The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1918-06-20

"Come on" he said to himself.
"The fellows score is settled
and so is his young lady's. They
can choose between the bullets in
my revolver and the handouts of
the police"
He had ceased to think Of his
motor standing ready below. He
no longer dreamed Of flight with
Florence. If he did not kill the
two-of them, the law would lay its
hand upon them, the hand that
does not let go. And perhaps it
was better so, that society itself
should punish the two criminals
whom he was about to hand over
to it.
He shut the door, pushed the
bolt, faced his two prisoners again
and, taking a chair, said to Sauve-
rand:
"Let us talk"
Owing to the narrow dimen-
sions Of the room they were all
so close together that Lon Luis
felt as if he were almost touching
the man whom he loathed from
the very bottom Of his heart.
Their two chairs were hardly a
yard asunder. A long table,
covered with books, stood be-
tween them and the windows,
which, followed out of the very
wall, formed a recess, as is usual
in old houses.
Florence had turned her chair
away from the light, and Don
Luis could not see her face clearly.
But he looked straight into Gas
ton Sauverand's face and watched
it with eager curiosity; and his
anger was heightened by the
sight Of the still youthful feat
ures, the expressive mouth, and
the intelligent eyes,, which were
fine in spite Of their hardness.
"Well9 Speak," said Don Luis,
in a commanding tone. 81 have
agreed to a truce, bat a momen-
tary truce, just long enough to
say what is necessary. Are you
afraid now that the time has ar
rivedH Do you regret the step
which you have taken9"
The man smiled calmly and
said:
II am afraid of nothing, and l
do not regret coming, for 1 have
a very strong intuition that we
can, that we r bound to, come
to an understanding"
can understandings" protest
ed Don Luis with a start.
"Why mott"
ga compact! An alliance be-
tween you and mel"
why notY 1t is a thought
which | had already entertained
more than once, which took a
more precise shape in the magis-
trates' corridor, and which finally
decided me when l read the an
nouncement which you caused to
be made i'll the special edition of
this paper: Sensational d~eclara-
ton by Don Luis Perenna. Nine.
Fauville is innocent!
CASTOR Sauverand half rose
from his chair and, carefully
picking his words, emphasizing
them with sharp gestures, he
whispered:
Everything lies, monsieur, in
those four words. Do those four
words which you have written,
which you have uttered publicly
and solemnly-'Mme. Fauville is
innocent'-do they express your
real mind?. Do you now abso-
lutely believe in Marie Fauville's
innocence?''
Don Luis shrugged his shout
ders.
"Mme. Gauville' s innocence has
nothing to do with the case. 1t is
a question not of her, but Of you,
OF you two and myself. So come
straight to the point and as
quickly as you can. 1t is to your
interest even more than to mine"
$50 our INTEREST,""
"You forget the third heading
to the article" cried Don Luis.
81 did more than proclaim Marie
Fauville's innocence. l also an
nounced--read for yourself-The
imminent arrest of the Grim
inals.'
Sauverand and Florence rose
together, with the same unguard-
ed movement.
"And, in your view, the Grim
inals are--?' asked Sauverand.
why, you know as we'll as l
do: they are the man with the
ebony walking stick, who at any
rate cannot deny having MUIR
dered Chief Inspector Aneenis,
and the woman who is his accom-
plice in all his crimes. Both of
$500.