The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1918-05-16

least scrap of paper on il last
night, we find this letter in the
morning"
A careful inspection of the place
gave them no clue to put them on
the track. They went through the
house from top to bottom and
ascertained for certain that there
was no one there in hiding. Be-
sides, supposing that any one was
hiding there, how could he have
made his way into the room with
out attracting their attention.
There was no solving the problem.
1--WE won't look any MORE
said Perenna, cts no use. In
matters Of this sort, some day or
other the light enters by an un-
seen Granny and everything grad
ually become clear. Take the let
ter to the project of police, tell
him how we spent the night, and
ask his permission for both of us
to come back on the night of the
25th Of April. There's to be an
other surprise that night; and I'm
dying to know if we shall receive
a second letter through the agency
of some Mahatma."
They closed the doors and left
the house.
While they were walking to the
right, toward La Muette, in order
to take a taxi, Don Luis CHANGED
to turn his head to the road as
they reached the end of the Boule-
ward Suchet. A man rode past
them on a bicycle. Don Luis just
had time to see his clean shaven
face and his g%littering eyes fixed
upon himself.
"Look outl" he shouted, push
ing Mazeroux SO suddenly that the
sergeant lost his balance.
The man had stretched out his
hand, armed with a revolver. A
shot rang out. The bullet whistled
past the ears of Don Luis, who had
bobbed his head.
"After him!" he roared.
"You'er not hurt, Mazerouxf"
"No, chief"
They both rushed in pursuit,
shouting for assistance. But, at
that early hour, there are never
many people in the wide avenues
CT this part Of the town. The man,
who was making off swiftly, in
creased his distance, turned down
the Rue Octave-Feuillett, and dis
appeared.
"All right, you scoundrel, I'll
catch you yeti" snarled Don Luis,
abandoning a vain pursuit.
"But you don't even know who
he is, chief"
eyes, / do it's he"
"Who3"
"The man with the ebony stick.
He's cut off his beard and shaved
his face, but / knew him for all
that. 1t was the man who was
taking pot shots at us yesterday
morning, from the top of his stairs
on the Boulevard Richard Wal
lace, the one who killed Inspector
Ancenis. The BLACKBOARD! How
did he know hat I had spent the
night at Fauville's7 Have l been
followed then and spied ONT But
by whom9 And why7 And howl"
Mazeroux reflected and said:
Remember, chief, you tele-
phoned to me in the afternoon to
give me an appointment. For all
you know, in spite of lowering
your voice, you may have been
heard by somebody at your
place"
Don Luis did not answer. He
thought of Florence.
;. That morning Don Luis letters
were not brought to him by Mile.
Levasseur, 0 did he send for her.
He caught sight Of her several
times giving orders to the new
servants. She must afterward have
gone back to her room, for he
did not see her again.
In the afternoon he rangs for
|. his car and drove to the house on
the Boulevard Suchet, to pursue
with Mazeroux by the projects
instructions, a search that led to
, no result whatever.
1t was 10 o'clock when he came
in. The detective sergeant and he
had some dinner together. After
ward, wishing also to examine the
, home of the man with the ebony
!, stick, he got into his car again,
still accompanied by Mazeroux,
and told the man to drive to the
Boulevard Richard Wallace.
The ear crossed the Seine and
, followed the right bank.
Faster" he said to his new