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Tou may be plodding along, no spring, no elasticity, no vim, but as soou as you have put the body into Its normat physi cal condition—oiled the machinery,* as it were—you will find new vim. vigor and vitality within you. A little “pep,'' and we laugh and live. Try it uow. Send Dr. Pierce, Buffalo, N. V., 10c. for lrial package. A little energy will save ihe day. The prime necessity of life is health. With spirit and energy you have the power to force yourself Into action. The Golden Medical Discovery Is the spring t<#iic which you need. STOP YOUR COUGHING No need ta let that cough peraist. Stop the Irritation, and remove tickling and hoaree ticd*. by relieving the inflamed throat with PISO’S rN I I THE TEETH OF THE TIGER C ~' r -v J [ MAURICE LEBLANC F-mmm TRANSLATED BY -s ' ALFA'Al.TER TEIXEIKA DE MATTOS ^ " " ■ " ‘‘r1"- ■ *' '*•' ' ■ CIIAi V.T. FOTTn. (Continued.) “By Jove!” he thought. “IIow difficult it is to defend one’s self when one is innocent. There’s my right wing and my left wing driv en in. Will my center be able to stand the assault?” M. Desmalions, after a whis pered colloquy with the examin ing magistrate, resumed his ques tions in these terms: “Yesterday evening, when M. b’auville opened his safe in your presence and the sergeant’s, what was in the safe?” “A heap of papers, on one of the shelves; and, among those papers, the diary in drab cloth which has since disappeared.” “You did not touch those pa pers?” “Neither the papers nor the safe, Monsieur le Prefet. Sergeant Mazeroux must have told you that he made me stand aside, to insure the regularity of the inquiry.” “So you never came into the slightest contact with the safe?” “Not the slightest.” M. Desmalions looked at the ex amining magistrate and nodded his head. Had Percnna been able to doubt that a trap was being laid for him, a glance at Mazeroux would have told him all about it. Mazeroux was ashen gray. Meanwhile, M. Desmalions con tinued : “You have taken part in in quiries, monsieur, in police in quiries. Therefore, in putting my next question to you, I consider that I am addressing it to a tried detective.” “I will answer your question, Monsieur le Prefet, to the best of jny ability.” “Here it is, then: Supposing that there were at this moment in the safe an object of some kind, a jewel, let us say, a diamond out of a tie pin, and that this diamond had come from a tie pin which be longed to somebody whom we knew, somebody who had spent the night in this house, what would you think of the coinci dence?” “There wo are,” said Perenna to himself. “There's the trap. It’s clear that they’ve found some thing in the safe, and next, that they imagine that this something belongs to me. Good! But, in that ease, we must presume, as I have hot touched the safe, that the thiug was taken from me and put lu the safe to compromise me. But I did not have a finger in this pie until yesterday; and it is impossi ble that, during last night, when I saw nobody, any one can have had time, to prepare and contrive such a determined plot against me. So-” The prefect of police inter rupted this silent, monologue by repeating: : “What would lie your opin ion?” “There would be an undeniable connection between that person’s presence in the house and the two crimes that had been committed.” “Consequently, we should have the right at least to suspect the person?” “Yes.” “That is your view?” “Decidedly.” M. Desmalions produced a piece of tissue paper from his pocket and took from it a little blue stone, which he displayed. “Here is a turquoise which we found in tlm safe. It belongs, without a shadow' of a doubt, to the ring which you arc wearing on your finger.” 1 Ion Luis was seized with a fit of rage. He half grated, through his clenched teeth: “Oh, the rascals! How clever they arc But no. I can’t be lieve-” lb* looked at bis ring, which w as formed of a large, clouded, dead turquoise, surrounded by a circle of small, irregular tur quoises, also of a very pale blue. Om* of these was missing; and the one which M. Desmalions had in his hand fitted the place exactly. “What do you say?” asked M. Desmalions. “I say that this turquoise be longs to my ring, which was given me by Cosmo Mornington on the first occasion that I saved his life.” “So we are agreed?” “ \ es, Monsieur le Prefet, wo are agreed.” Don Luis Perenna began to walk across the room, reflecting. The movement which the two de tectives made toward the two doors told him that his arrest was provided for. A word from M. Desmalions, and Sergeant Mazer oux would be forced to take his chief by the collar. Don Luis once more gave a glance toward his former accom plice. Mazeroux made a gesture of : entreaty, as though to say: “Well, what are you waiting for? Why don’t you give up the criminal? Quick, it’s time!” Don Luis smiled. “What’s the matter?” asked the prefect, in a tone that now en tirely lacked the sort of involun tary politeness which he had shown since the commencement of the examination. “The matter? The matter?