Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-10-08
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'You will tell us what we desire to
know, mademoiselle."
How can I tell you when don't
know? I've told you so hundred times!
II Parados wasn't Lacote ] don't know
who Lacote is-where ne isl oh, my
wrist! You are breaking I'll"
Caroline's voice frantic with terrorl
IF Parados wasn't Lacote" But
he was Lacotel Nothing mattered ex-
cept those devils :. bringing Caroline
here -. hurting her. Something In
side my head exploded In bloody flame.
Two strokes brought me TO the pile with
the iron bars. Parados not Lacote!
Il shall break 1t If mademoiselle will
not tell usI"
"Clceron, you will take that other
arm"
do not have it, mon ami?" A
different voice. this one. but of the same
wicked pitch. Come, me petite. It
will be deSagreable. those broken arms"
"Mademoisellel"
Il cannotl oh. Allan. some one!
"a little more, my Ciceron. and she
will open the heart. Come, made
moiSelle ="
I was not quite mad enough to be
blind to the folly of what I was doing.
AS soon as my head appeared above
the trap I'd get bullet between my
eyes. But I couldn't help it. A man
can stand only so much of some things.
AS the top Of my head reached the
trap, the cross bar upon which my feet
| were set broke from the pile and I
went down. My head struck the side
OF the launch and II I had not flung
out my arms and clutcned at the edge
OF the launch should nave gone down.
had come up on the other side of the
craft. I began to haul myself aboard
1 had one leg over the side when I
noticed that the shed had become silent
Perhaps Caroline had tainted. I prayed
she had
Something had happened A vital
matter to Messieurs lie Balafre and Bee
I thought. The silence pinned me to
the floor of the launch.
A whisper floated down.
Ciceron ca fenetre LAT"
The window! Some one was there.
The man I had seen, of course. had
forgotten him, but had sense enough
not to move.
Non, nonl" Ciceron Bee screamed
suddenly. Pas la fenetre la porte"
A door was opening! That would be
Fl1que. 1t ought to be Fliuue. He
would glory in this 1ronic finish.
-. A pistol cracked.
"Ah. =. mon dieu!" The cry was
strangled. Mon ,ciceron ;. .Lacote
Jules Lacote :"
"Lacote," he had said, Lacotel Had
I gone entirely mad? I was leaping to
my feet when the falling body of man
struck my chest, almost pitching me
overheard, and dropped In a huddle at
my feet. 1t was lie Balafre. A pistol
was In his hand. I reflected. as I
wrenched it out of his grasp.
The other pistol barked again and
Clceron Bee dropped as I stuck nv
head through the trap and saw him for
the first time-in the moment of his
death. My eyes few to Caroline, who
was crouched on the floor against the
north wall Of the shed. went numb
with horror.
| A lantern swung from a nail, smok-
| ing little, The oscillation Of the
lantern and its uneven yellow fame
caused the agony in Caroline's face to
peat ike pulse. She did not see me.
her mead was turned away.
I'm sorry, Miss Brent, but I am
AFRAID 1t will not be possible for me to
let you live"
AS that voice fell upon nv ears. ]
almost lost my footing IN the launch
IN tw1nkling the various hints and
items OF information FIiuue had con-
veyed to me during the past two DAYS
new together like the parts of a naric
puzzle, forming perfect whole.
i suppose not" Caroline said "yor
might as well finish the lob" A torcE
Of scorn was in her voice. "I'm MOI
afraid Of you"
Continued Tomorrow.)