The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1916-11-02
"Shea Of the Irish Brigade =
BY Randall Parrish Copyright 1914 By A. c. Clug 8 Co. So


question my prisoner had dared to
ask.
The question was in my own
mind. for II Cassier was still at the
head of the great staircase, he
would certainly have perceived us
before now.
rte should not be far away" I
answered, assuming Q confidence
| was far from feeling. Perhaps
he has gone down the corridor.
Come along; we shall soon see.'
But the man was not there, nor
was there any sign of him upon
the stairs or along the hall.
who was he. Monsieur" asked
the dwarf, as ! stared helplessly
about. "0ne Of your own men,"
mo, an officer Of the Regiment
Of Touraine."
His little pig eyes widened.
"Ah! the Captain CASTER! You
found him In a cell belo ."
Yes; so you knew he was there.
did you? Then you are not a pris
oner and your falsehoods only make
1t worse for you"
He looked into my face, wettins
his dry lips with his tongue.
80 you are not! What then
on some dirty work here for your
masterY Is de Saule here?"
He shook his head, afraid to re
ply.
Speak, you dog. Where is her"
In Paris, Monsieur; but it's true
he sent me-"
"Ah! so you confess that! He
has connection with these brigands
then, and makes use Of them to
carry out his schemes OF deviltry?
Was 1t the plan to kidnap MadeInoi.
selle d'Enville?"
why do you think that Mon
sieur?"
mo matter why | think 1t; ] have
reason enough. So speak up, for
you have more reason just now to
fear me than de Saule."
"'Tis not that I fear him. Mon.
sieur."
Who thenT
"The king"
"Ah!" exclaimed. Nov we get
down to facts. ] thought as much
1t is a conspiracy then. Louis
would have his way with q maid In
spite of her refusal to obey. be
gin to understand some things that
looked dark before. Twas ar
ranged, no doubt, that she should
leave Paris with dispatches for the
army and be taken en- route and
brought here. And then, suppose,
when things looked the darkest, de
Saule was CALAMITY to appear as
the rescuer, offering to save Made
moiselle from these banditti for the
small reward of the lady's hand
A sweet scheme, surely, worthy Of
a royal brain. And SO, Gospele. II
was your duty to keep watch over
the lady and inform your sweet
master when she was In the proper
mood. hey? But We have talked
enough. Whatever has become OF
CASTER. there IL plenty fronting me
while day lasts. Where is 1t yar
say the chevalier is confined?"
He pointed forward. down the
gloomy passage. "Yonder, Mon
sieur. next to the end"
"And the LADY,"
There was an instant of hesitar
ton, but the tightening Of my fin.
gers compelled an answer.
in the tower room above, Mon
sieur; the stairs are at the end Of
the corridor"
There Is no guard?"
"Only below in the court. What
need? No one comes here" and
he crossed himself piously. IT'S
haunted by the dead, this castle; at
night they walk here, and show
CHASTITY lights"
But I did not walt for him to
tell me more of the actions of the
ghosts. but made him lead me to
the cell where he said the chevalie
was confined.
With one hand, the other still
retaining its grip on the dwarf,
opened the iron door. The eel
was just as | thought, empty. Yet
there were evidences that 1t had
been lately occupied. An over
turned stool lay In one corner and
near II an upset dish Of food.
/ stared at these things and then
at Gospele, who shrank back before
tho anpor In NV avoa
"As | thought, he is not here"
"But he was here, Monsieur;
swear IL"