The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1922-09-23
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arms flew like lunatic connecting
rods.
Time and again Lanyard suffer.
ed blows that Jared him TO his
heels, time and again was fam 10
give ground 10 an onslaught that
drove him back till bis shoulders
touched a wall.
Chairs, the ehaise.Iongue, tables
were overturned and kicked about.
Priceless bits Of porcelain ana
glass, lamps, vases, the fittings Of
the dressing.table were cast down
In fragments to the floor.
Constrained to look TO herself or
be trampled undertoot, and gal.
yaniEed with terror, the woman
struggled up and tottered hjther
and yon like a bewiIdered child, In
the beginning too bemused to be
able to KEEP. out Of the way Of the
combatants. II she crouched against
q wall, battling bodies brushed her
away from It. Did she take refuge
In a corner she must abandon II else
be crushed. Once she stumbled be.
tween the two, and before Lanyard
could thrust her aside Dupont had
fallen hack half a dozen feet and
worried. a pistol out Of his cloth.
Ing.
He fired first from the hip, and
the shot shattered the mirror OF
the dressing-table. Trying for bet.
ter aim, he lifted and leveled the
weapon with trembling arm which
he sought to steady by cuppins the
elbow In his left hand. But the sec.
ond bullet ploughed into the cell.
ing as Lanyard narrowly succeeded
In kicklt J the pistol from Dubont's
grasp.
Berett thus OF his last hope.
they were too evenly matched
and both too far spent for either
to force victory with his nake1
hands-the Apache swung round
and ran. at the same time throw
ing heavy chair oTcr on It's back
In the path Of pursuit. Unable 10
avoid II, Lanyard tried to hurdle
It, caught foot on one of its
legs and, as Dupont threw himself
headlong down the stairs. crashed
to the floor with an impact that
shook its beams. 80
Main will-power lifted him To
his knees before he collapsed, his
last ounce Of endurance wasted
Then the woman, with flying dra-
peries, figure like a fury, sped 10
the banister rail and leaning over
emptied the severa. sots remain
ing In Dupont's automatic down
the we'll Of the staircase. II ia
doubtful II she saw anything Ia
aim at or accomplished more tha;.
to speed the Apache's flight.
He got away" Lame said in a
faint voice. IL saw him In the
street....-...staggering like a sot....
...."
She put knee behind his
shoulders 'for support, and hn
rested his head back upon II and
drank deep from the glass which
she held to his lips.
sIeur?"
He replied with an uncertain
nod, pressing a careful hand to
his side.
wound that animal gave
me a month ago."
Which animal?"
Monsieur of the garotte,
Liane; recently the assassin Of d .
Lorgnes; before that the ex-chau-
ffeur of the Chateau dc Mortal
ais"
albert Dupont" Her oil
terror revived. "My God! what
have | ever done to that one that
he should seek my life?"
What had de Lorgnes?"
Her eyes turned away, she sat
for a moment In silent thought.
But how did he get In? had
not one suspicion ! was not alont
until that handkerchief"
Naturally"
And you, my friend?"
81 saw him enter and followed d"