The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-12-16
To be ContinIed-)


 I turned and saw Robert Darzac Despite the gloom of the place I saw hat his face was ghastly pale He made me a sign and then said very ,almly and quietly.
 Listen, Sainclairi Bernier told you Ibout our little accident It is not worth mentioning to any one unless some one should speak of it to you. The others perhaps have not heard the Ihot. It would be useless to frighten III these good people. Don't you think 70? Now have a little favor to ask If you 1t is only to persuade Roule- abiIle to go to bed. When he is gone my wife win calm herself and will try D get the rest that she needs Every one If us has need of rest-and silence"
 pressed his hand with a force which lttested my sentiments toward him. I was persuaded that both he and Der der were concesling something from ls-something very grave
 Darzac re-entered his room, and I vent to find Rouletabille in the sitting nom of Old Bob.
 But upon the threshold of the apart nent I jostled against the Lady in Black and her son, who were passing put They were both so silent and wore an expression so unexpected to me. who had overheard their exclama- lions of love and joy only a few mo- nents before, that stood before them without saying word or making a movement The extremity which in Iuced Mime. Darzac to leave RouIeta- bTle so soon under such extraordinary Circumstances as those which had at tended their reunion puzzled me great T. Arathflde pressed a kiss upon the ads forehead and murmured Good nighf. my darling.s- in voice so soft, 70 sweet and at the same time so sol- snn that it seenred to me that it must resemble the leave taking of one who was about to die. Rouletabille with sut answering his mother took my arm and led me out of the tower. He was trembling like leaf
 1t was the Lady in Black herself who closed the door of the square tow r. was sure that something strange was passing within those walls The account of the pistol shot which had been given me satisfied me not at all.
 We were at that moment not far from a window in which light was still burning and which opened upon the sitting room of Old Bob and sloped put upon the sea This window was not closed, and it was this, doubtless. which had permitted us to hear so distinctly in spite of the thickness of the walls of the tower the pistol shot and the cry of agony that had. fol- f<~~-~1 f% u-fo of<rr,n woe r,oSf Hsrf the waters were not yet appeased, and the waves broke on the rocks of the peninsula with violence that would have rendered the approach of any vessel impossible The thought of a vessel crossed my mind. because believed for an instant that could see the shadow of a vessel of some sort appearing or disappearing in the gloom- But what could it be?
 We stood there motionless for more than five minutes before we henrd a sikh-a groan, deep as an expiration, Ike a moan of agony: heavy sob. Ike the last breath of a departing souI-whieh reached our ears from Ehat window and brought the sweat bf terror to our brows- And then nothing morAnothing except the in iermittent sobbfngs of the sea.
 And suddenly the light in the win low went out
 My friend and grasped each others hand as if instinctively commanding each other by this mute communication Do remain motionless and silent. Some one was dying there in that towerl Some one whom they had hidden. Thy7 And who? Some one who was Reither M- Darzac nor Mme Darzac nor Pere Bernier nor Mere Bernier nor almost beyond the shadow of doubt --Old Bob; some one who could not have been in the tower.