—” Perenna seized a chair by the back, spun it round and sat down upon it, with the simple remark: “Let’s talk!” And this was said in such a way' and the movement executed with so much decision that the prefect muttered, as though wavering: “I don’t quite see-” “You soon will, Monsieur le Prefet.” # And, speaking in a slow voi6e, laying stress on every syllable that he uttered, he began: “Monsieur le Prefet, the posi tion is as clear as daylight. Yes terday evening you gave me an authorization which involves your responsibility most gravely. The result is that what you now want, at all costs and without delay, is a culprit. And that culprit is to be myself. By way of incriminating evidence, you have the fact of my presence here, the fact the door was locked on the inside, the fact that Sergeant Mazeroux was asleep while the crime was com mitted, and the fact of the discov ery of the turquoise in the safe. All this is crushing, I admit. Added to it,” he continued, “we have the terrible presumption that I had every interest in the re moval of M. Fauville and his son, inasmuch as, if there is no heir of Cosmo Mornington’s in existence, I come, into 100,000,000 francs. Ex actly. There is therefore nothing for me to do, Monsier le Prefet, but to go with you to the lockup or else——” ur else wnats “Or else hand over to you the criminal, the real criminal.” The prefect of police smiled and took out his watch. “I’m waiting,” he said. “It will take me just au hour, Monsier le Prefet, and no more, if you give me every latitude. And the search of the truth, it seems to me, is worth a little patience. ’ ’ “I’m waiting,” repeated M. Desmalions. “Sergeant Mazerous, please tell Silvestre, the man servant, that Monsieur le Prefet wishes to see him.” Upon a sign from M. Desma lions, Mazeroux went out. Don Luis explained his motive. “Monsieur le Prefet, whereas the discovery of the turquoise con stitutes in your eyes an extremely serious proof against me, to me it is a revelation of the highest im portance. I will tell you why. That turquoise must have fallen from my ring last evening and rolled on the carpet. “Now there are only four per sons,” he continued, “who can have noticed this fall when it happened, picked up the turquoise and, in order to compromise the new adversary that I was, slipped it into the safe. The first of those four persons is one of your detec tives, Sergeant Mazeroux, of whom we will not speak. The sec ond is dead: I refer to M. Fauville. We will not speak of him. The third is Silvestre, the manservant. I should like to say a few words to him. 1 shall not take long." Silvestre s examination, in fact, was soon over, lie was able to prove that, pending the return of Mme. Fauville, for whom he had to open the door, he had not left the kitchen, where lie was playing at cards with the lady’s maid and another manservant. “Very wall,” said Perenna. “One word more. You must have read in this morning's papers of the death of Inspector Verot and seen his portrait.” “Yes.” “Do you know Inspector Verot?” “No.” “Still, it is probable that he came iiere yesterday, during the day.” “I can’t say,” replied the serv ant. “M. Fauville used to receive many visitors through the garden and let them in himself.” “Yrou have no more evidence to give?” “No.” “Please tell Mme. Fauville that Monsieur le Prefet would be very much obliged if he could have a word with her.” Silvestre left the room. The examining magistrate and the public prosecutor had drawn nearer in astonishment. The prefect exclaimed: “What, monsieur! You don’t mean to pretend that Mme. Fau ville is rnived up-” “Monsieur le Prefet, Mme. Fau ville is the fourth person who may have seen the turquoise drop out of my ring.” ‘ ‘ And what then ? Have we the right, in the absence of any real proof, to suppose that a -woman can kill her husband, that a moth er can