The Farmington times. (Farmington, St. Francois County, Mo.) 1905-1926, 1912-09-12
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He stumbled hurriedly from the
room and down the stairs. returning
to the study 'Shere Sypher's body
lay; tortured by mounting fears, he
stood aud looked blnnkly about him.
at loss where next to turn, II almost
preternaturally alive to every sound
or sight that might afford him clue.
He fought against suspicion
that crawled like a viper In his brain.
Had he. after all. been deceived In
Syphers niece, Miss Pynsent. Had
that innocent charm of hers been a
thing assumed, cloak for criminal du-
plicity? Had she In reality been Dos
Trebes' accomplice7 Had those clear
and limpid eyes OF youth, all through
that voyage been looking forward to
such scene, to such tragic ending
as this? Could she have afforded the
Frenchman the aid he needed IN con.
summate his chosen crime7
For he was now ready to believe Des
Trebes the prime mover in this terri
BILE 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
he believed the man had planned this
thing far ahead; else would he have
surely taken some overt step 10 pre-
vent ORourke 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, II 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 BIZ
II was not Inconsistent with Des
Trebes' whole-hearted villainy that he
should employ gang Of thugs sufii-
cientiy large to overpower and make
away with bodily and In body Miss
Pynsent, her guest and the servants.
Great God!" cried O'Rourke.
III II be In truth my wife,"
Without presage thin but impera-
tive Naturalization broke upon the
silence OF the house of death. O'Rourke
jumped as II shot. Somewhere In one
OF the other rooms 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 q 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 SUI
ficiently loud to suggest It's source.
He moved warily toward the Windows
and out upon the veranda-hounded
by the telephone. But that would
have to walt; here was a more UT
gent matter to his hand. Between the
long, insistent rings the moaning was
again audible: and this time he o
Gated It accurately. 1t came from the
lawn, near the edge OF the veranda
lie stepped off carefully, but almost
stumbled over the body of man who
lay there, huddled and moaning.
And another" whispered tho ad
venturer, awed. Faith, this Pool OF
Flame y!
He was at once completely horrif ed
and utterly dumbfounded. Nothing he
had come upon within the bungalow
seemed to indicate that there had be IN
anything In the nature of a struggle
prior to the assassination OF Sypher. |
tie had up 10 this moment considered
II nothing but 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 hts
safe; and that while he was so en-.
gagged the assassin, till then skulking
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for n moment when his victims back
should be turned, had entered and
struck. But how could he recon.
Gle that hypothesis with this man who
lay weltering and at the point of death
Mt the veranda edge?
Indeed, he could not do SO. But
this victim, at least. was not yet dead;
If he had strength to moan, he might
yet be revived. at least temporarily.
Without delay. then. the Irishman
gresped the man beneath the armpits,
and. lifting him bodily TO the veranda.
dragged him into the library. Not I'M
III he placed him In the middle OF the
floor, beneath the blare of the lamp
light, did oRourke have an oppor.
iunity to observe his features. But
now as he dropped to his knees beside
he body. his wondering cry testified
10 immediate recognition.
The latest name to be inscribed on
The long and blood.stained death-roll
of the Pool Of Flame was that of Paul
Maurice, yicomte des Trebes; or, II
here were life enough left In the
nan to enable him to insist upon bis