The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1918-05-30
to his interest also to remain in
the background?

To all these questions Marie
Fauville replied in the most I'M
expected manner, though it was
one that fully accorded with her
threats. "A week later, after a
long cross-eXamination at which
she was pressed for the-name of
her husbands old friend and at
which she maintained the most
stubborn silence, together with a
sort Of inertia, she returned to her
cell in the evening and opened
the veins in her wrist with a piece
Of glass which she had managed
to hide.
Don Luis heard the news from
Mazeroux, who came to tell him
of it before 8 o'clock the next
morning, just as he was getting
out of bed. The sergeant had a
travelling bag in his hand and
was on his way to catch a train.
Don Luis was greatly upset.
SIS she dead7" he exclaimed.
"No. 1t seems that she has
one more let-off. But what's the
goodf"
Glow do you mean, what s the
good7"
"Shell do it again, Of course
She's set her mind upon it. And
one day or another"
"Did she volunteer no confes-
sion, this time either, before max
ing the attempt on her life7"
"No, she wrote a few words on
a scrap of paper, saying that, on
thinking it over, she advised us to
ask a certain M. Langernault
about the mysterious letters. He
was the only friend that she had
known her husband to possess, or
at any rate the only one whom he
would have called, MY dear
friend This M. Langernault
could do no more than prove. her
innocent and explain the terrible
misunderstanding Of which she
was a victim"
"But," said Don Luis, eff
there is anyone to prove her in
nocent, why does she begin by
opening her veins9"
"She doesn't care, she says.
Her life is done for and what she
wants is rest and death"
"Rest9 Rest7 There are other
ways in which she can find it be-
sides death. If the discovery of
the truth is to spell her safety,
perhaps the truth is not impos-
sible to discover"
'"What are you saying, Chief
Have You guessed aything7 Are
you beginning to understands
eyes, very vaguely, but, all the
same, the really unnatural ac-
curacy of those letters seems to
me a sign"
He reflected for a moment and
continued:
Have they reexamined the
erased addresses of the three let
tersY"
eyes, and they managed to
make out the name of LANCER
nault."
"Where does this Langernault
live?"
According to Nine. Fauville,
at the village Of Damigni, in the
Orme."
"Have the deciphered the word
Damigni on one Of the letters?''
"No, but they have the name
Of the nearest town"
"What town is that"
"Alcenon."
"And is that where you re GO
ing
Eyes, the project of police told
me to go straightaway. l shall
take the train at the Invalides.'
"You mean you will come with
me in my motor"
"Ehf"
"What are you talking about,
Chief"
Nothing, l. know"
Half an hour later they were
flying along the Versailles road.
Perenna himself was driving his
open car and driving it in such a
way the M~azeroux, almost sitting
kept hurting out at intervals:
"Lord, what a pace! Dash it
all, how you're letting it go,
Chief! Aren't you afraid of a
smash9 Remember the other
day"
They reached Alencon in time
for lunch. When they had done,
they went to the chief post office.
Nobody knew the name of Lang
ernault there. Besides, Damigni
had it's own post office, though
the presumption was that NJ.
L%angernault had his letters adj
dressed postc restante at Alencon.
Don Luis and Mazerou went on
IN the village of Damipni Hero