Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1918-05-09

cowardly poison which kills by
stealth, which they put in M,
water today and which they will
put in my food tomorrow. And
next it will be the dagger and then
the revolver and then the rope, no
matter which, so long as I disap-
pear; for that is what they want
to get rid of me.
81 am the adversary, I am the
man they're afraid of, the man
who will discover the secret one
day and pocket the millions which
they're after. | ann the in%terloper.
l stand mounting guard over the
Mornington inheritance. 1T my
turn to suffer. Four victims are
dead already. | shall be the fifth.
So Castor S%auvcrand has decided
CASTOR Sauvcrand or some one
else who's managing the bust
ness"
Pcrenna' S eyes narrowed.
1.-The accomplicc is here, i'm this
house, in the midst of everything.
by my side. He is lying in wait for
me. He is following every step
take. de is living in my shadow.
He is waiting for the time and
place to strike me. Well, / have
had enough of it. [ want to know.
L will know, and l shall know.
Who is he?"
The girl had moved back a little
way and was leaning against the
round table. He took another step
forward and, with his eyes still
fixed on hers, looking in that i'm
mobile face for d quivering sign of
fear or anxiety, he repeated. with
greater violence:
"Who is the accompliceg Who
IN the house has sworn to take my
life?'
81 don't know" she said. n
don't know. Perhaps there is no
plot, as you think, but just a series
OF chance coincidences-
He felt inclined to say to her,
with his habit of adopting Il
familiar tone toward those whom
he regarded as his a~dversaries:
"You're lying, dearie, YOUR
lying. The accomplice is yourself,
my beauty. You alone overheard
my conversation Oh the telephone
with Mazeroux, you alone can
have gone to CASTOR Sauyerand's
assistance, waited for him i'm a
motor at the corner of the boule-
ward, and arranged with him to
bring the top half of the walking
stick here. You're the beauty that
wants to kill me, for some reason
which l do not know. The hand
that strikes me i'm the dark is
yours, sweetheart"
But it was impossible for him to
treat her in this fashion; and he
was so much exasperated at not
being able to proclaim his GER
tainty in words of anger and in
dlgnatlon that he took her fingers
and twisted them violently, while
his look and his whole attitude ac-
cused the girl even more forcibly
than the bitterest words.
He mastered himself and re-
leased his grip. The girl freed
herself with a quick movement.
indicating repulsion and hatred.
Don Luis said:
VERY we'll. I will question the
servants. If necessary | shall dis
miss any whom l suspect"
No, don't do that she said
eagerly. "You mustn't. / know
them ALL"
Was she going to defend them /?
Was she yielding to a scruple of
conscience at the moment when
her obstinacy and duplicity were
on the point Of: causing her to sac
rifice a set of servants whose con-
duct she knew to be beyond re-
proach. Don Luis received the i'm
preston that the glance which she
threw at him contained an appeal
for pity. But pity for whomY For
the others? Or for herself?
They were silent for a long time.
Don Luis, standing a few steps
away from her, thought of the
photograph, and was surprised to
find in the real woman all the
beauty of the portrait, all that