The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1918-08-01
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MAURICE LEBLANC
TRANSLATED By III
TEIXEIRA DE MATTOS
CHAPTER TWELVE. tcontinued.)

~ SAS thS
ssBear in mind that the explosion
- independent of the letters
And, as the explosion was put
down for the night Of the 25th OF
Nay, it would occur that very
night, at 8 o'clock in the morn.
ing!
"Help! Help!" he cried.
This time he did net hesitate.
30 far, he had had the courage to
1emain huddled in his prison and
20 wait for the miracle that might
come to his assistance but he pre-
ferred to face every danger and
undergo every penalty rather than
abandon the project of police,
Weber, Mazeroux, and their com.
psnions to the death that threat
psned them.
"Help Helpl"
Fauville' s house would be blown
up in three or four hours. That
no knew with the greatest GER
-tainty. Just as punctually as the
mysterious letters had reached
their destination in spite of all the
obstacles in the way, SO the explo-
sion would occur at the hour
namcd. The Internal artificer of
the accursed work had wished it
90. At 8 o'clock in the morning
there would be nothing left Of the
Eauville' s house.
~Help! Help!"
He recovered enough strength
20 raise desperate shouts and to
make his voice carry beyond the
stones and beyond the wainscot-
ing.
Then, when there seemed to be
40 answer to his call, he stopped
and listened for a long time.
There was not a sound. The 81
1ence was absolute.
1hereupon a terrible anguish
covered him with a cold sweat.
Surprising the detectives had
ceased to watch the upper floors
.rnd confined themselves to spend
Ing the night in the rooms on the
ground floorf
He madly took a brick and
struck 1t repeatedly against the
stone that closed the entrance,
hoping that the noise would
spread through the house. But an
avalanche Of small stones, loos-
lencd by the blows, at once fell
upon him, knocking him down
again and fixing him where he
lay.
"Help! Help!"
More silence a great, ruthless
"Help! Help!"
He felt that his shouts did not
penetrate the walls that stifled
him. Besides, his voice was grow
ing fainter and fainter, producing
q hoarse groan that died away in
his strained throat.
He ceased his cries and again
listened, with all his anxious at
'tention, to the great silence that
surrounded as with layers of lead
the stone coffin in which he lay
imprisoned. Still nothing, not a
sound. No one would come, no
one could come to his assistance.
He continued to be haunted by
3Norence's name and image. And
he thought also of Marie Fauville,
whom he had promised to save.
But Marie would die of starvation.
And, like her, like Castor Sau-
verand and so many others, he in
his turn was the victim of this
asnonstrous horror.
An incident occurred to in
crease his dismay. All of a sudden
his electric lantern, which he had
deft alight to dispel the terrors of
the darkness,went out. It was
Ill O'Clock at night.
He was overcome with a fit of
Ziddiness. He could hardly
breathe. in the close and vitiated
mir. His brain suffered, as it were,
n physical and exceedingly pain
ful ailmcnt, from the repetition Of
images that seemed to encrust
themselves there; and it was al
ways Norence's beautiful fea-
stzres or Marie's livid face. And.
I'm his distraught brain, while Ma
!xie lay dying, he heard the ex.
plosiops at the Fauvilles' house
and say the Project of Police and
Maxeroux dying hideously mutt
lated, dead.
"A numbness crept over him. He
xeil into a sort Of swoon, in which
Ae discontinued to stammer confused