Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1918-06-27

of the crime, of Marie IS arrest, or,
later, when an accusation was
brought against the man with the
ebony walking stick, of the search
that was being made for me-"
"Exactly!" declared Don Luis.
"You cannot pretend that the
man with the ebony walking stick,
the man who followed Inspector
Verot to the Cafe du Pont-Neuf
and purloined his letter."
81 am not the man," Sauverand
interrupted.
And, when Don Luis shrugged
his shoulders, he insisted, in a
more forcible tone of voice:
81 am not that man. There is
some inexplicable mistake in all
this, but | have never set foot in
the Cafe du Pont-Neuf. | swear
it. You must accept this state
ment as positively true. Besides,
it agrees entirely with the retired
life which | was leading from
necessity and from choice. And,
L repeat, / know nothing.
"The thunderbolt was unex-
pected. And it was precisely for
this reason, you must understand,
that the shock produced in me an
equally unexpected reaction, a
state of mind Numerically OPP
posed to my real nature, an out
burst Of my most savage and prim-
tive instincts. Remember, Mon
sieur, that they had laid hands
upon what to me was the most
sacred thing on earth. Marie was
in prison. Marie was accused of
committing two murders! IL
went mad.
"At first controlling myself,
playing a part with the Project
OF Police, then overthrowing
every obstacle, shooting Chief In
spector Ancenis, shaking off Ser
geant Mazeroux, jumping from
the window, [ had only one.
thought in my head-that of es-
cape. Once free, l should save
Marie. Were there people in my
way? SO much the worse for
them.
"By what right did those peo-
pie dare to attack the most blame
less of women? | killed only one
man that day! | would have
killed 20! What was Chief In
spector Ancenis' life to me? What.
cared ! for the lives of any of
those wretches? They stood be-
tween Marie and myself; and
Marie was in PRISON."
CASTOR Sauvcrand made an eff
fort which contracted every
muscle OF his face to recover the
GOODNESS that was gradually leav-
ing him. He succeeded in doing
so, but his voice, nevertheless, re-
manned tremulous, and the fever
with which he was consumed
shook his frame in a manner
which he was unable to conceal.
He continued:
"At the corner of the street
down which L turned after out
distancing the Projects men on
the Boulevard Richard Wallace,
Florence saved me just as | be-
lieved that all was lost. Florence
had known everything for a fort
night past. She learned the news
of the double murder from the
papers, those papers which she
used to read out to you, and which
you discussed with her. And it
was by being with you, by listen
ing to you, that she acquired the
opinion which everything that
happened tended to confirm: the
opinion that Marie's enemy, her
only enemy, was yourself
"But why? Why?"
Because she saw you at work."
exclaimed Sauverand, "because it
was more to your interest than to
that of any one else that first
Marie and then | should not come
between you and the Mornington
inheritance, and lastly"
"What?"
CASTOR Sauverand hesitated and
then said, plainly:
Hastily, because she knew your
real name beyond a doubt, and be-
cause she felt that Arsene Lupin
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