The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1912-11-29

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knocked It the door.
si'Good morning, M. Ravel, 1 said,
on entering. He rose from the easy
chair in which he was sitting and
glared at me.
81 am M. Goron," 1 continued, "anA
have come to take you back to Paris
on the charge of having broken open
a safe in M. Dominguez's house, and
distracted therefrom valuables of vari-
GUS kinds"
To my surprise, his morose express
sion disappeared, and in an almost
cheerful tone he replied.
Il am glad to have o come. l am
ready to go when you like. The
er | can stand face to face with that
hound and unmask him, the better. L
know shall have to pay a big pen
atty; but my revenge is cheap, even
at the cost of heavy sentence"
What hound?" l asked. ri
"Dominguez! Dominguez!" he shriek.
ed. "Dominguez, the biggest villain I'M
hung! He floored me twice, the Gun.
ming cur; but l have him here, under
L. III
then called up the official from
the Consulate, and in his presence
carefully ~overhauled Ravel's belong.
lngs. At his own request ever
searched his pockets, but discovered
no trace Of anything relative to the
robbery. Fifty thousand francs in bank
notes and gold he carried in a leather
belt. In his hat box were a revol-
yer and a tin Of cartridges. of which I
took possession. r.5r. '
Give yourself no needless trouble.
my dear Monsieur Goron," he laughed:
what you are looking for I left in
farls. Their were other things in
that safe besides trinkets and secur-
tiles, OF which only Dominguez and 7
know anything, and l did not care to
carry them about me. They are in
Parls, he shrieked at the top of his
voice, "and will be produced when I
am confronted with that hound. And
then, Monsieur Goron, you will wit
ness something which even you have
never scent"
he gave an %uncanny chuckle, lit a
cigarette and lapsed into silence.
A large cabin in the steamer Ieav-
ing the next day for Marseilles had
Deer reserved for us, and Ravel came
on board with a jaunty air like a man
oeht on a pleasure trip. | had kept
everything secret, but through some
lndlscretion the passengers knew WHIP
we were, and curious glances followed
us when We set foot on deck.
we had still an hour to wait before
Il1tlng anchor. l therefore left Rayel
IN the cabin in charge of the oficia,
VINO was to accompany me to Mar.
seiiies, and went to ask a few ques.
uons OF the captain. At that mo-
ment a telegraph boy came up short-
ing my name. l opened the wire. II
was from the office. '"Dominguez dis
appeared" Fl No.
L tried to convince myself that the
laconic official telegram meant that
Domlnguez had only absented himself
Tor a while, but something told me
mat with his disappearance the princi.
pal link in that mystery had been sew
cred. ,
however, still had the opportunity
OIL talking the matter over with NV
prisoner, and once under way, | asked
MIN to give me some particulars about
his connection with Dominique re-
Wait till We get to Paris" he cried.
and you will hear all you want to
know-and more"
But suppose Dominguez should have
nave left Paris?" l inquired.
He turned sharply around.
What do you mean?" A..
/ handed him the telegram ami
watched him c~uriously, for | expected
MIN TO fly into a violent rage. Instead
OF this he handed MT the paper back.
and quietly said:
have no fear, he Will re%turn,"
You really don't moan that, Ravel?'
/ do mean it, / tell you"
Half an hour later | saw him in the
cabin writing.
L am already preparing my de.
tense" he said with a sad smile,
l left him alone and went into the
saloon where a lady was singing. II
was a clear night, n the sea was as
calm as a pool.
Their we heard a rush of feet IN
deck, the singer stopped, and in the
stiffness of the night rang the shout:
Man overheard"
felt as IL a cold hand had grasped
my throat. l ran to the cabin. 1t was
empty, We looked everywhere for
Ravel. He was gone.
The steamer at once stopped: two
boats were lowered, but returned aft
er naiI an hours fruitless search. And
we started again, all the passengers
and men having been accounted for
but Ravel.
For a couple of hours | paced the
deck up and down, and then returned
TO my cabin, where not long ago T
mad seen my prisoner writing. On the
table lay a letter in pencil addressed
to me:
Dear NJ. Goron." It said: fate ia
against me. Dominguez. the thief. who
roos even his accomplices. is too clever
Tor ne-and you. l the burp-
larry at Dominguez's house, not so. much
to take back what was rightly nv share
as TO secure a weapon wherewith I coulG
smash him once for all. He has cleared
out. He smelt a rat. NJ. Goron, and /
do not want TO be brought back as a
common burglar, instead OF an acc,Jser
nave failed in this. like In -everythire
else. Good-by.
&c. RAvEL."
And thus, both the robber and the
robbed disappeared. Nothing was
heard of the stolen property. The mys-
terry was never solved. 3