Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1918-04-25

volumes piled upon the table.
They were scientific books,
among which he noticed works on
chemistry: "Organic Chcmistry''
and "Chemistrv Considered in Its
Relations with electricity" They
were all covered with notes in the
margins. He was turning over the
pages Of one Of them, when he
seemed to hear shouts.
The prefcct rushed to the door,
but had not crossed the threshold
when a pistol shot echoed down the
staircase and there was a yell of
pain.
Immediately after came two
more shots, accompanied by cries,
the sounds of Il struggle, and yet
another shot.
Tearing upstairs, four steps at a
time, with an agility not to be ex-
pectcd from a man of his build, the
project of police, followed by the
deputy chief, covered the second
flight and came to a third, which
was narrower and sleeper. When
he reached the bend, a mans body,
staggering above him, fell into his
arms: it was M%azeroux, wounded.
On the stairs lay another body,
lifeless. that of Chief Inspector An
cenis.
Above them, in the frame of a
small doorway, stood CASTOR Sau-
yerand, with a savage look on his
face and his arm outstretched. He
fired a fifth shot at random. Then,
seeing the project of police, lie
took deliberate aim.
The project stared at that terri
flying barrel levelled at his face
and gave himself up for lost. But,
at that exact second, a shot was
discharged from behind him, Sau-
verand's weapon fell from his
hand before he was able to fire,
and the project saw, as in a dream,
a man, the man who had saved his
life, striding across the chief in
spector's body, propping Maze
roux against the wall, and darting
ahead, followed by the detectives.
He recognized the man it was Don
Luis Perenna.
Don Luis stepped briskly into
the garnet where Sauverand had
retreated, but had time only to
catch sight of him standing OFF
the window ledge and leaping
into space from the third floor.
HAS he jumped from there2"
cried the project, fastening up.
eve shall never capture him
alive!"
"Neither alive nor dead, Mon
sieur lie Prefet. See, he's picking
himself up. There's a providence
which looks after that sort. He's
making for the gate. He's hardly
limping."
"But where are my men?"
why, they're all on the stair
case, in the house, brought here by
the shot, seeing to the wounded"
"Oh, the demon!" muttered the
project. "He's played a mastery
camel"
CASTOR sauverand, in fact, was
escaping unmolested.
stop him! Stop him!!" roared
NJ. Desmalions.
There were two motors standing
beside the. pavement, which is
very wide at this spot: the pre-
fect's own car, and the cab which
the deputy chief had provided for
the prisoner. The two chauffeurs,
sitting on their seats, had noticed
nothing of the fight. But they saw
CASTOR Sauverand's leap into
space; and the project + s chauffeur,
on whose seat q certain number Of
discriminating articles had been
placed, taking out of the heap the
first. weapon that offered, the
ebony walking stick, bravely
rushed at the fugitive.
--"Stop him! Stop hint" shouted
II. Desmalions.
The encounter took place at the
exit from the court yard. e did
not last long. Sauverand flung
himself upon his assailant,
snatched the stick from him. and
broke it across his face. Then,