Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1918-04-11

twinkling of a bed post, In two
minutes by my watch. Well, you
were saying"
"But, chief" s%pluttered Mazer-
oux, utterly nonplussed.
What! Must l dragthe words
out of you7 Come on! I'll make a
start. It has to do with the man
with the ebony walking stick,
hasn't it? The one we saw at the
Cafe du Pont-Neuf on the day
when Inspector Verot was muir
dered?"
'Yes, it has,"
Have you found his traces?''
Eyes"
well, come along, find your
tongue!"
cts like this, chief. Some one
else noticed him besides the wait
er. There was another customer
in the cafe; and this other Gus
toner, whom | ended by discover
ing, went out at the same time as
our man and heard him ask
somebody in the street which was
the nearest underground station
for Neuilly."
"Capital, that. And, in Neuilly,
by asking questions on every side,
you ferreted him QUIT"
And even learned his name.
chief: Hubert Lautier, Of the Ave-
nue. du Roule. Only he decamped
from there six months ago, leaving
his furniture behind him and talk
ing nothing but two trunks"
What about the post Officer
"We have been to the post of
flee. One of the clerks recognized
the description which we supplied.
Our man calls once every eight or
10 days to fetch his mail, which
never amounts to much: just one
or two letters. He has not been
there for some time"
els the correspondence in his
name?"
"No, initials
Were they able to remember
them?"
eyes: B. R. W. s."
lis that all?"
"That is absolutely all that |
have discovered. But one of my
fellow officers succeeded in prov
ing, from the evidence Of two de-
tectives, that a man carrying a
silver handled ebony walking stick
and a pair of tortoise shell glasses
walked out of the Care d'Auteuil
on the evening of the double muir
der and went toward Renalagh.
Remember the presence of Nine.
Fauville in that neighborhood at
the same hour. And remember
that the crime was committed
round about midnight. | conclude
from this"
"That will do; be oft"
"But -'
"Get!"
Then l don t SCI you again?''
inject me in half an hour out,
side our mans place"
What MANI"
Marie Fauville S accomplish. >
But you don't know -"
"The address? Why, you gave
it to NE yourself: Boulevard Rich
ard-Wallace, No. 8. Go! And
don't look such a fool"
He made him spin round on his
heels, took him by the shoulders,
pushed him to the door, and
handed him over quite flabber-
gasted, to a footman.
He himself went out a few min,
utes later, dragging in his wake
the detectives attached to his per
son, left them posted on sentry
duty outside a block of flats with
a double entrance and took a mo
tor cab to Neuilly.
He went along the Avenue dc
Madrid on foot and turned down
the Boulevard Richard Wallace
opposite the Boise de Bologne
Mazeroux was waiting for him in
front of a small three stored
house standing at the back of a
court yard contained within the
very high walls of the adjoining
property.
els this number eighth"
Yes, chief, but tell me how
Gone moment, old chap; give
me time to recover my breath"
He gave two or three grea,
gasps.
"Lord, how good it is to be up
and doingl" he said. "Upon my
word, I was getting rusty. And
what a pleasure to pursue those
scoundrels! So you want me tc
tell youi"
He passed his arm through the
sergeant's.
"Listen, Alexandra, and profit
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