River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1912-07-18

Irebes the prime mover IN TINS t5FIF
bic affair; he no longer entertained
a shred of doubt that his enemy had
travelled with him from Calcutta I'M
der the disguise of DE Hyeres." And
be believed the man had planned this
thing far ahead: else would he have
surely taken some overt step to pre-
vent O'Rourke from delivering the
ruby to Sypher. He OWNED acutely
that, despairing of any further at
tempt to win the jewel from him, Des
Trebes had turned his wits to the task
of stealing it from Sypher: somebody
naturally much less to be feared than
the adventurer.
But on the other hand, If the girl
had not been Des Trebes' assistant
what had become of her? And what
of her guest-the lady one of whose
initials was By
1t was not Inconsistent with Des
Trebes' whole-hearted villainy that he
GENTLY large to overpower and make
away with bodily and in body Miss
Pynsent, her guest and the servants.
Great Cod" cried O'Rourke.
IF it be in truth my wife-!"
Without presage a thin but impera-
tive Naturalization broke upon the
silence of4the house of death. O'Rourke
jumped as if shot. Somewhere in one
of the other rooms a telephone bell
was ringing 1t ceased. leaving
strident stiffness: but before he could
move to find the instrument and an
swer the call, there rose a second time
that moaning sob which first he had
attributed to an impossible source.
then, in the turmoil of his thoughts.
had forgotten.
He waited, listening intently. The
telephone called again and again sub
sided. Then third time he heard the
groan, more faint than before. but suf-
ficiently loud to suggest it's source.
He moved. warily toward the windows
and out upon the veran6a-hounded
by the telephone. But that would
have to wait; here was more ur-
gent matter to his hand. Between the
long, insistent rings the moaning was
again audible; and this time he To-
Gated it accurately. 1t came from the
lawn, near the edge Of the veranda.
He stepped off carefully, but almost
stumbled over the body of man who
lay there. huddled and moaning.
And another!" whispered the adj
venturer, awed. Faith. this Pool OF
| Flame :. y!
He was at once completely Mortified
and utterly dumbfounded Nothing he
had come upon within the bungalow
seemed to indicate that there had been
anything in the nature of struggle
prior to the assassination of Sypher.
| He had up to this moment considered
| it nothing but a cold-blooded and cow
| ardly murder; the man had apparent
| ly been struck down from behind in to-
| tai ignorance of his danger. O'Rourke
had deduced that Sypher had risen
| from the desk to put the jewel in his
safe; and that while he was so en-
gagged the assassin. till then skulking
outside the long windows and waiting
for a moment when his victims back
should be turned, mad entered and
struck. But nuw could he recon
Gle that hypothesis with this man who
lay weltering and at the point OF death
at the veranda edge?
Indeed he could not do so. But
this victim, at least. was not yet dead;
ii he had strength to moan. he might
yet be revived, at least temporarily.
Without delay, then, the Irishman
grasped the man beneath the armpits,
and, lifting him bodily to the veranda,
dragged him into the library Not I'M
til he placed him in the middle of the
floor, beneath the blare of the lamp
light, did O'Rourke have an oppor-
tunity to observe his features. But
now as he dropped to his knees beside
the body, his wondering cry testified
to immediate recognition.
The latest name to be inscribed on
the long and blood-stained death-roll
o. tbs Pool of Flame was that Of Paul
Maurice. Vicomte des Trebes; or. If
there wSYe life enough left in the
man to enable him to insist upon his
nom de guel re (the wanderer reflected
grimly) RaoGs de Hyeres.
What nexs?" wondered O'Rourke.
What can this meaning of it all be
now?"
/rro Dr. T~oN1rTNyTTrNn,