The Washington times., 1912-02-18
By GORON

made Dufreny very thoughtiul Tor
moment, then his eyes frightened. He
had seen those same characters on all
the bronzes of Aslatic origin that were
in Chauffard's library. There was not
the shadow of DOUBT the safe had
belonged to the usurer
Dunfreny looked very satisfied With
himself as he rose to his feet.
1--WE got them at last!' he said.
But what was he TO do with his lnd?
He could not walk through the Bois in
full daylight carrying an iron box, On
the other hand, he did not want to part
with this precious piece OF conviction.
This is a great discovery" he mused
THE crime was committed not far
from here, because this thing Is heavy
and the person who carried 1t must have
wanted to put II down more thaa once.
So why didn't they take the papers
out and throw the box into the Seine,
as they were so near to the water.
,Iomething must have prevented them
| from doing so. Mime. Barnet-Dufour
came to see IL the box was still there,
and she brought the umbrella to help
Dufreny had picked up the handker-
| chief that she had thrown away. He
| noticed that the monogram had been
previously torn Off. -.
This useless precautiorf made him
smile.
| Now, I'm here" he said, "In just
prowl a bit around Chauffard's house,
and then I'll be of to headquarters"
and deposited his find under the seat,
and in a few minutes was at the spot
where the crime had been committed.
Nothing had changed: the shutters OF
den neglected. He walked round the
house and inspected the little door In
] the wall through which the murderers
had escaped with the body OF their VIC
| tim.
ut was throAgh there that they
went" he thought "the footprints were
along here; and the hand that had been
| chopped Off with the hatchet which bore
the same Asiatic characters as on this
Golfer was found here. 1t was a strong
| hand that chopped II of 30 evenly"
| Then In his minds eyes he saw NJ
Barnet-Dufour's large hand, which wal
| always so correctly gloved.
CASTOR walked along the banks of the
Seine, making a sign to his cabby tc
| follow him at a distance. He reached
the spot where Leon Laroche. Adrienne
and Georgette had passed a part OF
| that fatal night.
Some little ragged children were play,
ing near by; some were playing hide
and d-seek, others were sitting down en-
joying quieter games Dufreny looked
! at them absently.
But suddenly he stopped-a little CIR
of about twelve years was looking at 4
| morocco leather notebook. She wa!
| turning over the leaves on which Vari
Gus notes were written. 1t was tn,
VI DOOh Nuat lS ustu ny InSIlDtIl
| of the Bourse
What are you doing there, petit 2
| he asked the child.
II am amusing myself. monsieur,
she replied. Il cant run about lik,
others cause of my leg"
Have YOU hurt it?''
mo. hut l limp. Ny brother hit /
with a stick and broke the bone"
why" said Dufreny, seized with sud
den pity, for the child looked intelli
gent, does your brother beat your"
Yes, and more often than he should
He beat me terribly one day. He tool
mothers money and spent II at tn
cabaret with Gorniche."
child's words. She was quick enougl
to understand that he sympathized wit
her; IT, was so seldom that she coul,
talk to anyone without being teased
My brother won't work: but II
not because he is wicked: It is tha
Gorniche who Is wicked" The litU
, vagabond did not wish to entirely de
preciate her family before a stranger
''Who Is 'Gorniche?"
My stepbrother."
You don't like him."
Like him." said the child. her eye
expressing a generous hatred: he's
, canaille. All, II we could only get ri
of him; but mother is afraid OF him.
And you?"
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