Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-01-05

ture. That Is madness, my friend. One cannot
calculate what madness will do Lut one can be
careful. It is my blame. should have had the
girl watched. I forgive myself never. Is she
to die?"
IT can't say" Reggie said. "she ought to live
I shouldn't be afraid of the wound. It's her
general condition. Shock upon shock The life
in her is beaten down, fainting. I don't know
if it's strong enough to come round"
She has said nothing?"
"Oh. no. Not yet. You won't be able to get
any secrets out of her. don't suppose she
knows who struck her"
She would not see him. of course He came
from behind. She may know very we'll"
Eyes. She may guess. doubt If she does
I think she's bewildered by everything-by the
picture-by the name Of Artus-by this attack
1t seems to her the worlds gone mad to hurt
her"
Poor little one" Dubois growled
Not nice case no. What are we doing
about it?"
AHA. First, send q man to the house of
Monsieur ArtuS. He is to make inquiries. some
nonsense, about burglars. He discovers that
Monsieur ArtuS IS already at home. That is
almost an alibi, but not quite. He sees also the
servants OF Monsieur Artls, an old man and
WIFE, He has 1t from them Monsieur Art,ls
has not been out all day. Quite an alibi if YOU
believe them. But tomorrow I go through
BourgeS with a small-tooth comb to find out
who saw any one in the Place Seraucourt in the
twilight"
Yes Quite neat We won't alarm Monsieur
ArtuS yet. please. There's little medical evil
dence. The blow was struck with great force
and downward. Her left arm was abnormally
dragged back and there was a thread loosened
In her coat should say her bag was snatched
from her"
Bag snatching!" Dubois cried "You noakA
1t vulgar robbery"
L wouldn't say that. No. But it was done
Tor some reason. So, on the whole wouldn't
say anything to our Artus just yet. But YOU
might nave your people look up his YOUTH
DUBOIS laughed. 1T is being done. This
poor old Dubois he does not leave out any,
thing more. Goodnight" They had come
to their sleeping hotel, but he turned and
strobe away.
In the morning. when Reggie rose to 90 to
the hospital they told him that Dubois was
already gone out. Reggie had come back and
was making q second little breakfast when
he came in.
You have been with her?" asked Dubois.
Yes. No worse. That means better. But
her life is faint"
Dubois drank black coffee and nihbled AZ
a roll. Well have news" He looked up
at Reggie. Her bag has been found"
Reggie smiled. oh yes Where?"
1T was lying beside a drunken vagabond
on the NeverS road"
Reggie Lit his pipe. IT told you it was
"w [Ahu very neat, 100.
You understand it? Good. Poor old Du-
bois, he Is so dull. My colleagues in Bourpes
they also understand it. It is the usual case
1t happens hundred times a year. Made
moiselle was walking alone in the dark: this
tramp stabs her, robs her, goes away and gets
drunk on her money and an intelligent gen.
darme runs him In"
Il see. Yes. Who is hep"
on, my friendi Who are they ever, these
Vagabonds? Dirt on the wind. This one is
certainly stranger. That is bad What is
Tar worse. he has no papers. We are in France.
my friend. Almost every rascal has some
papers-though they are not his own But
he-none. none. He is certainly an assassin"
eyes. What does he say about it?"
He VIII say nothing. They ask him who
ne Is He Is silent They ask him where he
got the bag He stares at it. He is still
silent. They say to him it is the bag of Miss
EVerard. He makes no answer. They tell