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imminent arrest of the Grim

inals.'"
Sauverand and Florence rose
together, with the same unguard-
ed movement.
"And, in your view, the Grim
inals are--i" asked Sauverand.
"Why, you know as we'll as l
do: they are the man with the
ebony walking stick, who at any
rate cannot deny having muir
dered Chief Inspector Ancenis,
and the woman who is his accom-
plice in all his crimes. Both Of
them must remember their at
tempts to assassinate me: the re-
volver shot ON the Boulevard
Suchet; the motor smash causing
the death of my chauffeur; and
yesterday again, in the barn-you
know where-the barn with the
two skeletons hanging from the
raters: yesterday-you remember
the scythe, the relentless scythe,
which nearly beheaded me-"
"And then?"
"Well, then, the game is lost.
You must pay up; and all the
more so as you have foolishly put
your heads into the lion's mouth"
81 don't understand. What
does all this meant"
cit simply means hat they
know Florence Levasseur, that
they know you are both here, that
the house is surrounded, and that
Weber, the deputy chief detective,
is on his way"
Sauverand appeared disconcert-
ed by this unexpected threat.
Florence, standing beside him,
had turned livid. A mad anguish
distorted her features. She STAN
mered: q
ooh, it is awful! No, no, I
can't endure it,"
And, rushing at, Don Luis:
Coward! Coward! It's you
who r betraying us; Coward!
oh, l knew that you were capable
Of the meanest treachery! There
you stand like an executioner!
Oh, you villain, you coward!"
She fell into her chair, ex-
hausted and sobbing, with her
hand to her face.
Don Luis turned away. Strange
to say, he experienced no sense of
pity; and Florence's tears affect
ed him no more than her insults
had done, no more than if he had
never loved the girl. He was glad
Of this release. The horror with
which she filled him had killed
his love.
But, when he once more stood
in front Of them after taking a
few steps across the room, he saw
that they were holding each
Others hands, like two friends in
distress, trying to give each other
courage; and, again yielding to
a sudden impulse of hatred, for a
moment beside himself, he
gripped the mans arm:
II forbid you- By what
right -? is she your wife ?
Your mistress? Then"
His voice became perplexed.
He himself felt the strangeness
Of that fit OF anger which sudden
ly revealed, iii all it's force and
all its blindness, a passion which
he thought dead. And he blushed,
for CASTOR Sauverand was look
ing at him in amazement: and he
did not doubt that the enemy had
penetrated his secret.
A long pause followed, during
which he met Florence Is eyes. hos
tile eyes, full of rebellion and dis
dam. Had she, too, guessed?
He dared not speal; another
word. He waited for Sauyerand's
explanation. And. while waiting,
he gave not Il thought to the COM
ing relations, nor to the trclnem-
dous problems of which he was at
last about to know the solution,
nor to the tragic events at hand.
He thought of Que thing only.
thought OF it With the fevered
throbblng OF his whole bein..
thought OF what he was on the
point Of learning about Florence.
ABOUT the ;i:i ai'ss9at;oas. ABOUT
her past, abous .ier. love for
5aavyra.ld. That alone interested