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CHAPTER FJVE. (Continued.)
“And in this case?”
“In this case, Mazeraux, a man
like myself, who knows Neuilly
and themeighborhood of the Hois,
is at once struck by those three let
ters, ‘B. It. W.’ and especially by
the ‘W.,’ a foreign letter, an Eng
lish letter. So that in my mind’s
eye, instantly, as in a flash, I saw
the three letters in their logical
place as initials at the head of the
words for which they stand. I saw
the B’ of ‘boulevard.- and the ‘it’
and the English ‘W’ of Richard
} Wallace. And so I came to the
Boulevard Richard-Walluee. And
that, my dear sir, explains the
milk in the cocoanut.”
Mazcroux seemed a little doubt
ful.
“And what do you think,
chief?”
“I think nothing. I am looking
about. I am building up a theory
on the first basis 1 offers a
probable theory. And sav to my
self * I say to myself * * *
1 „ay to myself. Mazcroux, that
this is a devilish mysterious little
hole and that this house-Rush!
Listen--— ’ ’
He pushed Mazcroux into a dark
corner. They had heard a noise,
the slamming of a door.
Footsteps crossed the courtyard
in front of the house. The lock of
the outer gate grated. Some one
appeared, and the light of a street
lamp fell full on his face.
“Dash it nil.-- muttered Mazer
oux. “it’s he!”
“I believe you're right.”
“It’s he, chief. Look at the
black stick and 1 lie blight handle.
And did you see the eye glasses —
and the beard? Wluit a finer you
are, chief!”
“Calm yourself and let’s go
after him.”
m*_ i i !*« it i
IUC 111«1 II IUUI HU.1.V .1 MM IIUUl' •
Yard Richard-Wallace and was
turning into the Boulevard Mail
lot. lie was Walking pretty fast,
with his head up. gaily twirling
his stick, lie lit a eigaret.
At the end of the Boulevard
Maillot, the man passed the octroi
and entered Paris. The railway
station of the outer circle was
edose by. He went to it ami, .still
followed by the others, stepped
into a train that took them to
Autcuil.
“That's funny." said Mazeroux.
"He’s doing exactly what, he did a
fortnight ago. This is where he
was seen."
The man now went along the
fortifications. In a quarter of an
hour he reached the Boulevard
Suchet and almost immediately
afterward the house in which M.
Fauville and his son had been mur
dered.
He climbed the fortifications op
posite the house and stayed there
for some minutes, motionless, with
bis face to the front of the house.
Then continuing Iris road he went
to La Muette and plunged into the
dusk of the Bois de Boulogne.
“To work and boldly!” said
Don Luis, quickening his pace.
Mazeroux stopped him.
“What do you mean, chief?”
" Well, catch him by the throat.
There are two of us; we couldn’t
hope for a better moment.”
"What.! Why, it’s impossible!”
"Impossible? Are you afraid?
Very well. I'll do it by myself."
"Look here, chief, you're not
serious!”
"Why shouldn't I be serious?"
"Because one can’t arrest a man
without a reason.”
“Without a reason? A scouu
fired like this? A murderer? What
more do you want?"
“In the absence of compulsion,
of catching him in the act, I want
something that I haven't got."
What’s that ?“
A warrant. 1 haven't a war
rant."
Mazeroux's accent was so full o!
conviction, and the answer struck
Don Luis Perenna ns se comical
that he burst out laughing.
“You have no warrant? Pool
little chap! Mo.ll, I’ll soon show
you if l need a warrant!”
"You'll show me nothing,'
cried Mazeroux, hanging on to he
companion's arm. “You shan'
touch the until.”
“One would think lie was yoni
mother!”
“Come, chief.”
“But. you stick-in-the-mud o
an l.oimst man," shouted Don Luii
14
agrily, “if we let lliis opportunity
slip shall we ever find another?”
“Easily. He’s going home. I’ll
inform the commissary of police.
He will telephone to headquarters;
and tomorrow morning-”<
“And suppose the bird has
flown?”
“I have no warrant.”
“Do you want me to sign you
one, idiot?”
But Don Luis mastered his rage.