poison her son?” “I am supposing nothing, Mon sieur le Prefet.” “Then—?” Don Luis made no reply. M. Desmalions did not conceal his ir ritation. However, he said: “Very well; but I order you most positively to remain silent. What questions am I to put to Mme. Fauville?” “One only, Monsier le Prefet: ask Mme. Fauville if she knows any one, apart from her husband, who is descended from the sisters Roussel.” “Why that question?” “Because, if that descendant exists, it is not I who will inherit the millions, but he; and then it will be he and not I who would be interested in the removal of M. Fauville and his sou.” “Of course, of course,” mut tered M. Desmalions. “But even so, this new trail-” Mme. Fauville entered as he was speaking. Her face remained charming and pretty in spite of the tears that had reddened her eyelids arid impaired the freshness of her cheeks. But her eyes ex pressed the scare of terror; and the obsession of the tragedy im parted to all her attractive person ality, to her gait and to her move ments, something feverish and spasmodic that was painful to look upon. 4 4 T»_ A 3.. -1 ? » • -i Jt ray sit down, madarae, said the prefect, speaking with the height of deference, “and forgive me for inflicting any additional emotion upon you. But time is precious; and we must do every thing to make sure that the two victims whose loss you are mourn ing shall be avenged without de lay.” Tears were still streaming from her beautiful eyes; and, with a sob, she stammered: “If the police need me, Mon sieur le Prefet-” “Yes, it is a question of obtain ing a few particulars. Your hus band’s mother is dead, is she not?” ‘ ‘ Yes, Monsieur 1c Prefet. ’ ’ “Am I correct in saying that she came from Saint-Etienne and that her maiden name was Roussel ? ’ ’ “Yes.” “Elizabeth Roussel?” “Yes.” “Had your husband any broth ers or sisters ? ’ ’ “No.” “Therefore there is no descend ant of Elazabeth Roussel living?” “No.” “Very well. But Elizabeth Roussel had two sisters, did she not?” “Yes.” “Ermeline Roussel, the elder, went abroad and was not heard of again. The other, the younger—” ‘ ‘ The other was called Armande Roussel. She was my mother.” “Eli? What do you say?” “I said my mother’s maiden name was Armande Roussel, and I married my cousin, the son of Elizabeth Roussel.” The statement had the effect of a thunderclap. So, upon the death of Hippolyte Fauville and his son Edmond, the direct descendants of the eldest sister, Cosmo Morning ton's inheritance passed to the other branch, that of Armande Roussel: and this branch was rep resented so far by Mine. Fauville! The prefect of police and the ex amining magistrate exchanged glances and both instinctively turned toward Don Luis Perenna, who did not move a muscle. “Have you no brother or sister, madame?” asked the prefect. “No, Monsieur le Prefet, 1 am the only one.” The only one! In other words, now that her husband and son were dead, Cosmo Mornington’s millions reverted absolutely and undeniably to her, to her alone. Meanwhile, a hideous idea weighed like a nighmare upon the magistrates and they could not,rid themselves of it: the woman sit ting before them was the mother of Edmond Fauville. M. Desma lions had his eyes on Don Luis Perenna, who wrote a few words on a card and handed it to the pre fect. M. Desmalions, who was gradu ally resuming toward Don Luis his courteous attitude of the day be fore, read it, reflected a moment, and put this question to Mine, i Fauville: “What was your son Edmond’s age?” “Seventeen.” “You look so young--” “Edmond was not my son, but my stepson, the son of my hus band by his first wife, who died.” “Ah! So Edmond Fauville—” muttered the prefect, without fin ishing his sentence. In twTo minutes the whole situa tion had changed. In the eyes of the magistrates, Mine. Fauville was no longer the widow' and mother who must on no account be attacked. She had suddenly be come a woman whom circum stances compelled them to cross examine. However prejudiced they might be in her favor, how ever charmed by the seductive qualities of her beauty, they were inevitably bound to ask them selves, whether for some reason or other, for instance, in order to be alone in the enjoyment of the enormous fortune, she had not had the madness to kill her husband and to kill the boy who was only her husband’s son. In any case, the question was there, calling for a solution. The prefect of police contin ued : Do you know this turquoise? She took