The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1918-03-14
CHAPTER r.n.EE. lconttn ,ed.)

The detective serge%:l. had
flung himself between him and the
door and was blocking his way.
Eyes, half a moment l am
not of your opinion. It's far bet
ter that you should wait until the
project comes"
But l don't care a hang about
your opinion!'
MAY be; but you shan't pass"
What Why, Alexandra, you
must be ILL"
"Look here, chief" said Mazer-
oux feebly. what can it matter
to your It's only natural that the
project should wish to speak to
you"
"Ah, it's the project who wishes
is it2 Well, my lad, you can
tell him that | am not at his Or
ders, that l am at nobody's orders,
and that, if the president of the re-
public, if Napoleon | himself were
to bar my way* Besides, rats !
Enough said. Get out Of the
road"
You shall not pass!" declared
Mazeroux, in a resolute tone, ex-
tending his arms.
"Well, | like that!"
"You shall not pass"
Alexander, just count TO-"
"a hundred, if you like, but
you shall not. 80"
ooh, blow your catchwords
Get out of this
He seized Mazeroux by both
shoulders, made him spin round
on his heels and, with a push, sent
him laundering over the sofa.
Then he opened the door.
Halt, or | fire!"
1t was Mazeroux, who had
scrambled to his feet and now
stood with his revolver in his hand
and a determined expression on
his face.
Don Luis stopped in amazement.
The threat was absolutely indif-
ferent to him, and the barrel of
that revolver aimed at him left
him as cold as could be. But by
what prodigy did Mazeroux, his
former accomplice, his ardent dis
ciple, his devoted servant, by what
prodigy did Mazeroux dare to act
as he was doing?
Perenna went up to him and
pressed gently on the detective's
e%utstretched arm.
"Perfect's orders9" he asked.
Yes" muttered the sergeant,
intentionally.
Orders to keep me here until
he comes?"
Yes"
And if 1 betrayed an intention
Of leaving, to prevnt met"
Eyes"
by every meansf"
eyes"
Even by putting a bullet
through my skin9"
Yes"
Perenna reflected; and then, in
. serious voice:
Would you have fired, Mazer-
ouxf"
The sergeant lowered his head
and said family:
Eyes, chief"
Perenna looked at him without
anger, with a glance of affection
ate sympathy; and it al an alb
sorbing sight for him to see his
former companion dominated by
such a sense of discipline and
duty. Nothing was able to prevail
against that sense, not even the
fierce admiration, the almost at
tachment which Mazeroux re-
tanned for his master.
I'm not angry, Mazeroux. in
fact, | approve. Only you must
tell me the reason why the pre-
feet of police"
The detective did not reply, but
his eyes wore an expression of
such sadness that Don Luis
started, suddenly understanding.
NO" he cried, mo! It's
absurd he cant have thought
that 80" And you, MazerOux, do
you believe me guiltyH"
"Oh, l, chief, am as sure of you
rs ! am Of myself! You don't
take life But, all the same.
there are things condolences
-
Things condolences
ss'' repeated Don Luis slowly.
He remained pensive; and, in a
low voice, he said:
Yes, after all, there's truth in
what you say. Yes, it all fits
In. - Why didn't | think Of it?
49, My relations with Cosmo
Mornington, my arrival in Paris
In time for the reading of the will,
NV insisting OH spending the night