He felt that all his arguments
would be shattered to pieces
against the sergeant’s obstinacy,
and that, if necessary, Ma/eroux
would go to the length of defend
ing the enemy against him. He
simply said in a sententious tone:
“One ass and you make a pair
of asses; and there are as many
asses as there are people who try
to do police work with bits of pa
per, signatures, warrants, and
other gammon. Police work, my
lad, in done with one’s fists. When
you come upon the enemy, hit him.
Otherwise, you stand a ehaincc of
hitting the air. With that, good
night. I'm going to bed. Tele
phone to me when the job is
done.”
He went home, furious, sick of
an adventure in which he had not
had elbow room, and in which he
had had to submit to the will, or,
rather, to the weakness of others.
But the next morning when he
woke up his longing to see the po
lice lay hold of the man with the
ebony stick, and especially the
feeling that his assistance would
lie of use, impelled him to dress as
quickly as he could.
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*i l uuijl b ruiur iu im; renciu',
lie thought, “they'll lot themselves
be done in the eye. They’re not
equal to a contest of this kind.”
-lust then Maze roil x rang up and
asked to speak to him. lie rushed
to u little telephone box which his
1 predecessor had fitted up on the
first floor, in a dark recess that
communicated onjy with his study,
and switched oil the electric light.
"Is that you, Alexandre?”
"Yes, chief. I’m speaking from
a wine shop near the house on the
Boulevard Richard Wallace.”
' Wind about our man?”
"The bird's still in tin* nest.
But we're onlv just in time.”
"Really?" '
"Yes. lie's parked his trunk,
lie's going away this morning.”
“How do they know?"
“Through the woman who man
ages for him. She's just come to
the house and will let us in.”
"Does he live alone?”
"Yes, the woman cooks his
meals and goes away in the eve
ning. No one ever calls except, a
veiled lady who has paid him three
visits since he's been here. The
housekeeper was not able to see
what she was like. As for him, she
says lie's a scholar, who spends his
, time reading and working.”
; “And have you a warrant?”
“Yes, we’re going to use it.”
“I'll come at once.”
i “You can't! We’ve got Weber
at our head. Oh, by the way, have
you heard the news about Mine,
Fauville?”
“About Mine. Fauville?”
"Yes, she tried to commit sui
cide last night."
"What! Tried to commit sui
! eide!”
Perenna had uttered an excla
mation of astonishment and was
very much surprised to hear, al
' i most at the same time, another cry,
i j like an echo, at his elbow. Without
■ letting go the receiver, he turned
-1 round and saw that Mile. Laves
i jseur was in the study a few yards
away from him, standing with a
. distorted and livid fare. Their
■ eyes met. lie was on the point of
speaking to her, bill she moved
away, without, leaving the room,
- however.
" What the devil was she listen
ing for?” Don Luis wondered.
; "And why that look of dismay?”
Meanwhile, Mnzeroux contin
ued :
"She said, you know, that she
woiildn try to kill herself. But
it must have taken a goodish
amount of pluck."
s "But how did she do it.?" Per
t eniui asked.
"I'll tell you another tiuie,
p;They're calling me. Whatever y'ou
do. chief, don't come.”
"Yes," he replied, firmly, “I'm
f | coming. After all. the least l car
s, do is to be in at the death, seeing
that it was I who found tjie scent
But don t be afraid. I shall keep
in the background.'’
“Then hurry, chief. We’re de
livering the attack in 10 minutes.”
“I'll be with you before that.”
He quickly hung up the receiver
and turned on liis heel to leave the
telephone box. The next moment
he had flung himself against the
farther wall. Just'as he,was about
to pass out he had heard something
click above his head and he but
barely had the time to leap back
and escape being struck by an iron
curtain which fell in front pf him
with a terrible thud.
Another second and the huge
mass would have crushed him. He
could feel it whizzing by his head.
And he had never’ before experi
enced the anguish of danger so in
tensely.
After a moment of genuine
fright, in which lie stood as
petrified, with his brain in a whirl,
he recovered his coolness and
threw himself upon the obstacle.
But it at once appeared to him
that the obstacle was unsurmount
able.
