Bogalusa enterprise. [volume] (Bogalusa, La.) 1914-1918, 1915-10-07

lean bent over, making such search
as he could Of the silent evidence OF
the crime. 1t seemed to him almost
certain that he had seen this man
somewhere, but he could not be sure.
He stopped, hesitated, and then swift
ly sprang aside and sought conceal
ment behind the hangings Of the room.
He was sure that be had heard some
one move in the rear room Of the
apartments.
He had no more than concealed him
self before he had full evidence OF
the justice of his suspicion. He heard
a rustling behind the curtained door,
heard the slight shutting Of q step.
and saw emerge from the concealing
curtains a face which he knew we'll
enough; he could not mistake that
cunning, ratlike chin, the shifting
eyes, the almost silent football which
carried him forward. Yes, Roleau
knew him, knew him we'll enough. He
had met him not so long before IN
combat at the lodge Of Count Sachio',
had saved the life Of her excellency
from this very man. He had fought
him again in his own den In the slums
Of Gretzhoffen here. Yes, 1t was Blake.
the renegade king Of tho apaches.
He stopped over the body and knelt
by its side, thrust q hand into the
pockets Of the coat, and at length
drew out q folded paper. which he hur.
riedly crowded into his own pocket.
Then he was about to arise, but a.
that instant he felt the tigerlike
weight Of the giant Roleau upon bio
own back. A hand caught his arm.
back Of his. crowded It up toward the
back Of his neck, strained 1t into .
position of excruciating pain. An arm
came around bis neck, choking him.
He was helpless.
Get up" said Roleau. st length
grimly. 81 know you. So. you did,
this? Come along with me-"
Now it was this strange apparitton,l
Of Roleau marching his prisoner be-
fore him, which gave pause to the
procession Of the law as 1t advanced.
toward the scene Of the crime. The
project Of the city, his officers, Count
Frederick, Count Sachio, Kitty Gray,
all these others, paused now.
What is that" demanded the pre-
feet imperatively. "Who are you, and
what do you do with this man."
HE is the guilty man, excellency,"
said Roleau stoutly. q took him but
Just now In our apartments. He was
bending over the dead man there
when i saw him. sprang upon him
and took him, as you see. l know this
man we'll enough. He Is a robber and
q chief Of robbers; he is the leader OF
the apaches Of this city,
What you say may be true" said
the project, as he cast swift glance
at the prisoner; "but we can Jump q
no conclusions. Retain him. retain
them both"
DO you know this man, he De
manded of the clerk.
But the latter shook his head. u
never saw him." said he. But Oh
these things rouse additional suspi
cion Of this young woman. She is toe
mysterious; she has too many strange
friends. tell you, monsieur lie pre-
feet, she is the one who knows oil
about this! She knows the victim
whoever he may have been. Depend
on that"
The project, had he made like cues
ton Of Count Frederick or Of Kitty
herself, might have heard that they
both had seen before now this latest
addition to the list Of captives. But
that official, for the time, was engaged
in larger matters.
"There is truth in what you say
he assented to the last remark Of thu