The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1918-05-16

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-
lsides, supposing that any one was
hiding there, how could he have
made his way into the room with
out attracting their .attentionsfi
There was no solving the problem.
1--WE won t look any more, :.
said Percnna, s no use. En-
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
10Th of April. There IS to be an
other surprise that night; and / IN
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 Glanced
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. Il
Look out" he shouted, push
ing -Mazeroux so suddenly that the
sergeant. lost his balance.
The man had stretched out his
hand, armed with revolver. IA
shot rang out. The bullet whistled
past the ears of Don Luis, who had
bobbed his head.
After him he roared.
You er not hurt, Mazeroux ?
No, chief /"
They both rushed in pursuit,
shouting for assistance. But, at
that early hour, there are never
many people in the wide avenues
cf this part Of the town. The man,
who was making off swiftly, in
creased his distance, turned down
the Rue tave-Feuillett, and dis
appeared.
All right, you scoundrel, I'll.
catch you yet snarled Don Luis,
abandoning vain pursuit.
But you don t even know who
he is, chief. =
Yes, ] do 1T s he.
Whof Z"
The man with the ebony stick.
/ He S cut off his beard and shaved
his face, but I knew him for all
that. 1t was the man who was
taking pot shots at us yesterday
morning, from the top Of his stairs
on the Boulevard Richard-Wal-
lace, the one who killed Inspector
Ancenis. The blackguardi How
did he know that / had spent the
night at Fauville Is? Have I been
followed then and spied onq But
by whom And why And how9s..,
Mazeroux reflected and said:
Remember, chief, you tele-
phoned to me in the afternoon to.
give me an appointment. For I'LL
YOU know, in spite Of lowering
your voice, You may have been
heard by somebody at your
place,
DON Luis did not answer. He
thought Of Florence.
That morning Don Luis letters
were not brought TO him By M lie.
Levasseur, nor did he send FOR Her.
He caught sight of her several
times giving orders to- the new,
servants. She must afterward have
gone back to her room, for he
did not see her again.
IA the afternoon he ranes For.
his car and drove to the house on|
1.-The Boulevard Suchet to pursue
with Mazero BY the project III
linstruc tions, q search that led to-
no result whatever. h
Il was 10 clock when he came.
IN, The detective sergeant and he
had some dinner together. After
ward, wishing also to examine the;
home Of the man with the ebony
|stick, he got int his car again,