The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1912-05-19
GORDON. AND NOT DOMINGUEZ

thing Ike-like that. And the man
the man l talked TO, he ls-he is-my
friend''
"Tell me his name.'
She wrung her hands and did not
answer.
''Do you refuse to reply?" [ asked
sternly.
After long pause she broke out
afresh:
"Why do you ask me thiS7 Ny
friend is an honest mana gentle
man, If you hurt hair of his head the
day Will come when you viii repent
it. / ami am an ouJcast, but there
are things which even Il stray sheep
like me can say to the chief OF po-
lice!'' And she looked me straight in
the face
|'If your friend is a gentleman"
said, "and his conscience is clear, you
are compromising him by reason Of
your reticence. Cannot you see
this ~
She reflected a moment, and, wiping
her eyes, exclaimed:
'You are right. 1 am foolish. Things
must take their course. His name Is
Charbonnel,
~ must see him at once, I insist
ed. HWhere can I find him3 And, be
careful, don't try to trick, me-"
fWait here; he will be back in half
an hour
L took a chair. She called out to
Madame Zaza that she was engaged
with Monsieur Goron, and sat down,
staring vacautly at the wall opposite.
Then, after a while, a man voice
from the back called, "Lucie'
She turned toward me,
'fThere he is. See him yourself, but
remember my words
| went to the back and there be-
fore me stood a tall man of about
thirty-fiye, answering In every de-
scription my missing number five. For
few seconds we looked at each
other.
"M. Charbonncla" I asked. He
nodded.
~ am NJ Goron, and you will oblige
me by coming to my office. [ want to
speak to you.'
lie bowed assent.
/ hailed a passing cab, and without
having exchanged a word on the way,
we arrived at the prefecture,
The more ] watched the man the
moro I felt impressed with his ap-
pearance. The grave eyes, the aqui-
line nose, the energetic mouth, be.
tokened strength and will power
looked at his broad chest at his
hands, and then all of a sudden I ex-
perienced the same kind of shock L
felt when / discovered the stains on
Domin guez's piano, for on the tip of
his right hand middle finger | saw
small piece Of sticking plaster. No
doubt was possible The burglar sat
there. within a yard OF me-
l purposely kept nv eyes fixed upon
the bit Of plaster, and involuntarily lie
followed my glance.
cit is a nasty spot to have cut,
began
"Indeed it is" He smiled family.
You must find it very awkward
when you play the piano, like, for in.
stance. at Monsieur and Madame Do
mingo's soiree'
He gave me a quick look and re-
mained silent
''You were there. were YOU notG''
WI was he said. with a slight
tremor in his voice.
"Bv whom were YOU introduced7
Who took you tbere?'
HNobody took me. ] went there of
my own accord. -
"Without au invitation7'
Without an invitation.' He spoke
like one In trance
What was your object in going to
the house7'
No answer, but saw the perspira-
tion break ont on his brow
"Perhaps YOU will tell me what YOU
did upstairs in the dressing room7''
"Mercy,' he groaned, and buried his
head i'll his hands.
He had risen from his chair. and
| the expression Of anguish on his face
was painful to watch.
"M. Goron,' he exclaimed, .'I know
what Is in your mindl But, as stand