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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (May 16, 1918)
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SUUntU HhAVILY UN SLAUKtn Probably Dude Will Think Twice Be fore He Again Attempts to Have Fun With a Kiltie. The following was overheard on u street ear one very cold day in winter In a Canadian city. At u corner the car was boarded by n hu*ky soldier In the picturesque Highland uniform— the kilts of which leave the knees bare. On the car was a young dude still in mufti, sealed with bis best girl. The girl cast admiring glances at tlio at tractively uniformed “Kiltie” much to the displeasure of her slacker escort. No bo endeavored to make fun of the uniform by remarking: “1 think that outfit Is most rlduculous. That follow's knees look as If they were frozen.” The Kiltie overhearing the comment gluncpd contemptuously at the dude's civilian clot lies, then scornfully re plied : "Well, young fellow, it is n sure thing my knees aren’t ns cold as your feet.” The slacker got off at the next stop. - <'nnudlsn. % . - ~ Business Mind. A prominent Indianapolis banker, thinking to practice a little conserva tion, took five Liberty loan colored post ers home to Ids four-year-old son to use as playthings, telling him they were Liberty bonds. The boy, evidently lu herlticg some of ids father's own busi ness ability, started out in the neigh borhood to sell the “bonds” for n nickel each. He succeeded promptly in stdliug all five, and brought the quar ter to his father to buy a Thrift stamp, - Indianapolis News. Eating War Bread. “My son has some grit in him, 1 can tell you." “Been eating war bread, I suppose.”—Ideas. 1 ECONOMY TALK is all ri$ht ECONOMY PRACTICE is better.^ instant I POSTUM is an economy drink—absolutely no waste. Besides, it is convenient, saves fuel and sugar, and leaves nothing to be desired in tHe way of flavor . TRY A CUP! _ ! - . THE TEETH OF THE TIGER ^ V by J MAURICE LEBLANC TRANSLATED BY ALEXANDER TEIXEIRA DE MATT03 CHAPTER SEVEN. (Continued.) For, after all, she was free, en tirely free in her actions and movements. The windows opening on tho Place du Palais-Bourbon gave her every facility for leav ing the house under cover of the darkness and coming in again un known to anybody. It was therefore quite possible that, on the night of the double crime, she was among the mur derers of Hippolyte Fauville and his son. It was quite possible that she had taken part in the mur ders, and even that the poison had been injected into the victims by her hand, by that little, white, slender hand which he saw rest ing against the golden hair. A shudder passed through him. He had softly put back the paper in the book, restored the book in its place, and moved nearer to the girl. All of a sudden, he caught him self studying the lower part of her face, the shape of her jaw! Yes, that was what he was making ev ery effort to guess, under the curve of the cheeks and behind the veil of the lips. Almost against his will with personal anguish mingled with torturing curiosity, he stared and stared, ready to force open those closed lips and to seek the reply to the terrifying problem that suggested itself to him. Those teeth, those teeth which he did not see, were net they the teeth that had left the incriminat ing marks in the fruit? Which were the teeth of the tiger, the teeth of the wild beast: these, or the other woman's? It was an absurd supposition, because tho marks had been recog nized as made by Marie Fauville. But was the absurdity of a suppo sition a sufficient reason for dis carding it? Himself astonished at the feel ings that agitated him, fearing lest he should betray himself, lie preferred to cut short the inter view, and, going up to the girl, he said to her, in an imperious and aggressive tone: “i wish all the servants in the house to be discharged. You will give them their wages, pay them such compensation as they ask for, and see that they leave today; defi nitely. Another staff of servants will arrive this evening. You will be here to receive them.” She made no reply. He went away, taking with him the uncom fortable impression that had late ly marked his relations with Flor ence. The atmosphere between them always remained heavy and oppressive. Their words never seemed to express tho private thoughts of either of them; and their actions did not correspond with the words spoken. l)iil not the circumstances logically de mand the immediate dismissal of Florence Levasseur as well? Yet Don Luis did not so much as think of it . Returning to his study, he at once rang up Mazeroux and, low ering his voice so us not to let it reach the next room, be said: “Is that von, Mazeroux?” “Yes.” “Has the prefect placed you at mv disposal?” “Yes.” “Well, tell him that I have ! Hacked all my servants and that I have given you their names and instructed you to have an active watch kept on them. We must look among them for Sauvorand's accomplice. Another thing: ask the prefect to give you and me permission to spend the night at Hippolyte Fauville’s house.” “Nonsense! At the house on the i Boulevard Suehet?” l* Yes. 1 have every reason to be j lieve that something's going to ! happen there.” “What sort of thing?” “I don’t know. But something is bound to take place. And 1 in sist on being at it. Is it arranged?” “Right, chief. Unless you hear to the contrary, I'll meet you at !) o’clock this evening on the Boule vard Suehet. Pcrennn did not see Mile. Levas eeul again that day. lie went out in the course of the afternoon, and called at the registry office, where he chose some servants: a chauf feur, a coachman, a footman, a cook, and so on. Then he went to 18 a photographer, who made a new copy of Mile. Levasseur's photo graph. Don Luis had this touched up and faked it himself, so that the prefect of police should not per ceive the substitution of one set of features for another. He dined at a restaurant and, at 0 o’clock, joined Mazeroux on