The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1918-05-02

not admit the identity Of the two
persons?
Nothing in the projects atti-
tude gave any clue to his secret
thoughts. He was suggesting to
Don Luis Pcrenna one Of those
compacts which the police are
often obliged to conclude in order
to gain their ends. The compact
was concluded, and no more was
said upon the subject.
"Do you want any particulars
of me9' asked the project of po-
lice.
eyes, Monsieur lie Prefet. The
papers spoke of a notebook found
in poor Inspector Verot's pocket.
Did the notebook contain a clue Of
any kind?"
"No. Personal notes, lists Of dis
bursements, that's all. Wait, l
was forgetting, there was a photo
graph of a woman, about which
| have not yet been able to obtain
the least information. Besides, l
don't suppose that it bears upon
the case and l have not sent it to
the newspapers. Look, here it isl
Perenna took the photograph
which the project handed him and
gave q start that did not escape
M. Desmalions' eye.
"Do you know the lady?"
"No. No, Monsieur lie Prefet. I
thought l did; but no, there's
merely a Resemblance family
likeness, which | will verify if you
can leave the photograph with me
till this evening""
"Till this evening, yes. When.
you have done with it, give it back
to Sergeant Mazeroux, whom l
will order to work in concert with
you in everything that relates to
the Mornington case
The interview was now over.
The project went away. Don. Luis
saw him to the door. AS M. Des-
malions was about to 60 down the
steps, he turned and said simply:
"You saved my life this morn
ing. But for you, that scoundrel
Sauverand-"
ooh, Monsieur lie Prefet!' said
Don Luis, modestly protesting.
eyes, l know, you are in the
habit of doing hat sort of thing.
All the same, you must accept my
thanks"
And the project of police made
a bow such as he would really
have made to Don Luis Perenna,
the Spanish noble, the hero of the
Foreign legion. AS for Weber, he
put his two hands in his pockets,
walked past with the look of a
muzzled mastiff, and gave his ene-
my a glance Of fierce hatred.
"By Jupiter!" thought Don
Luis. "There's a fellow who won't
miss me when he gets a chance to
shoot"
Looking through a window, he
saw M. Desmalion's motor car
drive off. The detectives fell in
behind the deputy chief and left
the Place du Palais-B Bourbon. The
siege was raised.
"And now to work" said Don
Luis. my hands are free, and we
shall make things hum"
He called the butler.
"Serve lunch; and ask Mile.
Levasseur to come and speak to
me Immediately after"
He went to the dining room and
sat down, placing on the table the
photograph which NJ. Desmalions
had left behind; and, bending
over it, he examined it atentively.
1t was a little faded, a little worn,
as photographs have a tendency to
become when they lie about in
pocket books or among papers
but tic picture was quite clear. 1t
was the radiant picture OF a young
woman in evening dress, with bare
arms and shoulders, with flowers
and leaves in her hair and a smile
upon her face.
"Mlle. Levasseur, Mile. Levas-
seur," he said. SIS it possible -
In q corner was a half obliter-
ated and hardly visible signature.
He made out, Florence" the
girls name, no doubt. And he re.
peatcd:
"Mjle. Levasseur, Florence LIE.
vasscur. How did her photograph
come TO be in Inspector Verot's
!, pocketbookq And what is the
connection between this adven.
ture and the reader of the Hun.
garian count from whom / took
lover the house?"
He remembered the incident OF
the iron curtain. He remembered
the article in the Echo de France,
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