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

the wall of the room. They have
put a straightjacket on her. But
she is refusing all food. 1t is my
duty to save her."
"How3"
"By handing over the real
criminal. I shall inform the mag
istrate in charge of the case and
this evening I shall bring you
Florence Levasseur dead or
alive" :
"And Sauverand9"
"Sauverand9 That won't take
long. Unless"
"Unless what9"
"Unless I settle his business
myself, the miscreantl
"Chiefl"
ooh, dry up!"
There were some reporters near
them waiting for particulars. He
recognized them and went up to
them.
"You can say, gentlemen, that
from today / am taking up the de-
Tense of Marie Fauville and de-
voting myself entirely to her
cause
They all protested was it not
he who had had Nine Fauville ar
rested7 Was it not he who had col
lected a heap Of convicting proofs
against herf
81 shall demolish those proofs
one by one," he said. "Marie Eau
vile is the victim of wretches who
have Matched the most diabolical
plot against her, and whom I am
about to deliver up to justice"
"But the teeth! The marks Of
the teeth"
"a coincidence! An unparal-
leled coincidence, bat one which
now strikes me as a most powerful
proof Of innocence. l tell you
that, if Marie Fauville had been
clever enough to commit all those
murders, she would also have been
clever enough not to leave behind
her a fruit bearing the marks Of
her two rows of teeth"
"But still"
"She is innocent! And that Is
what l am going to tell the ex-
aiming magistrate. She must be
informed Of the efforts that are
being made in her favor. She must
be given hope at once. If not, the
poor thing will kill herself and
her death will be on the con-
science of all who accused an in
nocent woman. She must"
AT that moment he interrupted
himself. His eyes were fixed on
one Of the journalists who was
a little way off listening
to him and taking notes.
He whispered to Mazeroux:
could you manage to find out
that beggar's name? / can't re-
member where on earth I've seen
him before"
But an usher now opened the
door Of the examining magistrate,
who, on receiving Don Perenna's
card, had asked to see him at
once. He stepped forward and
was about to enter the room with
Mazeroux, when he suddenly
turned to his companion with a
cry of rage:
"It's he! 1t was Sauverand in
Stop him! He's made
off. Run, can't you?"
He himself darted away fol-
by Mazeroux and a number
Of warders and journalists. He
soon outdistanced them, so that,
three minutes later, he heard no
one more behind him. He had
rushed down the staircase of the
''Mousetrap," and through the
leading from one court
yard to the other. Here two peo-
pie told him that they had met a
man walking at a smart pace.
The track was a false one. He
became aware of this, hunted
about, lost a good deal of time,
and managed to discover that
Sauverand had left by the Boule-
yard du Palais and joined a very
pretty, fair haired woman-Flor-
ence Levasseur, obviously-on the
Quai de l'Horloge. They had both
got into the motor bus that runs
from the Place Caint-M Michel to
the Care Saint azare.
Don Luis went back to a lonely
little street where he had left his
car in the charge of a boy. He
set the engine going and drove at
full speed to the Care Saint
Lazare. From the omnibus shelter
he went off on a fresh track which
also proved to be wrong, lost quite
another hour, returned to the ter
minus, and ended by learning for
certain that Florence had stepped
by herself into a motor bus which
take her toward the Place
du Palais-B Bourbon. Contrary to