The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1918-06-13

seemed utterly cast down with
despair, a surprising symptom in
a. man Of his amazing vigor and
authority.
"Come, Chief" said the SER
geant, helping him up. "This is
all stuff and nonsense. Trouble
with women: I've had it like ev-
erybody else. Nine. Mazeroux-
yes, l got married while you were
away = Nine. Mazeroux turned
out badly herself, gave me the
devil of a time, Nine. Mazeroux
did. I'll tell you all about it,
chief, how Nine. Mazeroux re-
warded my kindness"
He led Don Luis gently to the
car and settled him on the front
seat.
Stake a rest, chief. It's not
very cold and there are plenty Of
furs. The first peasant-that comes
along at daybreak, I'll send him
to the next town for what we
want-and for food, too, for I'm
starving. And everything will
come right; it always does with
women. All you have to do is to
kick them out Of your life-ex-
cept when the anticipate you and
kick themselves out. l
was going to tell you: Nine, Maze
roux-'
Don Luis was never to learn
what had happened with Nine.
Mazeroux. The most violent
catastrophies had no effect upon
the peacefulness Of his slumbers.
He was asleep almost at once.
1t was late in the morning when
he woke up. Mazeroux had had
to wait till Z o'clock before he
could hail a cyclist on. his way to
Charities.
They made a start at 9 o'clock.
Don Luis had recovered all his
GOODNESS. He turned to his ser
geant.
81 said a lot last night that l
did not mean to say. However, l
don't regret it. Yes, it is my duty
to- do everything to save Nine.
Fauville and to catch the real cul-
prit. Only the task falls upon my
self and I swear that l shan't fail
in it. This evening Florence
Levasseur shall sleep in the lock-
up!"
I'm help you, chief" replied
Mazeroux, in a queer tone Of
voice.
81 need nobody's help. If you
touch a single hair of her head,
I'll do for you. Do you under
stand9"
eyes, chief"
"Then hold your tongue"
His anger was slowly returning
and expressed itself in an in
crease of speed, which seemed to
Mazeroux a revenge executed up
on himself. They raced over the
coble stones Of Charities. Rambou-'
illet, Chevreuse and Versailles re-
ceived the terrifying vision of a
thunderbolt tearing across them
from end to end.
Saint Cloud. The Bots de
Boulogne 80"
On the Place de la Concorde, as
the motor was turning toward the
Tuileries, Mazeroux objected:
aren't you going home,
chief"
"No. There's something more
urgent first: we must relieve
Marie Fauville Of her suicidal OBJ
session by letting her know that
we have discovered the Grim
inals."
"Andthen?"
"Then l want to see the project
of police
an. Desmalions is away and
won't be back till this after
noon"
Gin that Ease the examining
magistrate"
""He doesn't get to the law
courts till u; and it's only IL
now"
"WeM see."
Mazeroux was right: there was
no one at the law courts.
Don Luis lunched somewhere
close by; and Mazeroux, after
calling at the detective office,
came to fetch him and took him
to the magistrate corridor. Don
Luis's excitement, his extraordi-
nary ~restlessness, did not fail to
strike Mazeroux, who asked:
care you still of the same mind,
chief"
"More than ever. I looked
through the newspapers at lunch.
Marie Fauville, who was sent to
thu ipfirmarv altar her caoopd Of