The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1915-02-18
The Mystery OF
the Boule Cabinet
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URTON E. NSON
Copyright 1878 By Burton e. stevenson
CHAPTER xxv1.
THE FATE OF M. PIGoT.
Copyright 1918, by Burton Il. Stevenson.

| fects of insight and imagination, he
| was energetic enough when Thoroughly
aroused. Almost before the echo Of that
slamming door had died away, he was
beside the sergeant's desk.
| Get out the reserves" he ordered,
''and have the other wagon around.
Phone headquarters to rush every
' man available up to the Day and Night
/ bank and say it's from mel"
He stood chewing his cigar savagely
as the sergeant hastened to obey. In q
moment, the reserves came tumbliug
out, struggling into their coats; there
was a chatter Of hoofs In the street as
the wagon dashed up; the reserves
| piled into 1t, permitting me to crowd
| In beside them, Grady jumped to the
seat beside the driver, and we were Off
at gallop, our gong waking the echoes
| or the silent street.
| chung to the hand rail as the wag-
on swayed back and forth or bound
| ed into the air as IL struck the car
| tracks, and stared out into the night,
| struggling to understand. Could God
| frey be right? But Of course he was
| right. Some intuition told me that, and
| yet how had Crochard managed to sub
Stitute himself for the French detec-
/ tive? Where was Pigot? Was he lying
somewhere in q crumpled heap, with
| Q tiny wound upon his hand2 But that
| could not be-Grady and Simmonds
had been with him all the evening And
could that aged Frencnman with the
white, fine, wrinlled skin be also the
bronzed and virile parsonage whom !
had known as Felix Armand7 My
| reason reeled before the seeming inn
| possibility OF it-and yet somehow,
knew that Godfrey was right.
The wagon came to a stop so sud
denly that I was thrown violently
against the man next to me, and the
reserves, leaping out, swept me before
them. We were in front Of the Day
and Night bank, and at a word from
Grady the men spread into q close
Gordon before the building.
Another police wagon stood at the
| curb, with the driver still on the seat,
ure appeared at the door OF the bank
| and shouted to us-shouted in inartic-
| ulate words which could not under
| stand. But Grady seemed to under
stand them, and went up the steps
| two at a time, with an agility sur
prising in so large q man and which
! was hard put to it to match, "A lit
| tie group stood at one side Of the vesti-
bule looking down at some, one ex-
| tended on a cushioned seat And an
instant later 1 saw that Il was Sim
monds, lying on his back, his eyes open
and staring apparently at the ceiling.
But at the second glance I saw that
the eyes were sightless.
Grady elbowed his way savagely
| through the group.
Where's Kelly2" he demanded.
At the words, a white faced man in
uniform arose from a chair into which
he had plainly dropped exhausted,
'Oh. there you are, and Grady
glowered at him ferociously. Now
tell me what happened--and tell it
quick" La vs. #tvs 4-s- "a. Is
why, sir" stammered Kelly. there
wasn't anything happened. Only when
we stopped out there at the curb and
got down and opened the door,
there wasn't nobody In the wagon but
Mr.. Simmonds. 1 spoke to him and he
didn't answer-and then touched
him and he kind Of fell overland then
I rushed in here and phoned the sta
ton, but they said you'd already
started for the bank and then we went
out and brought him in here-and
that's all I know, SIR" .-s 8
You didn't hear anything--no sound
Of a struggleT ...u..
Not sound, sir; not a single
sound"
"And you haven't any idea where
the other man got out?"
T" mo, sir"
Mr.. Simmonds had a little valise
with him--did you notice it,"
Yes, sir. and I looked for It In the
wagon, but 1t amt there"
Grady turned away with a curse as
four or five men ran in from the street
tho men from headquarters, told
myself. could hear him talking to
them in sharp, low tones, and then
they departed as suddenly as they had
come. The reserves also hurried away,
and I concluded that Grady was try
ing to throw a net about the terri
tory in which the fugitive was prob
ably concealed; but my interest in
that maneuver was overshadowed, for
the time being by my anxiety for Sim
monds. picked up his right hand and
looked at It; then drew a deep breath
OF relief, for 1t was uninJured.
Has any one sent for doctorT
asked.
yes, SIR" one of the bank attaches
answered. I'VE telephoned for one at
once-here he Is now" he added as
a little black bearded man entered.
carrying the inevitably Identifying
medicine case. o.
The newcomer glanced at the body,
stripped away the clothing from the
breast and applied his ear to the heart
Then he looked into the staring eyes,
drew down the lids, watched them snap
up again. and then hastily opened his
case.
IT cts have some water" he said.
Then he's not dead?" / questioned,
as one of the clerks sprang to obey.
Dead? No, but he's had a taste or
whit Of something that has stopped
the heart action"
With q queer creepy feeling over
my scalp, / remembered the little flask
half fun Of blood-red liquid which
Crochard carried in his pocket.
But he had not meant murder this
time. I remembered that Godfrey had
said he never killed an adversary. The
doctor worked briskly away, and at
the end of q few minutes Simmonds'
eyes suddenly closed, he drew q long
breath, and sat erect. Then his eyes
opened and he sat swaying unsteadily
and staring axnazedly about him.
Best lie down again" said the doctor
soothingly. You're a little wobbly yet,
you know" T.
where am II" gasped Simmonds.
Then his eyes encountered mine.
'Lesteri" he said. Where is he-Pigot2
He stopped short. looked once around
at the cleaning marble OF the bank,
fumbled for something at his side, and
fell senseIesS on the seat.
have no recollection Of how got
back to the Marathon, I SUPPOSE must
have walked; but my first remembrance
In OF finding myself sitting In my
favorite chair, pipe in hand. The
pipe was lit, so I suppose must have
lighted II mechanically, and / found
that had also mechanically changed