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II went to New York to get my
share. 1 wasn't going to be ousted, l.,
who had been one of the discoveries.
u don't know how much Carson paid
Louis, but meant to demand half. I
j. thought he had the money in his
pocket.
81 followed him all that afternoon
after he had left Carson's office. /
watched him In the street. At night
ne went to a room sOmewhere-at the
top of tall building. followed him.
When got in found woman there
Louis was talking to her and threaten
ing her. He said she was his wife.
How could she be his wife when he
had married JacQueline Duchaine?
'I didn't care-it was no business
OF mine. couldn't see them, because
there was curtain In the way. There
was no light In the bedroom. There
was light in the room in which
was. put it out, so that neither of
them should see my face. She might
have betrayed me, you know, Simon.
she spun round when the light went
out, and pushed the curtain aside.
was waiting for that. had calculated
my blow, I stabbed him. 1t was
good blow, though 1t was delivered in
the dark. He only cried out once. But
the woman screamed, and a dog flew
mt ME, and couldn't find his money.
SO ran away.
"And then there were only three of
us Vho knew the secret. Then Simon
Cd two mo-
there are only Hewlett and /, and he
IN dead, poor fool, and have my gold
here. For Gods sake give me knife,
1yImon!"
His fingers tore at my sleeve in his
1nst agony, and was tempted sorely.
And it was his own knife that had.
The irony Of it!
He muttered once or twice and cried
out in fear of the man whom he had
slain. heard him gasp a little later.
Then the hand fell from my sleeve.
And utter that there was no further
sound.
"Paull"
It was the merest whisper from the
wall. / thought it was a trick Of my
own mind. I dared not hope.
paul! DearestT
This was no fancy born Of de-
4iFfous brain and the thick fumes of
dynamite. 1t came from the wall a
little way ahead Of me. I crawled the
three feet that the little cave afforded
and put my hands upon the rock, feel
4ag Its surface inch by inch. There
was a crevice there, not large enough
20 have permitted a bird to pass-the
merest hssure.
"Jacqueline! Is that you, dearw l
called. "YOu are not hurt, Jacqueline"
Z am lying where you left me, dear.
1aeul, II heard"
'You heard?" answered DULY.
what did it matter now?
SWhy didn't you tell me, Paul? But
naver mind. am so glad, dearest
1An you come through to meP'
I struggled to tear the rocks away;
u beat and bruised my hands in vain
against them.
81 will come when it grows light,
1aeque1ine," I babbled "When it
grows light ="
She did not know that it would never
grow light for me- Again I flung my
gathering at them till the blood dripped
from my hands. Again and again I
flung myself down hopelessly, and
then tried again, clufching at every
fragment that protruded into the cave.
And &c last, when my despair had
mastered met grew light.
FOv a sunbeam shot like a finger
khFaugh the crevice and quivered upon
tina floor of the cave. And overhead,
where I had never thought to seek,
where l had thought three hundred
feet of eternal rock pressed down on
mo. saw the CULVER of day through
ha& dozen feet of tight-packed debris
from the glaciers mouth.
4 raised myself and tore at it and
Bsnt 1t flying. thrust my hands among
the stones and tore them down like
tie tiles from a rotten roof.
Iheard q shout; hands were reached
&sSNvn to me and pulled me up, and 1
G5aS On my feet upon a hillside, look
FIG into the keen eyes of Pere Antoine
and the face of the Indian squaw.
Add the Eskimo dog was barking at
my eide.
Only one thing married the happi-
moss Of our reunion, and that was the
loss of Jacqueline's father.
We had talked much over what had
happened, and ten days later, when
5Rcqueline had recovered from the
Bhoek and from what proved to be,
sitter all, only a flesh-wound, we had
visited the scene of our. rescue by the
E4& priest.
The charge of dynamite which La
erolx had set exploded, as it happened,
bsneath' that part which buttressed the
eattse structure, and combining with
tAe pressure of the glacier above, had
thrown the mountain on it's side, fill
tAg the lake with several million tons
O$ ice and obliterating all traces of the
chateau, which lay buried beneath it's
waters.
That was Pere AntOine's explana-
&ROn, and we realized at once that it
was useless to search for Charles Du-
mMaEro Tho whole oCDanf Of tho ro