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CHAPTER SEVEN. (continued.)

J cts nothing" he said. "I'n
ell right. And you, Alexandre9 p
They helped the sergeant out
He had a few bruises and q little
pain, but no serious injury.
J Only the chauffeur had beer
thrown from his seat and lay mo
tionless on the pavement, bleeding
/ from the head. He was carried
into a chemist S shop and died in
10 minutes.
Mazeroux had gone in with the
poor victim and, feeling pretty
we'll stunned, had himself been
given a pick-me-up. When he
went back to the motor car he
found two policemen entering par.
ticulars of the accident in their
notebooks and taking evidence
from the bystanders; but the chief
was not there.
Perenna in fact had jumped into
q taxicab and driven home as fast
as he could. He got out in the
square, ran through the gateway,
crossed the courtyard, and went
down the passage that led to Mile.
Levasseur's quarters. He leaped
up the steps, knocked, and entered
without waiting for an answer.
The door Of the room that
served as a sitting room was
opened and Florence appeared. He
pushed her back into the room,
and said, in a tone furious with
Indignation:
Its done. The accident has
occurred. And yet none of the old
servants can have prepared it, be-
cause they were not there and be-
cause | was out with the car this
afternoon. Therefore, it must
have been late in the day, between
6 and 8 O'Clock, that somebody
went to the garage and filed
the steering rod three-quarters
through"
II don't understand. / don't
understand" she said, with a
scared look.
You understand perfectly well
that the accomplice of the ruffins
cannot be one of the new servants,
and you understand perfectly we'll
that the job was bound to succeed
and that it did succeed. beyond
their hopes. There is a victim,
who suffers instead Of myself"
"But tell me what has hap
pened, monsieur! You brighten
me! What accident9 What was
itq'',
"The motor car overturned. The
chauffeur is dead"
"Oh," she said, chow horrible
And you think that / can have
Oh, dead, how horrible! Poor
mM!"
Her voice grew fainter. She
was standing opposite to Perenna
close, up against him. Pale anc
swooning, she closed her eyes
staggered.
He caught her. in his arms az
she fell. She tried to release her
self, but had not the strength; ane
!, he laid her in q chair, while sht
noaned, repeatedly:
COR man! Poor mani"
Keeping one of his arms unde,
the girls head, he took a hand
kerchief in the other hand ant
wiped her forehead, which wa
wet with perspiration, and he
pallid cheeks, down which til,
teasastreamed.
She must have lost conscious
Moss entirely, for she SURRENDERED
hnself to Perenna's cares w1thou.
least resistance. And he
naking no further movement, be
- anxiounly to examine tn,
noisth.befAre his eyes, the mouth
- tie lips usually SO red, nov
lass and discolored.
9sntly pacing one Of Iii
AGers o5Ior eacllse Of them, with I
e~antinaons pressnre,~he separteG
them, as one separates the petals
of q Flower and the two rows Of
teeth appeared.
They were charming, beauti
fully shaped, and beautifully
white; . little smaller pethap.
than Mime. Fanville 8, perhaps also
arranged IN q wider curve. Blu
what did he knowf Who oonl6
sly that their bite would not leave
the same imprint Il was 90 i'm,
probable superstition, an impossi
BE miracle, he knew. And vet
tho circumstance were oil against
he girand pointed 10 her a. TIL
11ost daring, cruel implacable
and torriblle 0f cfiimsnsls s.s.
breathing became regular
aperosiivssaed hescool fragrance
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