the stone which he held out to her and examined it without the least sign of confu sion. “No,” she said. “I have an old fashioned turquoise necklace, which I never wear, but the stones are larger and none of them has this irregular shape.” “We found this one in the safe,” said M. Desmalions. “It forms part of a ring belonging to a person whom we know. ’ ’ “Well,” she said eagerly, “you must find that person.” “He is here,” said the prefect, ‘ pointing to Don Luis, who had been standing some way off and who had not been noticed by Mine. Fauville. She started at the sight of Per enna and cried, very excitedly: “But that gentleman was here yesterday evening! He was talk ing to my husband—and so was that other gentleman,” she said, referring to Sergeant Mazeroux. “You must question them, find out why they were here. You un derstand that, if the turquoise be longed to one of them-” The 'insinuation was direct, but clumsy; and it lent the greatest weight to Perenna’s unspoken argument: “The turquoise was picked up by some one who saw me yester day, and who wishes to compro mise me. Apart from M. Fauville and the detective sergeant, only two people saw me: Silvestre, the manservant, and Mine. Fauville. Consequently, as Silvestre is out side the question, I accuse Mine. Fauville of putting the turquoise in the safe.” M. Desmalions asked: “Will you let me see the neck lace, madame?” “Certainly. It is with my other jewels, in my wardrobe. I will go for it. ’ ’ “Pray don’t trouble, madame. Does your maid know the neck lace?” “Quite well.” “In that, ease, Sergeant Mazer oux will tell her what is wanted.” Not a word was spoken during the few minutes for which Mazer oux was absent. Mmc. Fauville seemed absorbed in her grief. M. Desmalions kept his eyes fixed on her. The sergeant, returned, carry ing a very large box containing a number of jewel cases and loose ornaments. M. Desmalions found the neck lace. examined it, and realized, in fact, that the stones did not re semble the turquoise anti that none of them was missing. But, on separating two jewel cases in or der to take out a tiara which also contained blue stones, he made a gesture of surprise. “What are these two keys?” he asked, pointing to two keys identical in shape and size with those which opened the lock and the bolt of the garden door. Mme. Fauville remained very j calm. Not a muscle of her face moved. Nothing pointed to the I least perturbation on account of j this discovery. She merely said: tContlnued Next Week.) THE BIG WORK JIM WAR The War Lord Salutes the Field Marshall. Such is the striking title to a well timed cartoon in an agricultural pa per, showing the War Lord in salute to the farmer. The meaning of it is that without the assistance that the * farmer renders in the matter of pro viding food for the army the fighting; ability of that body would be propor-j tionally decreased. While the army is fighting, the farmer is busy. The promptness with which he sprang into the breach was a patriotism equal to that of the man who enlisted and the farmer’s record in this particular .was worthy of the high record that has become his. All over the United States the appeal is being met by more production. Fields are enlarged, inten sive agriculture has taken the placo of slipshod methods, more cattle are being fattened, more hogs grown, veal and lamb have become scarce com modities. This is all in keeping with the food-controller’s demands, and with the heartiness that Is now preva lent, it would seem as if the require ments of the boys at the front and the allies in Europe would be fully met. Not only are the tilled acres of the United States being brought into requisition, but the wild pasture lands arc doing tribute with their cattle and sheep. Working in conjunction with the United States, Western Canada is also doing its share and a pretty large*''5-'*' , share it is, too. By an arrangement with the United States Government it will now be possible through its em ployment bureau to se<$ire for the Western Canada fields such help as can be spared. It is thought in this way Canada will have its help to seed its millions of acres of wheat land fairly well met. The large number of young men of the farms who have enlisted and gone to the front has left many of the Western Canada farms weak in the matter of man power. This means that Canada can take all that the United States can spare. The wages will be good and the housing comfortable. Tn