Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1918-04-25

project Of police, followed by the
deputy chief, covered the second
flight and came to a third, which
was narrower and sleeper. When
he reached the bend, a man s body,
staggering above him, fell into his
arms: it was Mazeroux, wounded.
On the stairs lay another body,
.lifeless, that of Chief Inspector An
GEMS.
Above them, in the frame of a
small doorway, stood CASTOR Sau-
verand, with a savage look on his
face and his arm outstretched. He
fired a fifth shot at random. Then,
seeing the project of police, he
took deliberate aim.
The project stared at that terri
flying barrel levelled at his face
and gave himself up for lost. But,
at that exact second, a shot was
discharged from behind him, Sau-
yerand's weapon fell from his
hand before he was able to fire,
and the project saw, as in a dream,
a man, the man who had saved his
life, striding across the chief in
spector's body, propping Maze
roux against the wall, and darting
ahead, followed by the detectives.
He recognized the man it was Don
Luis Perenna.
Don Luis stepped briskly into
the garnet where Sauverand had
retreated, but had time only to
catch sight of him standing on
the window ledge and leaping
into space from the third floor.
Has he jumped from there?"
cried the project, fastening up.
eve shall never capture him
alive!"
Neither alive nor dead, Mon
sieur lie Prefet. See, he's picking
himself up. There's a providence
which looks after that sort. He's
making for the gate. He s hardly
limping."
But where are my menY"
Why, they're all on the stair
case, in the house, brought here by
the shot, seeing to the wounded"
"Oh, the demon!'' muttered the
project. He's played a mastery
CAMEL"
CASTOR Sauverand, in fact, was
escaping unmolested.
"Stop him! Stop him!'' roared
M. Desmalions.
There were two motors standing
beside the pavement, which is
very wide at this spot: the pre-
fect's own car, and the cab which
the deputy chief had provided for
the prisoner. The two chauffeurs,
sitting on their seats, had noticed
nothing Of the fight. But they saw
Castor Sanverand's leap into
space and the project $ chauffeur,
on whose seat a certain number of
discriminating articles had been
placed, taking out of the heap the
first weapon that offered, the
ebony walking stick, bravely
rushed at the fugitive.
Stop him! Stop him!'' shouted
M. Destinations.
The encounter took place at the
exit from the court yard. It did
not last long. Sauverand flung
himself upon his assailant,
snatched the stick from him, and
broke it across his face. Then,
without dropping the handle, he
ran away, pursued by the othe,
chauffeur and by three detectives
who at last appeared from the
house. He had 80 yards start OF
the detectives, one Of whom fired
several shots at him without effect,
When M. Desmalions and Weber
went downstairs again, they found
the chief inspector lying on the bed
in CASTOR Sauyerand's room on
the second floor, gray in the face.
lie had been hit on the head and
was dying. A few minutes late,
he was dead.
Sergeant Mazeroux, whose
wound was only slight, said. while
it was being dressed, that Sauve.
rand had taken the chief inspecto,
and himself up to the garnet, and
that, outside the door, he had
dipped his hand quickly into an
old satchel hanging on the wall
among some servants wornonl
aprons and jackets. He drew out
q revolver and fired point blank
at the chief inspector. who
dropped like a log. When seized
by Mazeroux, the murderer 70
leased himself and fired three bnl.
lets, the third Of which hit the aer.
geant in the shoulder.
And SO, in a fight in which thu
police had q band Of experienced
detectives at their disposal. while
1.-THE enemy, q prisoner, seemed &