The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1918-02-21

a. tonight
Hippolyte Fauville started.
"This evening! Then the time
has come But no, it's i'm
possible, they can't do anything to
me- yet. They are not ready
-
Inspector Verot declared, how
sver, that the double murder
would be committed tonight"
"No, Monster lie Prefet, he was
wrong there. know all about
1t. Tomorrow evening at the
earliest and we will catch
them in a trap. Oh, the
scoundrelsl"
Don Luis went up to him and
asked:
"Your mothers name was
Ermeline Roussel, was it not7"
eyes, Ermeline Roussel. She is
dead now"
"And she was from Saint
Etienne9"
yes. But why these ques-
hons9"
Monsieur lie Prefet will tell
you tomorrow. One word more"
He opened the cardboard box left
BY Inspector Verot." Does this
cake Of chocolate mean anything
20 youf These marks2"
"Oh, how awful" said the civil
engineer, in a hoarse tone.
Where did the inspector find
IT,"
He dropped into his chair again,
but only for a moment; then,
drawing himself up, he hurried
toward the door with a jerky step.
"I'm going, Monsieur lie Prefet,
I'm going. Tomorrow morning
III show you. I shall have
ell the proofs. 90 And the police
will protect me. 1 am i'll, I
know, but I want to live! I have
the right to live and my son,
too. And we will live. e."
Oh, the scoundrels -"
And he ran, stumbling out, like
. drunken man.
M. Desmalions rose hastily.
II shall have inquiries made
about that mans circumstances.
-" / shall have his house
watched. I've telephoned to the
detective office already. I'm ex-
pecting some one in whom I have
every confidence"
Don Luis said:
Monsieur lie Prefet, l beg you,
with an earnestness which you will
understand, to authorize me to
pursue the investigation. Cosmo
Mornington's will makes it my
duty and, allow me to say, gives
me the right to do SO. M. Eau
ville's enemies have given proofs
Of extraordinary cleverness and
daring. I want to have the honor
Of being at the post of danger to-
night, at M. Fauville' s house, near
his person.
The project hesitated. He was
bound to reflect how greatly to
Don Luis Perenna's interest it was
that none of the Mornington heirs
should be discovered, or at least be
able to come between him and the
millions of the inheritance. Was
II safe to attribute to a noble senti-
ment Of gratitude, to a lofty con-
ception of friendship and duty,
that strange longing to protect
Hippolyte Fauville against the
death that threatened him9
For some seconds M. Desmalions
watched that resolute face, those
intelligent eyes, at once innocent
and satirical, grave and smiling,
eyes through which you could GER
tainly not penetrate their owners
battling individuality, but which
nevertheless looked at you with an
expression of absolute frankness
and sincerity. Then he called his
secretary:
Has any II come from the
detective office?'
Yes, Monsieur lie Prefct Ser
geant Mazeroux is here
please have him shown in
And, turning to Perenna:
Sergeant Mazeroux is one Of
our smartest detectives. ! used to
employ him together with that
poor Verote when | wanted any
one more than ordinarily active
and sharp. lie will be of great use
to you
Sergeant Mazeroux entered. He
was a short, lean, why man, whose
dropping moustache, heavy eye
lids, watery eyes, and long. lank
hair gave him a most doleful APP
pearance.
"Mazeroux,' said the project,
"you will have heard, by this time,
of your comrade Vcrot's death and
Of the horrible circumstances at