South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1920-07-28
e mIdnight b. -.


dark waters Of the Seine as 70 flows
gloomily past the Place Vendome
and the black walls Of the Convent
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The great French capital is astir.
Il is the hour when crime and
vice and wlckedDess reign.
Hundreds Of lacres drive madly
through the streets conveying wo-
men, flashing Witn jewels and as
beautiful as dreams, from opera
and concert, and tine little biJou
supper rooms OF the Cafe Tout lie
Temps are filled with laughing
groups, while bon mCts, persflage
and repartee fly upon the air-tne
Jewels OF thought and conversau on-
Luxury and poverty brush each
other IN the streets The homeless
fsamin, begging "a sou with which TO
purchase "a bed and the spendthrift
roue. scattering golden louis dor,
tread the saEae pavement
When other cities sleep, Paris has
Just begun her wild revelry.
The fist scene Of our story is
cellar beneath the Rue de Peychaud
The room IS filled with smoke OF
pipes, and Is sitting with the reek-
8ng breath OF its inmates A single
5laring gas jet dimly lights the
scene which IS one Rembrandt or
Moreland and Keisei would have
,1Oved 70 paint
A garcon is selling abs,nthe 10
such OF the motley crowd as have
few sous. dealing Il out IN mig
gardly portions IN broken teacupS.
Leaning against the bar is Car
naign~le Cusheau-generall known
.as the Gray Wolf
re IS the worst man in Paris
He Is more than four feet ten in
height, and his sharp. ferOcious
looking face and the mass Of long
tangled gray hair that covers his
face and head. have earned for him
the name he bears.
His striped blouse is wide open
at the neck and fell outside OF his
dingy leather trousers. The handle
OF a deadly looking knife protrudes
from his belt One stroke OF its
blade would open a box OF the fl
nest French sardines.
VOLTA, Gray Wolf" cries Cou-
teau the bartender How many
victims today? There is no blood
upon your hands Has the Gray
Wolf forgotten how TO bite"
"Sacre Bleu, Mile Tonnerre, by
George" Kisses the Cray Wolf.
f"Monsieur Cautea. you are bold in
deed TO speak 10 me thus
"By Nentre St. Chris, I have not
even diued today. Spells indeed.
There is no living in Paris now.
But one rich American have I gar
roted in a fortnight.
Bah. those democrats They
have ruined the country. With their
income tax and their n trade.
they have destroyed business. Car
Hist" suddenly says ChamouniX
the rag-picker who is worth 90
100000 francs. some one cOmes!"
The cellar door opened and a
man crept softly down the rickety
steps. The crowd watches him with
silent awe.
He went 10 the bar. laid his card
on the counter, bought a drink of
absinthe. and then drawing from his
pocket a little mirror, set il UP on
the counter and proceeded 10 don a
false beard and hair and paint his
face into wrinkles, until ne closely
resembled an old man II years OF
age.
He then went into dark corner
and watched the crowd OF people
with sharp, ferTet-li<e eyes.
Gray Wolf crept cautiously 10 the
bar and examined the card left by
the newcomer.
Holy St Bridget" he exclaims.
1t Is TictOcq. the detective"
Ton minutes later a beautiful
woman enters the cellar
Tenderly nutured. and accustomed
10 every luxury that money could
procure. she had, when a young vi
vandiere M the Convent or saint
Susan de la Moutarde run away with
the Gay Wolf. fascinated by his
many crimes and the knowledge that
his business never allowed him 20
scrspe his feet i'm the hall or snore.
"Parbleu. Marie" snarls the Gray
Wolf. Que voluez vous? Avez-vOus
le beau cheval de mon frere. Oule
jolt CHEN de votre perez
mo. no. Gray Wolf shouts the
motley group OF assas sins. rougues
and pickpoCkets, even their hard
ened hearts appalled, at his fearful
words Mon Dieu! You cannot be SO
crueli"
ITEMS" shouts the Gray Wolf.
now maddened to desperation, and
drawing his cleaning knife VOLTA
Canaille, Tout le monde. carte
blanche enbonLoint sauve que peut
entire nous revenex nous a nous mou-
tOus.f
The horrifed saus-culottes shrink
hack In terror as the Gray Wolf
SEXES Maria by the hair and cuts
her into % pieces. each exactly the
same size.
As ne stands with reeking hands
above the corpse. amid a deep ST.
lenCe. the old gray-bearded man who
has been watching the scene springs
forward, tears off his false beard and
locks. and Tictocq. the famous
French detective. stands before
them.
spellbound and immovable the
dcuizens OF the cellar Eaze at the
greatest modern detective as he goes
about the customary duties of his
Office
he first measures the distance
from the murdered woman TO q point
OH the wall. then ne takes down the
name Of the bartender and the day
OF the month and the year Then
drawing from his pocket powerful
microscope. he examines little OF
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