The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1918-08-01

the ridiculous question as because
he had really recognized Don
Luis voice beyond mistake.
"Well9" he said, controlling
himself. whats all this aboutf
Where are you9"
cat my house, above the iron
curtain, in the ceiling of my
study"
I'm the ceiling!" repeated the
Project, not knowing what to
think.
eyes; and more or less done
for, I confess"
We'll send and help you OUT"
said N. Desmalions, who was be-
ginning to enjoy himself.
Later on, Monsieur lie Prefet.
First answer me. Quickly! If
not, | don t know that I shall have
the strength. What's the timef"
cob, look here!"
II beg of you"
cts 20 minutes to 81"
1t was as though Don Luis
found renewed strength in a sud
den fit of fear. His weak voice
recovered it's emphasis. and, by
turns imperious, despairing, and
beseeching, full Of a conviction
which he did his utmost to impart
to NJ. Desmalions, he said:
$50 away, Monsieur lie Prefet!
Go, all of you; leave the house.
The house will be blown up at 3
clock. Yes, yes, I swear it will.
Ten days after the fourth letter
means now, because there has
been a ten days delay in the de-
livery of the letters. 1t means
now, at 8 o'clock in the morning.
Remember what was written on
the sheet which Deputy Chief
Weber handed you this morning:
The explosion is independent Of
the letters. It will take place at
3 o'clock in the morning. At
o clock in the morning, today,
Monsieur lie Prefet!" The voice
faltered and then continued:
$50 away, please. Let no one
remain in the house. You must
believe me. / know everything
about the business. And nothing
can prevent the threat from being
executed. Go, go, go! This is
horrible; / feel that you do not
believe me-and I have no
strength left. Go away, every
one Of you'll
He said a few more words
M. Desmalions could not
make out. Then the voice ceased;
and, though the Project still heard
it seemed to him that those
cries were distant, as though the
instrument were no longer within
reach of the mouth that
uttered them.
He hung up the receiver.
Gentlemen he said, with a
smile, it is IL minutes to 3. In
Il minutes we shall all be blown
up together. At least, that is
what our good friend Don Luis
.erenna declares"
In spite Of the jokes with which
his threat was met, there was a
general feeling Of uneasiness.
Weber asked:
Was it really Don Luis, Mon
,ieur lie Prefetf"
don Luis in person. He has
gone to-earth in some hiding hole
his house, above the study and
his fatigue and p~rivations seem
10 have unsettled him a little.
60 and ferret him out
this is just some fresh
trick on his part. You have your
Sergeant Mazeroux went up to
Desmalions. His face was
pallid.
Monsieur le Prefet, did he tell
you that we were going to be
blown upi"
MHfr7-~MF ~
The did. He relies on the note
M. Weber found in q
volume Of Shakespeare. The ex-
plosion is to take place tonight,
At 8 o'clock in the morning ~
AT 8 clock IN the morning
that is to say, in less than q guar.
ter Of an hour.
And do you propose to re-
main, Monsieur lie Prefet?n
What next, Sergeantf Do
you imagine that we are going to
obey that gentleman fanciesi ~
Mazeroux staggered, hesitated,
and then, despite all his natural
Difference, unable to contain him
sell, exclaimed:
~ IS 80 D~ne4 AfExSsE4