Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1918-05-16

least scrap of paper on 1t last
night, we find this letter in the
morning."
A careful inspection Of the place
gave them no clue to put them on
the track. They went through the
house from top to bottom and
ascertained for certain that there
was no one there in hiding. Be
sides, supposing that any n was
hiding there, how could he have
made his way into the room with
out attracting their attentionf
There was no solving the problem.
eve won't look any more"
said Perenna, cts no use. In
matters Of this sort, some day or
other the light enters by an un-
seen Granny and everything grad
ually become clear. Take the let
ter to the project of police, tell
him how we spent the night, and
ask his permission for both Of us
to come back on the night Of the
25th of April. There's to be an
other surprise that night; and I'm
dying to know if we shall receive
a second letter through the agency
of some Mahatma."
They closed the doors and left
the house.
While they were walking to the
right, toward La Muette, in order
to take a taxi, Don Luis CHANGED
to turn his head to the road as
they reached the end Of the Boule-
ward Suchet. A man rode past
them on a bicycle. Don Luis just
had time to see his clean shaven
face and his glittering eyes fixed
upon himself.
"Look out!' he shouted, push
ing Mazeroux so suddenly that the
sergeant lost his balance.
The man had stretched out his
hand, armed with a revolver. A
shot rang out. The bullet whistled
past the ears of Don Luis, who had
bobbed his head.
CATER hint" he roared.
'You'er not hurt, Mazeroux7"
No, chief"
They both rushed in pursuit,
shouting for assistance. But, at
that early hour, there are never
many people in the wide avenues
CT this part Of the town. The man,
who was making off swiftly, in
creased his distance, turned down
the Rue Octave-Feuillett and dis
appeared.
"All right, you scoundrel, I'll
catch yoa yet!' snarled Don Luis,
abandoning a vain pursuit.
but you don't even know who
he is, chief"
eyes, [ do it s he"
"Who2"
"The man with the ebony stick.
He's cut off his beard and shaved
his face, but [ knew him for all
that. 1t was the man who was
taking pot shots at S yesterday
morning, from the top of his stairs
on the Boulevard Richard-Wal-
lace, the II who killed Inspector
Ancenis. The blackguard! How
did he know that | had spent the
night at Fauyille's? Have | been
followed then and spied on9 But
by whom9 And why? And how2"
Mazeroux reflected and said:
Remember, chief, you tele-
phoned to me in the afternoon to
give me an appointment. For all
you know, in spite of lowering
your voice, you may have been
heard by somebody at your
place."
Don Luis did not answer. He
thought Of Florence.
That morning Don Luis letters
were not brought to him by Mile,
Levasseur, nor did he send for her,
He caught sight Of her several
c1AueS giving orders TO the new
servants. She must afterward have
gone back to her room, for he
did not see her again.
In the afternoon he rangs for
his car and drove to the house on
the Boulevard Suchet, to pursue
with Mazeroux by the project
instructions, q search that led to
no result whatever.
1t was 10 o'clock when he came
in. The detective sergeant and he
had some dinner together. After
ward, wishing also to examine the
home of the man with the ebony
stick, he got into his car again.
still accompanied by Mazeroux,
and told the man to drive to the
Boulevard Wallace.
The car crossed the Seine and
followed the right bank.
Faster" he said to his new
chauffeur, through the speaking
fuhn GI3n oo,,rfo~nJ a.