The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1918-11-21
down his checks.

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when, after taking Il few sips OF
his medicine, he went back TO his
work, he did so mechanically
with none Of that gayety which
had made him hop on his and
set about his murder as though he
We're going to a pleasure party.
lie began by returning to the
bush from which Lupin had seen
him emerge. Behind this bush.
between two trees, was a shelter
containing tools and arms, spades,
rakcs, guns, and rolls of wire
rope.
Making several journeys, he
carried them to the well, intend
ing to throw them down it before
he went away. He next examined
every particle of the little mound
up which he had climbed, in order
to make sure that he was not
leaving the least trace Of his pass
age.
He made a similar examination
OF those parts Of the lawn on
which he had stepped, except the
path leading to the well, the In
spection of which he kept for the
last, He brushed up the trodden
grass and carefully smoothed the
trampled earth,
He was obviously anxious and
seemed to be thinking Of other
things, while at the same time me-
chanically doing those things
which a murderer knows by force
of habit that it is wise to do.
One little incident seemed to
wake him up. A wounded swal-
low fell to the ground close by
where he stood. He stopped,
caught it, and crushed it in his
hands, kneading it like a scrap
of crumpled paper. And his eyes
shone with a savage delight as he
gazed at the bl Cd that trickled
from the poor bird and reddcned
his hands.
But, when he flung the shape
less body into a furze bush, he
saw on the spikes in the bush a
hair, a long, fair hair; and all his
depression returned at the mem
Dry of Florence.
He knelt in front Of the ruined
grotto. Then, breaking two sticks
of wood, he placed the pieces in
the form of a cross under II Of
the stones.
As he was bending over, a lit
tie looking glass slipped from his
waistcoat pocket ana, striking a
pebble, broke, The sign Of i'll
luck made a great impression on
him. He cast a suspicious look
around him and, sE1TIvering with
nervousness, as though he felt
threatened by the invisible pow
ers, he muttered.
I'm afraid En- afraid. Lets
go away
Ills watch now marked half
past four. He took his Jacket
from the shrub ON which he had
hung it, slipped his arms into, the
sleeves, and put his hanoi In, the,
righthand outside pocket, where.
he had placed the pocketbook
containing his peppers.
"Hullo!' he said, In great sur.
prise. II was sure I had"
He felt in the left inside poe
ket, then In the handkerchief poe
ket, then, with feverish excite
ment, in both the inside pockets.
The pocketboek was not there.
And, to his extreme amaze,ment,.
all the other things which lie, was
absolutely certain that he, had.
left in the pockets Of his jacket
were gone: his cigafet case, bus,
box of matches, his notebook.
He was flabbergasted. His, fea-
became distorted. He splut-
tered ineomprehensible words,
while the most terrible thought
took hold Of his mind so foreibly
as to become reality there was,
some one within the precincts of
the old castle.
There was some one Within the
precincts of the old castle! And
this someone was now hiding near
the ruins, in the ruins perhaps.
And this some one had e him |
And this some one had Witnessed
the death of Arsene Lnpin and
the death of Florence Levasseur!
And this some one, taking advan-
tage of his heedlessness and
knowing from his words that the
papers existed, had searched his
jacket and rifled the pockets!
His eyes expressed the alarm
of a man accustomed to work in
the darkness mperceiyed, and