The evening world., 1914-02-09

hanging had been preceded by Q ter
rible stranglins. and all 20 suddenly
that tho unfortunate man had no time
to say OH"
"Ah. WELT" said Blondei. with a Jerk
OF the head. Men who are tired Of
life have more than one trick In their
bag. What about Camus?"
THE same story. lie. too, heard
means In the middle OF the night and
recognized Zoe's voice.
He took weapon. opened the door
and. like the other. saw nothing n all
and heard nothing moro.
well. the next morning the assist
ant. on returning to the shop. uttered q
piercing cry. His master was hanging
from the iron bar. fastened to the cell
Ing. that holds tho yard-measure with
which he used to measure the cloth for
his customers: People said: The
Vautrins! The Vautrins!'
well, they, themselves. took little
Zoe to the examining Magistrate and
she had no difnculty In proving that
she was far from the spot Of the muir
der at the time when II was committed,
and that somebody must have initiated
her voice"
"Listen!" said Patr1ce.
The means had begun onoe more.
The three men were all standing up
Patrice totteYed on his limp legs ana
nearly dropped when no distinctly,
most distinctly. heard tho fatal phrase:
1T. me. Zoe. Pity in the mans
house!"
Roubion. with his hand ciutching his
revolver. turned a. white a. Q sheet.
Blondel said, In whisper:
That's Zoe's voice. there's no mis-
take about II. know It,"
And he threw open the door.
This corner Of the Rue Nsuvs was
we'll lit by the light Of the street
lamp. at tho corner Of the Place de Ia
Marie. Nevertheless. Blondel dis.
unguished nothing; and the means had
ceased.
They drank ono last bowl Of steaming
wine. shook hands and wished each
other goodnight. Patrice tried to make
some excuse for himself--could not fnd
his words-was afraid Of appearing Q
coward. The traveller pushed him along.
Go on. my lad; 70 on!''
Then Blondel climbed on to the bill.
Hard table. mutter1ng:
That's how boys are brought up
nowadays; the parents make school
misses Of thcmr'
When his head was on tho pillow no
1T q cigarette and sent the smoke up to
the ceiling.
Patrice saw him clearly through the
little open door Of the serving hatcf..
The solicitors clerk. on his mattress on
the pantry table. lay 30 that his head
was on the same level A. the head OF
Biondel on the billiard table. And, sud
denly. what Patrice saw through the
little square Of the hatch filied him with
on end on his head.
lie continued merely to see Biondel's
face. but what 4 face! Never was
hdeous terror printed on human coun-
tenance IN features more atrociously
distorted! With his eyes starting from
their sockets. with his mouth open but
incapable OF emitting a sound. with his
whole face dreadfully convulsed, B,on-
del stared ut the ceiling without making
movement.
And all at once the young man saw. in
that little sauare-saw. coming down
from the ceiling. which he could not see
saw two clutching hands under two
shirt cuffs. which made two very clear
white patches In the haif-liIht-raw two
terrible arms which fell upon Blondel.
which clcnched him by the throat. and
which rose to the ceiling holding that
throat captive.
Lifted BY the murderous hands. the
head and then the whole upper part Of
the Douy disappeared from the frame
Of the serving hatch, and next came the
legs. which left the billiard table and
rose, hanging side by side. toward the
ceiling.
on. horror, Oh, horror Oh. to cry
ont! To cry out! Patrce can't-he
can't--because ne Ia too much afraid!
Yes. he's a coward; he's a cowardi
All. 20 move-to run-to fly! Patrice's
leEs are Of lead. OF leadi
All, he succeeds In stretching one OF
them out Of bed! One alone. noiseless.
iy' But what can ne do with only one
leg out Of bed? And he feels that he
will never have the strength to put the
other out. II he could only put the
other out, and run away. run away on
his legs OF lead! But once more. In q
hoarse whisper, over there. from the
ceiling. comes a monstrous chuckis IN
which he distinctly hears his name:
"Patrice"
The other leg has that moment come.
and there he now stands. with his feet
on the floor. on the tiled floor, but his
back glued to his mattress' Yes. his
name, uttered up there from the ceiling
has glued him irremsdiably against the
inprovised bed.
The man on the ceiling evidently
kp0Ws: evidently. absolutely. knows
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