It, was a heavy metal panel, not
made of plates or lathes fastened
one to the other, but formed of a
solid slab, massive, firm, and
strong, and covered with the sheen
of time darkened here and there
with patches of rust, (fa either
side and at the top and bottom the
edges of the panel fitted in a nor
row groove which covered them
hermetically.
He was a prisoner. In a sudden
fit of rage he banged at the metal
with his fists. He remembered
that, Mile. Levasseur was in the
study. If she had not yet left the
room-—and surely she could not
have left it when the thing hap
pened—she would hear the noise.
She was bound to hear it. She
would be sure to come back, give
the alarm, and rescue him.
He listened. He shouted. No
reply. His voice died away against
the walls and ceiling of the box in
which he was shut up, and he felt
that the whole house—drawing
rooms, staircases, and passages—
remained deaf to his appeal.
And yet * * * and yet # * *
Mile. Levasseur
“ What does it mean? be mut
tered. “ What can it all mean?”
And motionless now and silent,
he thought once more of the girl’s
strange attitude, of her distraught
face, of her haggard eyes. And he
also began to wonder what acci
dent had released the mechanism
which had hurled the formidable
iron curtain upon him, craftily and
ruthlessly.
CHAPTER VI.
Til H .M AN WITH THE EHONT
WAI.K1NO STICK.
A group consisting of Deputy
Chief Detective Weber, Chief In
spector Ancenis, Sergeant Maze
roux. three inspectors, and the
Xeuilly commissary of police stood
outside the gate of No. 8 Boule
vard Richard-Wallace.
Mazeroux was watching the ave
nue de Madrid, by which Don Luis
would have to come, and began to
wonder what had happened; for
half an hour had passed since they
telephoned to each other, ami
Mazeroux could find no further
•pretext tor delaying the work.
“It 's time to make a move,’
said Weber. “The housekeeper is
making signals to us from the win
dow: the joker’s dressing.”
“Why not nab him when he
comes out?” objected Mazeroux
“We shall capture him in a mo
ment.”
“And if he cuts off by anotliei
outlet which we don't know of?’
said the deputy chief. “You liavt
to be careful with these beggars
No, let’s beard him in bis den. It’s
more certain.”
“Still——”
“What's 1 he matter with you
'Mazeroux?" asked the deputy
chief, taking him on one side
“Don't, you see that our men an
j getting restive? They’re afraid oJ
this sportsman. There’s only oru
way, which is to set them on bin)
as if he were a wild boast. Besides
the business must be finished by
• the time prefect comes.”
! “is he coining?"
: “Yes. He wants to see thing*
j for himself. The whole affair in
jterests him enormously. So, for
i ward! Are you ready, men? I'n
j going to ring."
The hell sounded, and the house
keeper at once came and lial
' opened the gate.
Although the orders were to oh
servo great quiet, so as not t*
| alarm the enemy too soon, the feai
I which he inspired was so intensi
| that there was a general rush; um
I all the detectives crowded into tin
j courtyard, ready for the fight
! But a window opened and sonu
lone cried front the second floor:
! ■' What’s happening?"
) The deputy chief did not reply
; Twb detectives, the chief inspcc
J tor, the commissary, and hiutsel
entered the house, while the other
4
j remaihed in the courtyard and
! made any attempt at flight impos
| sible.
■ The meeting took place on the
first floor. The man had come
! down, fully dressed, with his hat
: on his head; and the deputy chief
I roared:
J “Stop! Hands up! Are you
I Hubert Lautier?”
; The man seemed disconcerted,
j Five revolvers were levelled at
j him. And yet no sign of fear
showed in his face; and he simply
said:
“What do you want, monsieur?
What are you here for?”
‘ ‘ We are here in the name of the
law, with a warrant for your ar
rest.”
“A warrant for my,arrest?”
“A warrant for the arrest of
Hubert Lautier, residing at 8
Boulevard Richard-Wallace. ’ ’
“But it’s absurd!” said the
man. “it's incredible! What does
it mean? What for?”
They took him by both arms,
without his offering the least re
sistance, pushed him into a fairly
large room containing no furni
ture but three rush bottomed
chairs, an armchair, and a table
covered with big books.
