The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1918-03-28

was thinking Of the unheard of
condolences, the accumulation of
facts that bore down on Nine. Eau
vile from every side. And the de-
cisive proof which would join all
these different facts together and
give to the accusation the grounds
which it still lacked was one which
Perenna was able to supply. This
was the marks Of the teeth in the
apple hidden among the shrubs in
the garden. To the police these
would be as good as any finger
print, all the more as they could
compare the marks with those on
the cake of chocolate.
Nevertheless, he hesitated; and,
concentrating his anxious atten-
ton, he watched, with mingled
feelings Of pity and rcpulsion, that
woman who, to all seeming, had
killed her husband and her hus-
bands son. Was he to give her
the finishing stroke?, Had he the
right to play the part of judge?
And supposing he were wrongY
Meantime, M. Desmalions had
walked up to him and, while pre-
tending to speak to Mazeroux,
was really asking Perenna:
What do you think of it,"
Mazeroux shook his head. Per-
emma replied:
Il think, Monsieur lie Prefet,
that, if this woman is guilty, she
is defending herself, for all her
cleverness, with inconceivable
lack of skill"
"Meaning--?'
Meaning that she was doubt
less only a tool in the hands Of an
accomplish"
can accomplice?'
Remember, Monsieur lie Prefet,
her husbands exclamation in your
office yesterday: oh, the scoun-
drels! the scoundrels!' There is,
therefore, at least one accomplice,
who perhaps is the same as the
man who was present, as Sergeant
Mazeroux must have told you, in
the Cafe du Pont-Neuf when In
spector Verot was last there: a
man with a reddish brown beard,
carrying an ebony walking stick
with a silver handle. So that"
$50 that" said NJ. Desmalions,
completing the sentence, "by ar
resting Nine. Fauville today, mere
ly OH suspicion, we have a chance
of laying our hands on the accom-
plice."
Perenna did not reply. The pre-
feet continued, thoughtfully:
ARREST her arrest her
y q W. should need a proof for
that. Did you receive no
clue?"
"None at all, Monsieur lie Pre-
fet. True, my search was only
summary"
But ours was most minute. We
have been through every corner of
the room"
And the garden, Monsieur lie
Prefet?"
"The garden Also
"With the same care?"
perhaps not. But !
think"
81 think, on the contrary, Mon
sieur lie Prefet, that, as the muir.
derers passed through the garden
in coming and going, there might
be a chance"
"Mazeroux," said M. Desma,
lions, Ego outside and make a
more thorough inspection"
The sergeant went out. Per.
emma, who was once o standing
at one side, heard the project OF
police repeating to the examining
magistrate:
"Ah, if we only had a proof
just one! The woman is evidently
guilty. The presumption against
her is too great! And then
there are Cosmo Mornington's
millions. But, on the other
hand, look at her look al
all the honesty in that pretty face
of hers, look at all the sincerity OF
her grief"
She was still crying, with fitful
sobs and starts of indignant pro.
test that made her clench he1
fists. At one moment she took
her ear soaked handkerchief, bit il
with her teeth and tore it, after
the manner Of certain actresses.
Perenna saw those beautiful.
white teeth, a little wide, moist
and cleaning, rending the dainty
cambria. And he thought of the
marks Of teeth on the apple. AND
he was seized with an extreme
longing to know the truth. Was il
the same pair of jaws that haG
left its impress in the pulp of thu
fruit?
!; MaZerOux returned. M. Des
p,1iopc moyn1 hrisk1v toward tb.