The Lexington intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1901-1949, 1913-11-28
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uniform. He's n Of them. Scarlet,
do you trust him? He has q ride"
yes, yes" / said, i~mpatiently.
Come on. mani It's ell right; the
fellow is watching Buckhurst for me"
/ greeted the poRcher frankly, offer
ing my hand; he took il. then his hard
hst fell away and he touched his cap.
q have done what you wanted" nc
said, ~sullenly. q have the company's
rolls-here they are" He dragged
from his baggy trousers pockets a
mass OF filthy papers, closely covered
with smeared writing, Here Is the
money, too" he said, fishing in the
other pocket; and, TO my astonish-
ment, he produced a fiattened, roIled
mass Of bank notes. Count It," he
! added, calmly.
What money is thatY" / asked, talk
ing It reluctantly.
Didn't you warn me to get that box
the steel box that Tric-Trac sat
down on when he saw me2g
rs that money from the box?p /
exclaimed.
yes, m'sieu. ! could not bring the
box, and there had been enough blood
shed over it already. Besides, when
Buckhurst broke it open there was
only a BIT Of iron for the scrap heap
left"
touched Speeds arm to call his at
tention; the poacher shrugged his
shoulders and continued: "Tric-Trac
made no ceremony with me; he told
me that be and Buckhurst had settled
this Doctor belmont. and the other
the professor-Tavernier,"
Murdered them?" muttered Speed.
Damel-the coup du Pere Francois
is murder, ! suppose"
Speed turned to me. That's the ar.
got for %strangling," he said. grimly.
Go on" I motioned to the poacher.
How did you get the money!"
"Oh, pour cain my turn l turned
sonneur," he replied. With a savage
smile.
A sonneur, in thieves slang, Is a
creature Of the footpad type who, trip
ping his victim fiat, celzes him by the
shoulders and beats his head against
the pavement until he renders him un-
co~nscious-if he doesn't kill him.
asked the poacheF why Buckhurst
had come to Paradise, and why his
banditti had seized the railroad at
Rose-Sainte-Anne
"Ah." DRIED the Lizard, with a Zero
cious leer, that Is the kernel under
the llmpet's tentl And l have uncov-
cred It'll. Robert Garenne, bon sang
de Jesul Listen, messieursi We are
to wreck the train for Brest tonight
Do you comprehend"
"Where?" ! asked, quietly.
Jus. where the trestle at LAmme-
rim crosses the ravine below the house
Of Josephine Tanguy."
Speed looked around at me. TITS
the t~reasure-traln from Loriant
They're probably sending the crown
diamonds back to Brest In view OF the
Uhlans being seen near Quimper."
"On & false orderT"
THAT is the truth" said the Lizard;
~Tric-Trac told me. They have the
code book of Mornac."
thought quietly for a moment, ther
asked the poacher whether there wal
a guard at the semaphore OF Saint
Yssel.
Eyes. the soldier ROLAND, who says
he understands the telegraph so
from Morlaix." He hesitated an,
looked cross the open moor towart
Paradise. II must 60" he muttered,
Il am on guard yonder."
! offered him my hand again; b.
took it. looking me sincerely in the
eyeB.
Let your private wrongs wait q 1T
tie longer" l said. II think we car
catch Buckhurst and Mornac alive"
For your sake" said the poacher
olutching my hand In q Tightening
grip-"tor your sake l have let Nor
mac go-let him pass me at armt
length. and did not strike. But
swear to you that II you miss him THU
time, l shall not miss-I, Robert tn,
LEardl"
. you mean to kill McFnaoH" / asked
. His eyes blazed. His strong finger,
: closed tighter on my hand. DO yor
understand that he wronged meme
the soldier Garenns. in garrison a
4 Vincennes; be. the officer, the artistic
craft"
' He choked, crushing my hand In
spasmodio grip, Ami, the little re-
r deer was beautiful-to me. He tool
/ her-the doe-a silly maid Of Paradis
r and l was in irons. m'sieu. for tire
- yeara."
: Your wifef" | asked, quietly.
I "Yes, ami"
!, He dropped my numbed fingers an
o rubbed his eyes with the back Of hi
big hand.
Then Jacqueline is not your littl
daughter2" l asked, grayely.
"Hers-not mine. That has been tn
e most terrible Of all FOR me-since sh
died-died> 80 young, too. m'sieu-an
n all alone-in Paris. II he had not don
a that-if he had been kind to her. An
she was only a child, ami, yet he LEI
il her"
!. All the ferocity In his eyes wa
q Egone; he raised q vacant, griefline
d visage to meet mine, and stood stupiC