The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1919-07-03
CHAPTER IIl-continued.

| pockets. l cared nothing VINO ne was,
and did not want to know. My sole
desire was to ac1ult Jacqueline of his
death, In the worlds eyes.
That he had come deservedly by II
| I was positive.
Four o'clock was striking while I
was climbing back into the room
again. Jacqueline lay on the bed in
the same position; she had not stirred
during that hour.
took the knife from the floor
where had flung 1t, scrubbed II, and
placed II In my suitcase. Then !
scrubbed the floor clean, afterward
rubbing II with soiled rag to make
Its appearance uniform.
| thought I had finally removed all
traces of the affair; but, coming back.
| perceived something upon the floor
which had escaped my notice. 1t was
the leather collar of the Eskimo dog.
with It's big silver studs and the maxi
er's silver name plate.
| All this while the animal had re-
manned perfectly quiet in the room
crouching at JacQueline's feet and be-
side the bed.
came to the conclusion tina, there
might have been struggle; that 1t
had run to Its mistress's assistance.
md that the collar had been torn
| from II by the dead man.
I picked the collar up and carried
II into the next room and held 1t I'M
der the light. The letters Of the
makers name were almost obliterated,
but after careful study was able
to make them out. The name was
Maclay & Robitaille. and the place of
manufacture Quebec. This confirmed
my belief concerning Jacqueline's ma
tivity.
I pried the plate from the leather
and slipped 1t into my pocket. l put
the broken collar into my suit case.
set about packing my things for the
Journey which we were to undertake.
When had finished packing went
back to Jacqueline and sat beside
her while she slept.
In a little while It would oegin to
| tighten. and the advent Of the day
filled me with a sort of terror.
I watched the sleeping girl. Who
was she? How could she sleep so
calmly after that nights deed? The
mystery seemed unfathomable the
girl alone In the city. the robbers, the
dog the dead man, and the one who
had escaped me.
Jacqueline's bag lay open on the
bureau and disgorged bills. There
were rolls and rolls of them-eight
thousand dollars did not seem too
much.
raised her hand and held II In my
own, and I sat thus until the room be-
gan to tighten, watching her all the
while.
At last she stirred. her eyes opened.
and she sat up. She gazed at me with
apathy. bur there was also rccogni-
ton In her look.
do you know me. JacquelneT I
asked.
'ATy friend Paul."
"Jacqueline, am going to take you
home." said. hoping that she would
tell me something, bat dared ask her
no more. I meant to tnke her TO Que
bee and make inquiries there.
II am going to take you home.
Jacqueline," repeated.
Eyes, Paul." she answered In TINT
docile manner Of hers.
at is lucky yo1 have your furs. be-
cause the winter Is cold where your
home Is"
"Yes, Paul." she repeated rs before,
sand few more problngs on my part
convinced me that she remembered
nothing ut all. Her mind was like
persons newly awakened In strange
land. But this state brought with II
no fenr. only peaceful quietude and
faIth which was very touching.
SNOW, JacqueII,e." I said. 1--WE shall
have to begin to make ready for our
Journey"
had just remembered that the stnr-
age company was to call that
day. The van would probably be at
the house early In the morning aud II
was essential that we should be gone
before u arrived.
showed JacquelIne the bathroom
and drew the curtains. Then l went
Into the kitchenette and made coffee
on the gas rnnge. aud, since II WIS
too enrly for the arrival Of my morn
ing loaf, which was placed Just within
the street door BY the bakers boy cv-
sey day. ] made some toast and but
ssred Il.
when tosk n the breakfast
yscgsslins We waiting q "a look