The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1918-04-25

project Of police, followed by the
deputy chief, covered the second
flight and came to a third, which
was narrower and sleeper. When
he reached the bend, a mans body,
staggering above him, fell into his
arms it was Mazeroux, wounded.
On the stairs lay another body,
lifeless, that Of Chief Inspector An
Gents.
Above them, in the frame Of a
small doorway, stood CASTOR Sau-
verand, with a savage look on his
face and his arm outstretchsd. He
fired a fifth shot at random. Then,
seeing the project of police, he
took deliberate aim.
The project stared at that terri
flying barrel levelled at his face
and gave himself up for lost. But,
at that exact second, a shot was
discharged from behind him, Sau-
verand's weapon fell from his
hand before he was able to fire,
and the project saw, as in a dream,
a man, the man who had saved his
life, striding across the chief in.
spector's body, propping Maze
roux against the wall, and darling
ahead, followed by the detectives
He recognized the man it was Dor
Luis Perenna.
Don Luis stepped briskly into
the garnet where Sauverand had
retreated, but had time only to
catch sight Of him standing on
the window ledge and leaping
into space from the third floor.
HAS he jumped from there?'
cried the project, fastening up
eve shall never capture him
alive!"
"Neither alive nor dead, Mon.
sieur lie Prefet. See, he's picking
himself up. There's a providence
which looks after that sort. He
making for the gate. He's hardly
limping."
"But where are my menu"
"Why, they're all on the stair.
case, in the house, brought here by
the shot, seeing to the wounded
"Oh, the demon!" muttered the
project. Hes played a mastery
camel"
CASTOR Sauverand, in fact, was
escaping unmolested.
"Stop him! Stop him. roared
M. Desmalions.
There were two motors standing
beside the pavement, which is
very wide at this spot: the pre-.
feet 8 own car, and the cab which
the deputy chief had provided fol
the prisoner. The two chauffeurs
sitting on their seats, had noticed
nothing of the fight. But they saw
CASTOR Sauverand's leap into
space and the project S chauffeur
on whose seat a certain number Of
discriminating articles had beer
placed, taking out of the heap tn,
first weapon hat offered, thu
ebony walking stick, bravely
rushed at the fugitive.
"Stop him Stop him." shouted
M. Desmalions.
The encounter took place at the
exit from the court yard. 1t die
not last long. Sauverand flung
himself upon his assailant
snatched the stick from him, anC
broke it across his face. Then
without dropping the handle, he
ran away, pursued by the other
chauffeur and by three detectives
who at last appeared from the
house. He had 30 yards start Of
the detectives, n of whom fireC
several shots at him without effect
When M. Desmalions and Weber
went downstairs again, they founC
the chief Inspector lying on the bee
i'll CASTOR Sauverand's room OF
the second floor, gray in the face
He had been hit on the head nn(
was dying. A few minutes latel
he was dead.
Sergeant MazerOux, who's,
wound was only slight, said, Will,
it was being dressed, that Sauve
rand had taken the chief inspector
and himself up to the garnet, ant
that, outside the door, he hac
dipped his hand quickly into al
old satchel hanging on the wal
among some servants wornou
aprons and jackets. He drew on
a revolver and fired point blanl
at the chief Inspector, wht
dropped like a log. When scizec
by MazerouX, the murderer re
leased himself and fired three bul
lets, the third Of which hit the ser
geant in the shoulder.
And SO, in a fight in which tn,
police had a band of experienced
detectives at their dismissal ,rbiI,