY" We ar- rived almost at the same time at the foot of the staircase The window of the vestibule was open. We distinctly saw the form of a man running away. Instinctively We fired our revoivers in his direction. He was not more than ten paces in front of us. He stag gered, and we thought he was going to fall. We had sprung out of the win dow, but the man dashed of with re- newed vIgor. was in my socks, and the American was barefooted. There being no hope of overtaking him, we fired our last cartridges at him. But he still kept on running. going along the right side of the court toward the end of the right wing of the chateau. which had no other outlet than the door of the little chamber occupied by the forest keeper.
 The man, though he was evidently wounded by our bullets. was now twenty yards ahead of us Suddenly. behind us. and above our heads. a win dow in the gallery opened and we | heard the voice of Rouletabille crying out desperately:
 Fire. Bernier! Firer' | At that moment the clear moonlight night was further lit by broad flash. By it's light we saw Daddy Bernier with his gun on the threshold of the donjon door.
 He had taken good aim. The shadow fell. But as it had reached the end Of the right wing of the chateau, 1t fell on the other side of the angle of the buildIng-that is to say. we saw 1t about to fall, but not the actual sink. ing to the ground. Bernier. Arthur | Rance and myself reached the other side twenty seconds later. The shadow was lying dead at our feet. l Aroused from his lethargy by the cries and reports. Larsan opened the | window of his chamber and called out to us. Rouletabille. quite awake now Joined us at the same moment, and cried out to him:
 He Is dead-is dead!"
 "So much the better" he said. Take | him into the vestibule of the chateau Then as If on second thought. he said ] "No--no. Let us put him in his own room"
 Rouletabille knocked at the door Nobody answered. Naturally, this did not surprise me.
 He is evidently not there. otherwise he would have come out" said the re porter. Let us carry him to the yes tibule then"
 Since reaching the dead shadow, thick cloud had covered the moon ans darkened the night. so that we were unable to make out the features. Dad dy Jacques, who had now joined us helped us to carry the body into thu vestibule, where we laid it down oI the lower step of the stairs. On thu way. had felt my hands wet iron the warm blood flowing from th' wounds.
 Daddy Jacques flew to the kitchel and returned with lantern. He hell it close to the face of the dead shad ow. and we recognized the keeper. tn man called by the landlord of tn Donjon inn the Green Man, whom al hour earlier I had seen come out O Arthur Rance's chamber carrying
 parcel But what l had seen l coul only tell Rouletabille later when " were alone.
 Rouletabille and Frederic Larsan e, perienced cruel disappointment at tn result of the nights adventure. The could only look in consternation an stupefaction at the body of the Gree
 Man.
 Daddy Jacques showed a stupidi sorrowful face and with silly lamenti