The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1918-10-31

Eyes; and he shut the door and
got into the drivers seat. / went
away then"
Before knowing which direc-
ton they tookfp rs
yes"
"Did you suspect on the way
that they thought that they were
being followed?'
Certainly. He did nothing
but put his head out of the win
dow"
odd the lady cry out at ALT"
"No."
Would you know him again
if you saw him?"
"No, I'm sure l shouldn't. At
Versailles it was dark. And this
morning | was too far away. Be-
sides, it's curious, but the first
time he struck me as very tall,
and this morning, on the contrary
he looked quite a short man, as
though bent in two. | cant un-
derstand it at ALL"
Don Luis reflected. 1t seemed
to him that he had asked all the
necessary questions. Moreover, a
gig drawn by a quick trotting
horse was approaching the cross
roads. There were two others be-
hind it. And the groups of peas
ants were now quite near. He
must finish the business. fn
He SAID to the chauffeur:
II can see by your face that
you intend to talk about me.
Don't do that, my man it would
be foolish of you. Here's a thous-
and franc note for you. Only, if
you blab, I'll make you repent it.
That's all | have to say to YOU"
He turned to Davanne, whose
machine was beginning to block
the traffic, and asked:
Can we start?'
Whenever you like. Where
are we golngY"
Paying no attention to the
movements of the people coming
from every side, Don Luis unfold
ed his map of France and spread
it out before him. He experienced
a few seconds of anxiety at see-
ing the complicated tangle of
roads and picturing the infinite
number of places to which the
villain might carry Florence. But
he pulled himself together. He
did not allow himself to hesitate.
He refused even to reflect.
He was determined to find out,
and to find out everything, at
once, without clues, without USE
less consideration, simply by the
marvellous intuition which invar-
iably guided him at any crisis in
his life.
And his self respect also re-
quired that he should give Davan-
ne his answer without delay, and
that the disappearance of those
whom he was pursuing should not
seem to embarrass him. With his
eyes glued to the map he placed
one finger on Paris ami another
on LIE Mans and, even before he
had asked himself why the scoun-
drel had chosen that Paris-Le
Mans-Angers route, he knew the
answer to the question.
The name of a town had struck
him and made the truth appear
like a flash Of lightning: Allen
con! Then and there, by the light
of his memory, he penetrated the
mystery.
He repeated:
"Wherc are we goingY Back
again, bearing to the left"
ANY particular place?"
"Alencon."
Cali right" said Davanne.
LEND a hand, some of you. l
can make an easy start from that
field just there
Don Luis and a few others
helped him, and the preparations
were soon made. Davenne tested
his engine. Everything was in
perfect order.
At that moment a powerful
racing car, with a siren yelling
like a vicious animal, came tear
ing along the Anglers road and
promptly stopped. Three men got
out and rushed up to the driver
of the yellow taxicab. Don Luis
recognized them. They were
Weber, the deputy chief, and the
men who had taken him to the
lookup the night before, sent by
the Project of Police to follow up
the scoundrcl' S tracks.
They had a brief interchange of
words with the cob driver, which
seemed to put them out /; and they
kept on gesticulating and plying
him with frpSh suastinpc while