“There,” said the deputy chief.
“Don’t stir. If you attempt to
move, so much the^worse for you.”
The man made no protest. While
the two detectives held him by the
collar, he seemed to be reflecting,
as though he were trying to un
derstand the secret causes of an
arrest for which he was totally un
prepared. He had an intelligent
face, a reddish brown beard, and a
pair of blue-gray eyes which now
and again showed a certain hard
ness of expression behind his
glasses. His broad shoulders and
powerful neck pointed to physical
strength.
“Shall we tie his wrists?” Maze
roux asked the deputy chief.
“One second. The prefect’s com
ing; I can hear him. Have you
searched the man’s pockets? Any
weapons?”
No.
“No flask, no phial? Nothing
suspicious?”
“No, nothing.”
M. Desmalions arrived a no,
while watching the prisoner’s face,
talked in a low voice with the dep
uty chief and received the particu
lars of the arrest.
“This is good business,” he said.
“We wanted this. Now that both
accomplices are in custody, they
will have to speak : and everything
will bo cleared up. So there was
no resistance?”
“None at all, Monsieur le
| Prefet.”
“No matter, we will remain on
our guard.”
The prisoner had not uttered a
word, but still wore a thoughtful
look, as though trying to under
stand the inexplicable events of
the last few minutes. Nevertheless,
when he realized that, the new
comer was none other than the
prefect of police, he raised his
head and looked at M. Desmalions,
who asked him :
“It is unnecessary to tell you
the cause of your arrest, I pre
sume?”
He replied, in a deferential
tone:
Excuse me, Monsier ie Frefet,
but I must ask you, on the con
trary, to inform me. I have not the
least idea of the reason. Your de
tectives have made a grave mis
take which a wor<|, no doubt, will
be enough to set right. That word
F wish for, I insist upon-”
The prefect shrugged his shoul
ders and said:
“You are suspected of taking
part in the murder of Fauville, the
civil engineer, and his son Ed
moud.'’
"Is llippolyte dead?’’
The cry was spontaneous, al
most unconscious; a bewildered
cry of dismay from a man moved
to the depths of his being. And
his dismay was supremely strange,
his question, trying to make them
believe in his ignorance, supremely
unexpected.
"Is llippolyte dead?”
lie repeated the question in a
I hoarse voice, trembling all over as
i he spoke.
! “Is llippolyte dead? What are
you saving" Is it possible that he
can be dead? And howr? Mur
dered? Kdmorul, too?”
1 The prefect once more shrugged
! his shoulders.
“The mere fact of your calling
; M. Fauville by his Christian name
shows that you knew him inti
jmately. And, even if you were uot
j concerned in his murder, it has
II been mentioned often enough in
' | tin; newspapers during the last
i fortnight for you to know of it.”
‘ j “1 never read a newspaper,
I Monsieur le Frefet.”
“What! You mean to tell
‘ i me-1”
(Continued Next Week.)
• A Russian Inventor living In Michl
- gan has obtained a patent for a motion
I'1 picture theater contained In a railroad
1 I car sio that It can be moved around the
t ^ country.
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4 THE OLD FARM. 4
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4 T'r<>m the Gidumbus IDispatch. 4
4 The d farm’s for ».uc. Tt Is ad- 4
4 vprt w,1 in t.h»' county papers. Two -e
4 hurdled good a/res' of ard. and 4
4 household articles too numerous to 4
4 mention.—and a few horses, and 4
4 some cows, and a number of sheep 4
4 ;.nd hers and the agricultural ini- 4
4 plements. To b - -• .Id to the high- 4
4 e«t bidder. All sum® under $5 cash 4
4 in hand. On all sums over $•"». a 4
4 cred.t. i f 12 months will be given. 4
4 wit 1 r.pproved security. 4
4 Years ard years ago the old farm 4
4 -which wasn’t old there -became 4
4 llie l: :ne of a certain couple. A 4
4 family wat brought up on the farm 4 i
4 —several girls and boys. The girls 4
4 have married: the sons have farms 4
4 of their own in other section® of 4 ;
4 the county—nl! except one. the 4 !
