The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1918-04-25
THE
F OF THE TIGER
MAURICE LEBLANC
TRANSLATED BY
ALEXANDER TEIXEIRA DE MATTOS
CHAPTER SIX. (Continred.)

~ ~ AtANS VI "Ns
trious life, occupying myself sole
ly with scientific research, in view
Of a popular work which L am
preparing, and | do not take the
least part or the least interest III
outside things. | defy any one to
prove that | have read a newspa-
per for months and months past.
And that is why / am entitled to
say that | did not know of Hippo
lyte Fauville's murder"
"Still, you knew M. Fauville."
II used to know him, but we
q%uarrelled."
"For what %reason?'
Family affairs"
Family affairs! Were you re-
lated, then?"
Eyes. Hippolyte was my cous-
in."
your cousin! NJ. Fauville was
your cousin! But but then
80" Come, let us have the rights
Of the matter. M. Fauville and
his wife were the children of two
sisters, Elizabeth and Armande
Roussel. Those two sisters had
been brought up with a first cous-
in called Victor. .
eyes, Victor Sauverand, whose
grandfather was a Roussel. Vic
tor Sauverand married abroad and
had two sens. One of them died 10
years ago; the other is myself"
M. Desmalions gave a start. His
excitement was manifest. If that
man was telling the truth, if he
was really the sol of that Victor
whose record the police had not
yet been able to trace, then, owing
to this very fact, since NJ. Fauville
and his son were dead and Nine.
Fauville, so to speak, convicted of
murder and FORGETTING her rights,
they had arrested the final heir to
Cosmo Mornington. But why, in
a moment Of madness, had he vol
UNFAIRLY brought this crushing in
dictment against himself?
He continued:
"My statements seem to sur
prise you, Monsieur lie Project.
Perhaps they throw a light OH the
mistake Of which l am a victim?'
He expressed himself calmly,
with great %politeness and in a re-
markably well bred voice, and he
did not for a moment seem to sus-
pect that his revelations, on the
contrary, were justifying the
measures taken against him.
Without replying to the ques-
ton, the project Of police asked
him:
$50 your real name is"
"Gaston Sauverand."
"Why do you call yourself
Hubert Lautier?'
The man had a second Of indie
cision which did not escape so
clear sighted all observer as NJ.
Desmalions. He swayed from side
TO side, his eyes flickered and he
said:
"That does not concern the pO-
lice; it concerns no IL but my
self"
M. Desmalions smiled:
THAT is a poor argument. Will
you use the same when | ask you
why you live in hiding, why you
left the Avenue du Roule, where
you used to live, without leaving
Ri address behind you, and why
you receive your letters at the post
bffice under initials?"
Eyes, Monsieur lie Prefet, those
ire matters of a private character,
which affect only my conscience
You have no right to question Inc
about them"
THAT is the exact reply which
we are constantly receiving at cv,
cry moment from your accom-.
plice."
my accomplicc?"
Eyes, Nine. Fauvillc.'
Mime. Fauvillc.'
CASTOR Sauverand had uttered
the same cry as when he heard OF
the death OF the engineer: and his
ktupefaction seemed even greater
combined as it was with al
anguish that distorted his features
beyond recognition.
"What?"s What?s*@ What
do you say? Marie. No,you
don't mean it! 1t 5 not true!'
M. Desmalions considered il
useless to reply, SO absurd anC
childish was this affection Of
knowing nothing about the trag
edy on the Boulevard Suchet.
:, CASTOR %Sauverand, beside him
self, with his eyes starting from
his head, muttered:
us it truci Is Marie the victim
Of the same mistake as myself
Perhaps they have arrested her