Daily Arizona silver belt., 1909-01-02

cry of the Bete du Bon Dieu outside, and yet she was on my knees and did not new once, I swear. crossed my self when I heard that, as If I had heard the devil"
 I looked at the keeper when he put the last question, and I am much mistaken If did not detect an evil smile on his lips. At that moment the noise of loud quarreling reached us. We even thought we heard a dull sound of blows, as if some one was being beaten. The Green Man quickly rose and hurried to the door by the side of the fireplace, but it was opened by the landlord. who appeared and said to the keeper:
 Don't alarm yourself, monsieur. It is my wife She has the toothache" !" And he laughed. Here, Mother Ange- noux: here are some scraps for your cat"
 He held out packet to the old wo- man, who took 1t eagerly and went out of the door. closely followed by her cat.
 '"Then you won't serve me-" asked the Green Man.
 Daddy Mathieu's face was placid and no longer retained it's expression of hatred
 i've nothing for you--nothing for you. Take yourself off"
 The Green Man quietly refilled his pipe, lit 1t, bowed to us and went out. No sooner was he over the threshold than Daddy Mathieu slammed the door after him, and. turning toward us, with eyes bloodshot and frothing at the mouth, he hissed to us, shaking his clinched fist at the door he had just shut on the man he evidently hated:
 T don't know who you are who tell me We shall have to eat red meat now but if 1t win interest you to know it-that man is the murdererr'
 With which words Daddy Mathieu immediately left us. Rouletabille re- turned toward the fireplace and said:
 Now we'll grill our steak. How do you like the cider? It's a little tart. but I like it.
 We saw no more of Daddy Mathieu that day, and absolute silence reigned in the inn when we left 1t after plac- ing 5 francs on the table in payment for our feast.
 Rouletabille at once set of on a three mile walk around Professor Stangerson's estate. He halted for some ten minutes at the corner of q narrow road black with soot near to some charcoal burners huts in the forest of St Genevieve. which touches on the road from Epinay to Cor bell, to tell me that the murderer had certainly passed that way before entering the grounds and concealing himself in the little clump of trees.
 You don't think, then, that the keeper knows anything of it?' asked
 We shall see that later," he replied. "For the present I'm not interested in what the landlord said about the man. The landlord hates him. I didn't take you to breakfast at the Donjon inn for the sake of the Green Man
 Then Rouletabille, with great pre- caution, glided, followed by me, to- ward the little building which. stand ing near the park gate. served for the home of the concierges who had been arrested that morning. With the skin of ah acrobat he got into the lodge by an upper window which had been left open and returned ten minutes later. He said only ''Ahr' a word which in his mouth signiiied many things.
 We were about to take the road lead Ing to the chateau when considerable stir at the park gate attracted our at- tention. 4 carriage had arrived, and some people had come from the cha teau to meet it. Rouletabille pointed out to me a gentleman who descended from 1t.
 That's the chief of the Paris po- lice" he said. Now we shall see what Frederic Larsan has up his sleeve and whether he Is so much clev- erer than anybody else"
 The carriage of the chief was follow ed by three other vehicles containing reporters, who were also desirous of the park. But two gendarmes stationed at the gate had evidently received orders to refuse admission to anybody. The chief of police calmed their impatience by undertaking to furnish to the press that evening all the information he could give that would not interfere with the judicial Inquiry.