Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1918-05-23
CHAPTER SEVEN. ocontinued.)

80 iSf'' -AIINt VII, INltN dllIic I.
They helped the sergeant out.
He had a few bruises and a little
pam, but no serious injury.
Only the chauffeur had been
thrown from his seat and lay mo-
tlonless on the pavement, bleeding
from the head. He was carried
into u chemist's shop and died in
10 minutes.
Mazeroux had gone i'm with the
poor victim and, feeling pretty
we'll stunned, had himself been
given a pick-me-up. When he
went back to the motor car he
found two policemen entering par
ticulars of the accident i'm their
notebooks and taking evidence
from the bystanders but the chief
was not there.
Perenna in fact had jumped into
a taxicab and driven home AS fast
as he could. He got out in the
square, ran through the gateway,
crossed the courtyard. and went
down the passage that led to Mile.
I%evasseurs quarters. He leaped
up the steps, knocked, and entered
without waiting for an answer.
The door of the room that
served as a sitting room was
opened and Florence appeared. He
pushed her back into the room,
end said, in a tone furious with
indignation:
Its done. The accident has
occurred. And yet none of the old
servants can have prepared it, be-
cause they We're not there and be-
cause | was out with the can. this
afternoon. Therefore, it must
have been late i'm the day, between
& and 9 o'clock, that somebody
went to the garage and filed
the steering rod threc-quarters
through"
II don't understand. | don't
understand" she said, with a
scared look.
lyon understand perfectly we'll
that the accomplice of the ruffins
cannot be one of the new servants,
end you understand perfectly we'll
that the job was bound to succeed
and that it did succeed, beyond
their hopes. There is a victim.
who suffers instead of myself"
but tell me what has hap
pcned. monsieur! You Brighten
me! What accidentY What was
it?'
1.-The motor car overturned. The
chauffeur is dead"
"Oh." she said, chow horrible I!
! And you think that | can have
Oh, dead, how horrible! Poor
man!''
Her voice grew fainter. She
was standing opposite to Perenna,
close up against him. Pale and
swooning, she closed her eyes.
staggered.
He caught her in his arms as
che fell. She tried to release her.
self, but badnot the strength and
he laid her in a chair, while she
lnoaned, repeatedly:
Poor man! Poor mani"
Keeping one of his arms under
1.-THE girls head, he took a hand
kerchief in the other hand and
wiped her forehead, which was
wet with perspiration, and her
pallid cheeks, down which the
tears streamed.
She must have lost conscious
ness entirely, for she surrendered
herself to Perenna's cares without
the least resistance. And he,
making no further movement, be-
gan anxiously to examine the
mouth before his eyes, the mouth
with the lips usually 80 reel, now
bloodless and tiiscolored.
Gently passing ono Of his
fingers over each of them, with q
continuous pressure. he separted
them, as one separates the petals
Of = flower and the two rows Of
teeth appeared.
They were charming, beauti-
fully shaped, and beautifully
white; q little smaller perhaps
than Nine. Fauville' 3, perhaps also
arranged in q wider curve. But
what did he knowi Who could
say that their bite would not leave