4 youngest. lip is in the army. 4 j
4 That’s why the eld farm s for sale. 4
4 There :: no one left to operate it. 4
4 and some of the children want their 4
4 portion of the estate: even before 4
4 mother or father passes away. So 4
4 the old farm’s for sale. 4
4 Jt will be Bold to a stranger. For 4
4 a few years it will be known by 4
4 the name of the people who now 4
4 own it. Then, gradually, the name 4
4 will give way to the name of the 4
4 new owner—and the last trace of 4
4 the old family will have dhsap- 4
4 peared from the neighborhood. The 4
4 war only hastened the sale of the 4
4 old farm, for the younger boy 4
4 would soon have left it any way. 4
4 But. came the war, and the old 4
4 farm’s for sale. 4
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The Change in Austria.
From Band and Water. Eowlon.
A change of considerable importance
has long been effected in the Austro
Hungarian service. A complete study of
it has recently appeared on the continent,
and its effects will be. interesting to note
in the fighting of this war. Even allow
ing for the large number of Slav prisoners
which that service has lost, the majority
of Its recruitment is still neither German
nor Magyar in race, but Slav, with a cer
tain small proportion of Rumanian (about
7 per cent of the whole).
In the first part of the war, when re
cruitment was local and fairly homo
geneous. these subject and discontented
elements all mustered together in the
same unity, gave active opportunities for
revolt and organized disaffection, a® also
or general surrenders—especially to the
Russians. In the latter part of the war
nearly every non-German or Magyar unit
has been thoroughly leavened with Ger
man or Magyar elements, while Slavs
have been dispersed into many units of
non-Slav origin. This policy has been
pursued even in the case of the officers.
The result is that actively organized op
position or- mutiny is more difficult to
produce and has almost disappeared.
Moreover, the defeat of Russia has helped
the process.
On the other hand, the best, units have
lost their old quality under his policy,
and there Is a. sort of dilution affecting
the whole army, and lessening its vigor
and driving power. Some special corps—
for instance, the mountaineer® from the
Tyrol, have remained untouched. But
these are exceptions. The mass of the
forces have suffered the process ? de
scribed. It has given political, though
very shortlived, advantages, at the ex
pen®e of purely military considerations.
Why bpiders Fight.
From the Ieoa Angeles Times.
When two or more spiders fight
there is usually a good reason for the
furious attack anil vigorous defense
that always follow.
It is not generally known that after
a certain time has elapsed spiders be
come incapable of spinning a web
through lack of sufficient material.
The glutinous substance from which
tile spider spins its slender web is
limited; therefore, spiders cannot keep
up the construction of new snares for
their prey when the old are destroyed.
Very often when the web material is
exhausted, they are able to avail them
selves of the well-producing (lowers of
their younger or more fortunate neigh
bors, and this they do without any
scruple whatsoever.
As soon as a spider's web-construct
ing material has become exhausted and
its last web destroyed, it usually sets
out in search of another home, and,
unless it should find that is unoccupied,
a battle usually ensues, which ends
only with the retreat or death of the
invader or defender.
.Such a struggle is intensely interest
ing. and will reveal some wonderful
tactics and skill in spider warfare. The
Invader usually comes of victorious,
although in some cases the defender
offers such a stiff fight that it is able
to hold its own in spite of the attack
of the intruder, which is in desperate
straits.
One curious fact is that the web ma
terial will Increase alter so long a
period, and the spider will spin a net
in which to snare its many varieties of
prey in the form of different species
of insects.
Spiders that are very successful In
capturing food are often set upon by
other spiders which have for some rea
son not been as successful as their
neighbor.
Art in American Hotels.
From the Yale Review.
The fact that art has been the preroga
tive of the wealtuv has been responsible
for the importance assumed by the hotel
In modern decoration. The opening of each
important new caravansary in New York
has marked a period of architectural
styie. After Che Ritz we had an epoch of
Adam; after tile Riltmore an era of Shiane.
