The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1909-01-13

feyered dream. l paused pesloel
the bed and my hands, Drawn
by an irresistible power, giioeo
light as feathers across the Gov
erlid. across a mans sleepihe
form. unto his throat. There they
settled and took hold. l heard
strangled groan. A sudden brignt
light filled the room, and OF
Chas. Venner's livid, outstarins
ewes glared into mine. HIS arms
encircled me. With an almost SUI
nerhuman strength he writhed De-
meath me from the bed, ana we
fell together with run puti
heavy crash upon the floor. WIN
a fierce and terrible satisfaction
watched his face blacken ana
swell, his tongue thicken and pro-
trude from his CHASTITY open
mouth. Before, however, l couio
kill him, a warning step ana
loud cry sounded from the door.
Quick as lightning l sprang
erect and turned. The negro sur
geon, Beudant, Jussieu's compah-
ion, was rushing towards me, an
uplifted bar of iron in his naha
to strike. / eluded him, and,
springing to the fireplace. seized.
a poker. 1 had quite forgotten
my revolver. For a moment we
fenced like swordsmen with our
curious weapons, speaking no
word, but striking heavily and
warding, filling the place with the
loud clang Of steel.
Two men had entered the
room before I ware aware OF IT,,
DIR. Vernet and DIR. Fulton.
Both men were armed with re-
yolyers, which they pointed at my
breast. CHANGING down the muz-
zles of their weapons, l allowed
my weapon to drop. 1t wouid
have been madness to do other
wise.
MY weapon had only to hand
me over to the police as an APP
pretended housebreaker-an at
tempted assassin, and nothing tnat
I might do could save me from
long term of imprisonment. MY
very spine went cold at the idea.
II looked hard at DR.. Fulton, and
saw that he was on the point OF
recognizing me.
"Why, it's Brown. Dagmar's
valet!"
l had an inspiration. Better
any fate" thought I, than a
French prison" !,
Detective Hume, of Scotland
Yard!" I cried. "Dr. Fulton, l
arrest YOU in the kings name.
Better put down that pistol, sir;
your game is up. The street is
| full of my men. And II I do not
go out to them in the next rev
minutes they will come for me-
"Liar!" gasped a choking voice
Sir Chas. venner had spoken. He
had recovered consciousness, and
as he uttered the word he strug-
lgIed to his feet.
Liar YOURSELF" retorted des-
nerately. "If you don't believe
me. look out of the window"
had a wild hope that the
noise of my struggle might have
attracted the attention OF some
chance wayfarers. whom my enc
mics might perhaps mistake for
the police. Sir Charels caught
up q revolver, cooked 1t leisurely,
and pointed It at my head.
"Look out of the window, Full
ton" he said quietly.
DR.. Fulton peered through thel
shutter into the street below.
"There are four men standing
on the pavement looking up at the
top windows" he announced.
Sir Chas. venner nodded. and
for a few seconds stood blinking
his eyes in earnest thought.
"What would you do?" demand
ed DR.. Vernet.
Sir Charles shrugged his shout
ders and cooked his revolver. "Wel
must quit Paris or die in the at
tempt" he replied. "Mr. Hume, III
you wish to live, you will be Sal
lent. Fulton, look out OF the winfI
dows again." II
DR.. Fulton obeyed. ~ can nd
Ion ger see anyone" he reported.
Sir Charles suppressed a cursesl
They must be on the steps, peri
hans entering" he muttered. "Ahs|
Beudant! Thank heavenl BIND
him, Beaudant."
The negro passed q rope aroundI
my arms and In trice ! was SCI
cured. A bell began to tinkle mi
a distant portion of the house. Sirj
Chas. venner started at theI
sound and paused for a moment.I
intantly listening. The bell rangI
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