The Detroit times., 1909-01-11

who had made me believe he was go
ing to London. stood before me. oh,
II could forget; IL could die"
She threw herself down on the
lounge. burying her face in her hands.
Brachard had grown as cold as ice
and as emotionless as piece OF iron.
He moved slowly toward her.
What's your lovers name?" he de-
manded. quietly.
''Ah. no, no." she cried.
What's his name?" he repeated.
Il won't go as far as that" she
answered, sitting up again.
You needn't" he cried explosively.
Il know. know very well. IT'S
Michel Brazac," naming a man who
Ifrequented the soirees OF the MarQuise
d'Andeline.
She heard the name quite indiffcr-
emily, and he noted her Indifference
eagerly.
Quite likely" she said
1T isn't Michael Brazac." he said.
ldecisively. Wait. / remember now.
lie Beaume, Alphonse lie Beaume.
He's been with you every day"
That's a good idea," she said with
absolute carelessness. moving indif-
ferently away from him. "Alphonss
lie Beaume"
You mean no." her husband said.
Didn't you promise me not to ask
questions?"
Il won't ask any more" Brachard
said. Not another one. For I've got
my man. You needn't speak his name.
| know him. And tomorrow my sec
onds shall see him. Well fight, and
III kill him like rabbit"
Brachard spoke boastingly, watching
his wife narrowly as he spoke. She
suddenly burst out laughing at his last
words.
That's good; you make me laugh at
last" she said
And | was waiting for that laugh"
Brachard said, with sinister emphasis.
ITS such a funny thing to you," he
went on, because you know that II
we fight, your lover and |, II Is he who
will kill me. All, now you don't laugh.
caught, Ell? That laugh of yours played
him nasty trick, your cut-throat, your
duelist. your crack swordsman, Jerome
lie Govain."
He brought out the name OF Govain
with the snarl OF an enraged wolf.
Marie sprang to her feet, drawing
back from him for the first time In
real fear-fear for herself, for him, for
Govain.
1T isn't true" she cried, hurriedly.
you didn't take the trouble to deny
the Others" Brachard cried, bending
toward her. his face worked into the
shape OF grotesque mask. II said
I'd make you tell. You've told me
twice. Twice you've betrayed your
friend"
Have II your own way. then" Marie
said. with a weak assumption OF indif-
ference.
IT'S too late for that" Brachard
sneered. do you think you can catch
me. poor innocent? Stronger than you
have tried and failed. They may de-
ceive me. but they don't get me. It's
who have them"
Brachard's primal passions were
aroused. He was the laborer again,
with muscles aching TO avenge his
wrongs He glared at the woman who
had deceived him, as he trfumphed in
the success OF the strategy by which
he had learned the name OF the man
on whom his vengeance must fall.
Anne-Marie looked at him and saw
again before her the laborer. the man
OF mighty muscles. in whom the most
terrible passions were held In restraint
by an iron will.
"Dockman!" she exclaimed.
"Dockman, II you like" Brachard
cried. but a dockman badly duped.
Badly! Badly duped!"
In the pause that followed he partly
regained his composure I'm a little
tired myself" he said. we both need
rest. You'd better CO."
AT least, thank you for that" Anne.
Marie said, as she started hastily
toward her door.
Brachard again stepped before hen
tContinaed romorrowl