The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1918-03-07
THE
E OF THE TIGER
MAURICE LEBLANC
TRANSLATED BY
TEIXEIRA DE MATTOS


took hold of his hand.
Ii was icy cold.
Don Luis at once recovered all
his self possession.
"The window! Open the win
dow" he cried.
And, when the light flooded the
room. he saw the face of Hippolyte
t'auville all SWOLLEN, stained with
brown patches.
oh he said, under his breath,
hes dead!''<
Dash it all! Dash it all -
sphlttered the detective sergeant.
For two or three minutes they
stood petrified, Supplied, stag
gcred at the sight of this most as
%tOnishing and mysterious phenom-
enon. Then a sudden idea made
Perenna start. He flew up the
winding staircase, rushed along
the gallery. and darted into the
attic.
Edmond, Hippolyte Fauville's
son, lay stiff and stark on his bed,
with a cadaverous face, dead, too.
Dash it all. Dash it all !" re-
pratcd MazerOux.
Never, perhaps, in the course of
his adventurous career, had Peren-
ma experienced such a knockdOwn
blow. 1t gave him a feeling of ex-
IRENE lassitude, depriving him of
all power of speech or movement.
Father and son were dead! They
had been killed during hat night.
A few hours earlier, though the
house was watched and every out
let Theoretically closed, both had
been poisoned by an Internal pune
ture, even as Inspector Verot was
poisoned, even as CosmO Morning
ton a poisoned.
dash it all !" said Mazeroux
once more. II was not worth
troubling about the poor devils
and performing such miracles to
save them!'
The exclamation conveyed a re-
proach. Perenna grasped it and
admitted:
You are right, Mazeroux; |
was not equal to the job
Nor, | chief"
You " u u You have only been
IL this business since yesterday
evening""
well, s. have you, chief!'
Yes, | know, since yesterday
evening, whereas the others have
been working at it for weeks and
weeks. But, all the same, these
two are dead and | was there, /,
Lupin, was there! The thing has
been done under my eyes; and |
saw nothing! saw nothing How
is ii possible?"
He uncovered the poor boys
shoulders, showing the mark of a
puncture at the top of the arm.
THE same mark-the same
mark obviously that we shall find
on the father. The lad does
not seem to have suffered, either.
" " Poor little chap! He did not
look very strong. Never mind,
it's "A nice face; what a terrible
blow for his mother when She
learnsi'
The detective sergeant wept
with anger and pity, while he kept
on mumbling:
Dash it all! Dash it all !''
I'VE shall avenge them, eh,
Mazeroux?"
Rather, chief! Twice over!'
"Once will do, Mazeroux. But
it shall be done with a will"
THAT | swear it SHALL"
You're right let s swear. Let
us swear that this dead palr shall
be avenged. Let u swear not to
lay down our arms until the muir
derers of Hippolyte Fauville and
his son are punished as they de-
serve
II swear it as | hope to be
saved, chief"
Good said Perenna. And
now to work. .Yon go and tele-
phone at once to the police office.
| am sure that M. Desmalions will
approve of your informing him
without delay. He takes an i'm
mense interest in the case"
And if the servants come! If
Mime. Fauville-?'
"No one will come till we open
the doors; and we shan't open
them except to the project of po-
lice. 1t will be for him, afterward,
to tell Nine. Fauville that she is a
widow and that she has no son.
Go! Hurry"
Zone moment, chief We are for.
getting something that will help
us enormously"
What's that"
"The little drab colored diary in