The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1918-02-28

that reason, from collecting proofs
which | need in order to confound
them"
"Can you explain--7"
"No, l cannot Tomorrow,
tomorrow morning-not before"
"And if it's too late9" Don
Luis interjected.
"Too latef Tomorrow"
Inspector Verot told M. Des-
nations secretary that the two
murders would take place tonight.
He said it was fatal and irrevoca-
ble."
Tonight" cried Fauville
angrily. II tell you no! Not to-
night. I'm sure of that. There are
things which I know, aren't there,
which you do notY"
YES" retorted Don Luis, "but
there may also be things which In
spector Verot knew and which you
don't know. He had perhaps
learned more Of your enemies sec
rets than you did. The proof is
that he was suspected, that a man
carrying an ebony walking stick
was seen watching his movements,
that, lastly, he was killed"
Hippolyte Fauville's self assur-
ance decreased. Perenna took ad-
vantage of this to insist /; and he in
sisted to such good purpose that
Fauville, though without with
drawing from his reserve, ended
by yielding before a will that was
stronger than his own.
"Well, but you surely don't in
tend to spend the night in heref"
eve do indeed"
"Why, it's ridiculous It's sheer
waste of time! After all, looking at
things from the worst And
what do you want besides9"
Who lives in the housed"
"Who? My wife, to begin with.
She has the first floor"
"Mme. Fauville is not threat
ened?"
mo, not at all. It's l who am
threatened with death; | and my
son Edmund. That is why, for the
past week, instead of sleeping in
my regular bedroom, | have locked
myself up in this room. / have Civ
en- my work a a pretext; a guam
tity Of writing which keeps me up
very late and for which | need my
sons assistance
Docs he sleep here, them"
"He sleeps above us, in a little
room which | have had arranged
for him. The only access to it is
by this inner staircase"
lis he there now?"
Yes, he's asleep"
How old is he?'
Sixteen"
But the fact that you have
changed your room shows that you
feared some one would attack you.
Whom had you in mindq An enc
my living i'll the house2 One of
your servantsY Or people from
the outsider In that case, how
could they get in? The whole ques-
ton lies in that"
Tomorrow, tomorrow re-
piled Fauville, obstinately. Il will
explain everything tomorrow
why not tonightP" Perenna
persisted.
Because | want proofs, | tell
you; because the mere fact of my
talking may have terrible conse-
queensland l am frightened /;
yes, I'm frightened"
He was trembling, in fact, and
looked so wretched and terrified
that Don Luis insisted no longer.
Every WE'LL" he said, Il will
only ask your permission, for my
comrade and myself to spend the
night where we can hear you if
you call
"As you please, monsieur. Per-
haps, after all, that will be best"
AT that moment one of the serv-
ants knocked and came in to say
that his mistress wished TO see the
master before she went out. Mad
anne Fauville entered almost i'm
mediatcIy. She bowed pleasantly
as Peremna and Mazeroux rose
from their chairs.
She was u woman between 30
and 80. a woman of a bright and
smiling beauty, which she owed to
her blue eyes. to her wavy hair. to
all the charm of her rather vapid
but amiablc and very pretty face.
She wore a long, figured silk cloak
over an evening dress that showed
her fine shoulders.
Her husband said, in surprise !:
care you going out tonight
You forget" she said. "The
Auvcrards offered me a seat in
their box at the opera; and you
yourself asked me to look in at