Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1918-05-16

I declare 10 You that it's actually
III his hand written on the
4th OF January of this year to a
friend whose name we don't know.
though we shall dig him out some
how. that Ill swear. And this
friend will certainly give lis the
proofs we want"
MazerouX was becoming excited.
Proofs? Why. we dom need
them! They re here. Nj. Fauville
himself supplies them: The end is
al hand. L can sec ii in her eyes,
Her refers to his wife. to Marie
tauvillc, and the husbands evil
dcnce confirms all that we knew
against her. What do You say,
chief"
YOU'RE right" replied Peren-
na, absent mindedly, you re
night the letter is final. Only"
"Only what?"
WHO the devil can have
brought it? Somebody must have
entered the room last night while
we We're here. Is it possible? For,
after all, we should have heard.
That what astounds me-
lit certainly looks like it,"
Just so. 1t was a queer enough
job a fortnight ago. But, still, we
were in the passage outside, while
they were at work in here, where
us, this time, we were here, both of
us, close to this very table. And,
on this table, which had not the
least scrap of paper on it last
night, we find this letter in the
morning."
A careful inspection of the place
gave them no clue to put them on
the track. They went through the
house from top to bottom and
%ascertained for certain that there
was no one there in hiding. Be-
sides, supposing that any one was
hiding there, how could he have
made his way into the room with
out attracting their attention2
There was no solving the problem.
1--WE won't look any more"
said Perenna, cts no use. In
matters Of this sort, some day or
other the light enters by an un-
seen Granny and everything grad
ually become clear. Take the let
ter to the project of police, tell
him how we spent the night, and
ask his permission for both of us
to come back on the night of the
18th of April. There's to be an
other surprise that night; and I'm
dying to know if we shall receive
a second letter through the agency
of some Mahatma.'
They closed the doors and left
the house.
While they were walking to the
right, toward La Muette, in order
to take a taxi, Don Luis CHANGED
to turn his head to the road as
they reached the end of the Boule-
ward Suchet. A man rode past
them on a bicycle. Don Luis just
had time to see his clean shaven
face and his glittering eyes fixed
upon himself.
"Look out!" he shouted, push
ing Mazeroux so suddenly that the
sergeant lost his balance.
The man had stretched out his
hand, armed with a revolver. A
shot rang out. The bullet whistled
past the ears of Don Luis, who had
bobbed his head.
"After him!" he roared.
"You' cr not hurt, Mazeroux7"
"No, chief"
They both rushed. in pursuit,
shouting for assistance. But, at
that early hour, there are never
many people in the wide avenues
cl this part of the town. The man,
who was making off swiftly, in
creased his distance, turned down
the Rue -Feuillett, and dis
appeared.
"All right, You scoundrel, I'll
catch you yet!'' snarled Don Luis,
abandoning q vain pursuit.
But you don't even know who
he is, chief"
eyes, / do: it's he."
"Whoi"
"The man with the ebony stick.