The gazette-times. [volume] (Heppner, Or.) 1912-1925, 1915-02-19
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The Secret Of the Night - By CASTOR Leroux
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grand salon and saw the reporter just
as he came out Of the sitting room.
Where were your" she inquired.
THE sitting room is certainly charm
ing. and decorated 'exquisitely." COM
plimented Rouletabille. 1t seems al
most q boudoM."
TT does serve as a boudoir for my
step daughter, whose bedroom opens
directly from 1t; you see the door there.
1t is simply for the present that the
luncheon table is set there, because for
some time the police have pre-empted
the veranda."
'Is your dog a watchdog, madame%
asked Rouletabille caressing the beast,
which had followed him.
"Khor is faithful and had guarded
US well hitherto"
He sleeps now, then?"
Yes. Koupriane has him shut in the
lodge to keep him from barking nights.
Koupriane fears that II he is out he
win devour one Of the police who watch
In the garden at night. l wanted him
to sleep in the house or by his masters
door, or even at the foot of the bed, but
Koupriane said, No, no; no dog. Don't
rely on the dog. Nothing Is more dan
gerous than to rely on the dog Since
then he has kept Khor locked UP at
night. But / do not understand Kou-
priane's idea"
Monsieur Koupriane is right" said
the reporter. Dogs are useful only
against strangers"
Oh gasped the poor woman. drop
ping her eyes. "Koupriane certainly
knows his business, he thinks of every
thing"
Come" she added rapidly, as though
to hide her dsquiet, do not go out Ike
that without letting me know. They
want you in the dining-room
Il must have you tell me right now
about this attempt.
In the dining-room in the dining
room. In spite of myself, she said in
a low voice, 1T Is stronger than l am.
am not able TO leave the general by
himself while he Is nthe ground
floor"
She drew Rouletabille into the din
ing room, where the gentlemen were
now telling odd stories OF street rob-
berries amid loud laughter Natacha was
still talking with Michael Korsaoff;
Boris, whose eyes never Quilted them,
was as pale as the wax on his guzla,
which he ratified violently from time to
time Matrena made Rouletabille sit
in a corner of the sofa, near by, and,
counting on her fingers like careful
housewife who does not wish to over
look anything in her domestic calcula-
tions. she said:
There have been three attempts; the
first two in Moscow. The first hap
pened very simply. The general knew
he had been condemned to death They
had delivered to him at the palace in
the afternoon the revolutionary poster
which proclaimed his intended fate to
the whole city and country. So Feodor,
who was Just about to ride into the
city, dismissed his escort. He ordered
horses put to sleigh. trembled and
asked what he was going to do He
said he was going to drive quietly
through all parts Of the city, in order
to show the Muscovites that governor
appointed according to law by the
Little Father and who had in his con-
science only the sense that he had done
his full duty was not to be intimidated
1t was nearly 4 o'clock. toward the end
of a Winter day that had been clear
and bright, but very cold. | wrapped
myself in my furs and took my seat be-
side him, and he said, This Is fine
MdlieHd, ,His VIII nave great cliect
on these imbeciles. So We started. At
first we drove along the Naberinaia.
The sleigh glided like the wind. The
general hit the driver heavy blow in
the back, crying. Slower, fool; they
will think We are afraid and so the
horses were almost walking when, pass
ing behind the Church OF Protection and
Intercession, we reached the Place
Rouge Until then the few passers-by
had looked at US, and as they recog-
nized him, hurried along to keep him in
view At the Place Rouge there was
only a little knot of women kneeling