Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1909-01-02

! heard voices say, Professor Stanger-
son and his daughter II was In that
way I learned who It was I was fol-
lowing
''They met NJ Robert Darzac, whom
knew by sight. Professor Stonger-
son, accosted by Mr.. Arthur william
! Rance, one Of the American savants,
seated himself IN the great gallery.
and M. Robert Darzac led Mile Stan
gerson into the conservatory. 1 fol-
lowed. The weather was very mild
that evening. The garden doors we're
open. Mile. Stangerson threw fchu
shawl over her shoulders, and 1 plain
, ly saw that It was she who was beg
ging M. Darzac to go with her into the
garden. l continued to follow, inter
ested by the agitation plainly exhibited
/ by the bearing Of VI Darzae. They
slowly passed along the wall abutting
on the Avenue Marigny. l took the
central alley, walking parallel with
them, and then crossed over for the
purpose Of getting nearer to them.
The night was dark, and the grass
deadened the sound of my steps. They
had stopped under the vacillating light
Of n gas jet and appeared to be both
bending over a paper held by Mile.
Stangerson, reading something which
deeply interested them. / stopped in
the darkness and silence.
Neither of them saw me, and dis
tinctly heard Mile Stangerson repeat
as she was refolding the paper, The
7 I,r - 70,
charm nor the garden its brightness
1t was said in a tone at once hooking
and despairing and was followed by a
burst of such nervous laughter that l
think her words will never cease to
sound in my ears. But another phrase
was uttered by NJ. Robert Darzac,
Must commit a crime, then, to win
your He was In an extraordinarily
agitated state. He took the hand of
Mile. Stangerson and held it for
long time to his lips, and l thought
from the movement Of his shoulders
that be was crying. Then they went
away.
when / returned 10 the great gal
lery," continued Rouletabille, u saw
no more of Nj. Robert Darzac, and 1
was not to see him again until after
the tragedy at the Chandler. Made
mOiselle was near Mr.. Rance. who was
talking with much animation, his eyes
during the conversation glowing with
a singular brightness. Mile. Stanger-
son, thought, was not even listening
to what he was saying, her face ex-
pressing perfect indifference. His
face was the red face of a drunkard.
When M. and Mile. Stangerson left he
went to the bar and remained there.
Joined him and rendered him some lit
tie service in the midst of the press
ing crowd. He thanked me and told
me he was returning to America three
days later-that is to say, on the 26th,
the day after the crime. talked with
him about Philadelphia. He told me
he had lived there for five and TWEEN
ty years and that it was there he had
met the illustrious Professor Stanger-
son and his daughter. He drank a
great deal of champagne, and when I
left him he was very nearly drunk
"Such were my experiences on that
evening, and leave you to imagine
what effect the news Of the attempted
murder of Nile. Stangerson produced
on me--with what force those words
pronounced by M. Robert Darzac,
Must commit a crime, then, to win
your required to me. 1t was not this
phrase, however, that l repeated to
him when we met here at Chandler.
The sentence of the presbytery and the
bright garden sufficed to open the gate
Of the chateau. If you ask me if be-
ieve now that M Darzac IS the muir
derer l must say l do not 1 do not
think ever quite thought that. At the
time l could not really think seriously
of anything, I had so little evidence to
60 on, but needed to have at once the
proof that he had not been wounded in
the hand.
when we were alone together l tolA
him how I had CHANGED to overhear a
part Of his conversation with Mile.
Stangerson in the garden of the Elysee,
and when repeated to him the words,
Must l commit a crime, then, to win
your he was greatly troubled, though
much less so than he had been by hear
ing me repeat the phrase about the
presbytery. What threw him into a
state of real CONSERVATION was to
learn from me that the day on which
he had gone to meet Nile. Stangerson
at the Elysee was the very day on
which she had gone to the postofice
for the letter, 1t was that letter per
haps which ended with the words,
The presbytery has lost nothing of its
charm nor the garden its brightness
My surmise was confirmed by my find
ing, if you remember, in the ashes of
the laboratory the fragment of paper
dated Oct. % The letter had been
written and withdrawn from the post
Office on the same day.
tNrhern can he M hnnhf that ON re-