Nothing has fostered the American Jove
of new paint and varnish so much as the
hotel. In this the architecture of din 20th
century has sunk even lower than dial of
the 19th. Compared with our modern
hotels, the mediaeval exteriors and wholly
evil Interiors of Richards, n appear models
of refinement and even of intellectuality
and the influence of the pseudo-Roman
esque was certainly less baneful.
The Weary World.
The war is breaking- tin world and
making It sicker than an owl: the
farthest nations are short of rations,
and puttim-' up a how l I've just been
readin' how poor old Sweden is one
hi" snarl and kink: die kaiser's war
way has busted Norway, and lien
mark's on the blink. No laud so bum
ble, it does not grumble; no country's
so remote it isn't reeling, and madly
feeling that it will lose its goat. In
every dwelling some gent is yelling that
war's a frightful frost; in mountain cot
tage the peasant's pottaee costs twice
whet it once cost. Tile lone Xganzas, as
well as Kanas. have felt the dead I v
cltill; ill Chinese Clinton they get u slant
on a vastly bigger bill. The shepherd
lonely whose lask is only to gu^ril Ids
wool'- bunch, feels Wilhelm hitting
when lie’s sitting down t»» eat ids frugal
lunch. The Arctic hunter, whose spear
is blunter thnn any spear should bo,
thinks war costs trying when he goes
buying a brand new snickersnee. There
Is no tavern, no hole or cavern, no inn
gl dense and dark, no river dismal, no
Jungle dense and dark, no river dismal,
no gulf abysmal, where war s not left
its mark.
Marvelous Story of Woman’*
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cot seem as though
I could stand it. I
tried different
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any benefit and
several doctors
told me nothing
but an operation
would do me any
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Elst told me of
ydia E. Pink
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Her Good Taste.
“Say. listen!” uttered Claudine ol
the rapid-fire restaurant. “The for*
tune teller told me last night that 1 ,
was going to be married next montli.”
“Gee!” breathed Heloise of tin
same establishment. “Who to?"
“Aw. I didn’t think it was just e*
a oily proper to ask liis name. You se**
l ain’t got my divorce from Silver yet.”
—Kansas City Star.
LEMONS DO MAKE
THE SKIN WHITE
HOW TO MAKE A CREAMY LEMON
BEAUTY LOTION AT HOME
FOR A FEW CENTS.
Your grocer has the lemons and anj
drug store or toilet counter will supply
you with three ounces of orchard whit#
for a few cents. Squeeze the juice of
two fresh lemons into a bottle, then pul
in the orchard white and shake welL
This makes a quarter pint of the very S
best lemon skin whitener and complex*
ion beautifler known. Massage this fra
ffrant, creamy lotion daily into the face*
leek, arms and hands and just see ho##
freckles, tan, sallowness, redness and
roughness disappear and how smooth*
soft and white the skin becomes. Yes I
it is harmless, and the beautiful result!
will surprise you.—Adv. *
Expert Advice.
“My husband always makes a fusa
t hen 1 tell lilm I need a little money."
“Your system is all wrong. Tell
dm you need a lot of money. Then
! ie'11 be glad to compromise on a lib
le.”-—Louisville Courier-Journal.
jJQSCHEE’S GERMAN SYRUP
Why use ordinary cough remedies,
vhen Boschee’s Oernian Syrup has
)een used so successfully for fifty-one
rears in all parts of the United**' n«
states for coughs, bronchitis, colds
icttled in the throat, especially lung
roubles. It gives the patient a good
light's rest, free from coughing, with
“iisy expectoration in the morning,
fives nature a chance to soothe the
nflamed parts, throw off the disease,
iclping the patient to regain his
iiealtt. Made in America and sold foi
more titan half a century.—Adv. 4
Defined.
“Her moistened eyes were fairly
Dialing at no with rage.”
I see: an attack of liquid tire."
GOOD HOUSEKEEPERS WONDER
How they ever got along without Red
Cross Ball Blue. This really wonder* 1
ful blue makes clothes whiter than
snow, '.“let the genuine Red Cross Ball
Blue at your grocers.—Adv.
In roiric social circles only ruen with
tn income cau come In.
Next thing to having a thing is know
ing where to get It.
When Your Eyes Need Care
TryMuriDeEye Remedy
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