Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1918-06-27

because the truth lies hidden
in that story"
"But that truth is your inno-
cence, isn't it?"
cit is Marie's innocence"
"But | don't dispute it!"
"What is the use of that if you
can t prove it?'
EXACTLY! It's for you to give
me proofs"
81 have none"
"What!!"
81 tell you, | have no proof of
what am asking you to believe"
"Then | shall not believe it!'
cried Don Luis angrily. "No, and
again no! Unless you supply me
with the most convincing proofs,
| shall refuse to believe a single
word of what you are going to tell
me-"
"You have believed everything
that have told you so far"
S%auverand rctorted very simply.
Don Luis offered no denial. He
turned his eyes to Florence Levas-
seur; and it seemed to him that
she was looking at him with less
aversion, and as though she were
wishing with all her might that he
would not resist the impressions
that We're forcing themselves upon
him. He muttered:
go on with your story"
And there was something really
strange about the attitude of those
two men, one making his explana-
ton in precise terms and i'm such a
way as to give every word it's full
value, the other listening atten-
lively and weighing every one of
those words; both controlling
their excitement both as calm i'm
appearance as though they were
seeking the philosophical solution
in a case OF conscience. What was
going on outside did not matter.
What vas to happen presently did
not count.
Before all. whatever the conse-
quences of their inactivity at this
moment when the circle of the po-
lice was closing in around them,
before all it was necessary that
one should speak and the other
listen.
"We r. coming" said SAWYER
and, in his grave voice, Swe are
coming to the most important
events, to those Of which the in
depreciation, which is new to you,
but strictly true, will make you
believe in our faith. Ill luck hav-
ing brought me across Hippolyte
Fauville's path in the course of
one of my walks in the Bots, |
took the precaution of changing
my abode and went to live i'm the
little house on the Boulevard
Richard-Wallace, where Florence
came to see me several times.
II was even careful to keep her
visits a secret and, moreover, to
refrain from corresponding with
her except through the poste
restante. l was therefore quite
easy in my mind.
81 worked in perfect solitude
and in complete security. | ex-
pected nothing. No danger, no pos
sibility of danger, threatened us.
And, | may say, to use a common
place but very accurate express
sion, that what happened came as
an absolute bolt from the blue. /
heard at the same time, when the
Project of Police and his men
broke into my house and pro-
ceeded to arrest me, l heard at
the same time and for the first
time of the murder of Hippolyte
Fauville, the murder of Edmond,
and the arrest of my adored
Marie"
Impossible - cried Don Luis,
in a renewed tone of aggressive
wrath. Impossible! Those facts
were a fortnight old. 1 cannot
allow that you had not heard Of
them"
"Through whomf"
Through the papers," ex-
claimed Don Luis. "And, more
certainly still, through Mile. Lee
vasseur.'
Through the papersi' said
|SauYerand. 81 never used to read