the Boulevard Suchet. Since the Danville murders the house had been left in the charge of the porter. All the rooms and all the locks had been sealed up, except the inner door of the work room, of which the police kept the koys for the purposes of the in quiry. The big study looked as it did before, though the papers had been removed and put away and there were no books and pamphlets left on the writing table. A layer of dust, clearly visible by the elec tric light, covered its black leather and the surrounding nlahogany. “Well, Alexandre, old man,” cried Don Luis, when they had made themselves comfortable, “what do you say to this? It’s rather impressive, being here again, what? But, this time, no barricading of doors, no bolts, eh? If anything's going to happen, on this night of the 15th of April, we will put nothing in our friend's way. They shall have full and en tire liberty. It’s up to them, this time.” Though joking, Don Luis was nevertheless singularly impressed, as he himself said, by the terrible recollection of the two crimes which he had been unable to pre vent and by the haunting vision of the two dead bodies. And he also remembered with real emotion the implacable duel which lie had fought with Mme. Danville, the woman's despair and her arrest. “Tell me about her,” he said to Mazeroux. “So she tried to kill herself?” “\es, said Mazeroux, “a thor oughgoing attempt, though she had to make it in a manner which she must have hated. She hanged herself in strips of linen torn from her sheets and underclothing and twisted together. She had to be restored by artificial respiration.. She is out of danger now. 1 believe, hut she is never left alone, for she swore she would do it again.” “She has made no confession?” “No. She persists in proclaim ing her innocence.” “And what do they think at the public prosecutor's? At the pre fect’s? “Why should they change their opinion, chief? The inquiries con firm every one of the charges brought against her; and, in par ticular, it. has been proved beyond the possibility of dispute that she alone can have touched the apple and that she can have touched it only between 11 o’clock at night and 7 o’clock in the morning. Now the apple bears the undeniable marks of her teeth. Would you admit that there are two sets of paws in the world that leave the same identical imprint?” “No, no,” said Don Luis, who was thinking of Florence Levas seur. “No, the>argument allows of no discussion. We have here a fact that-is clear as daylight; and the imprint is almost tantamount to a discovery in tho act. Hut then how, in the midst of all this, are we to explain the presence of-’’ “Whom, chief?” “Nobody. 1 had an idea worry ing me. Besides, you see, in all this there are so many unnatural tilings, such queer coincidences and inconsistencies, that 1 dare not count on a certainty which the reality of tomorrow may destroy.” They went on talking for some time, in a low voice, studying the question in all its bearings. At midnight they switched off the electric light in the chandelier and arranged that each should go to sleep in turn. And the hours went by as they had done when the two sat up be fore, with the same sound of be lated carriages and motor cars; the same railway whistles; the same silence. The night passed without alarm or incident of any kind. At day break the life out of doors was re sumed; and Don Luis, during his waking hours, bad not heard a sound in the room exeept tha monotonous snoring of his com panion. “Gan I have been mistaken?” lie wondered. “Did the clue in that volume of Shakespeare mean some thing else? Or did it refer to events of last year, events that took place on the dates set down?” In spite of everything, he felt overcome by a strange uneasiness as the dawn began to glimmer ihrouglkthe half closed shutters. A fortnight before, nothing had hap pened either to warn him; and yet lliere were two victims lying near Dim when lie woke. At 7 o’clock he called out: “Alexandre!” “Eh? What is it, chief?” “You’re not dead?” “What’s that? Dead? No, chief; why should I be?” “Quite sure?” ■'1 ■ ” “Well, that's a good ’an! not you?” BljjU “Oh, it'll he my turn soon|R|£i| sid'Titig t lie inhdlig.'liee ol'MI&f scoijiid 1'i‘ls. there's no reasoiBlJ*? :hey should go on missing iuKp|p They waited an hour lBS||| 'I lien IVrcnna opened a and I lirew had; the shutterH|§SfJ| "I say, Alexandre, pci-]iu|Hj££ft are not dead, hut you are ecrHSB very green.” Mazerouy gave a wry laugHy^ Upon my word, chief, I coB§|| that L had a had time of it I was keeping wateh whilcHB were asleep.” app Were you afraid 1 ’' “To the roots of my hair. iftplji on thinking that something going to happen. But you,Hi chief, don’t look as if yqu ... en jo\ mg yourself. \\'<t<Hh also——” HQ1 He interrupted himself, ouBggl ing an expression of unhouBP* astonisliment on Don laps’ fcflgg “What's the matter, ehiefiBlj “Look! * * * on the table that letter-— j|ppij He looked. There was a l^K® on the writing table, or. i"ttlB|tj l'dter card, the edges of whic^BSi been torn along the perfonSW( marks; and they saw the outside I of it, with the address, the stavnpd and the postmarks. “Did you put that there, Alex andre?” “You’re joking, chief. You know it can only have been you.” “It can only have been I * * * and yet it was not I.” “But then—— ” Don Luis took the letter card and, on examining it, found that the address and the postmarks had been scratched out so as to make it impossible to read the name of the addressee or where ho lived, hut that the place of posting was quite clear, as was the date: Paris, 4 January, 19— “So the letter is three and a half months old,” said Don Luis. He turned to the inside of the letter. It. contained a dozen lines and he at exclaimed: “Hippolyte Danville’s signa ture !” “And his handwriting,” ob served Mazeroux. “I can tell it at a glance. There's no mistake about that. What does it all mean? A letter written by Hippolyte Dan ville three months before his death V’ Perenna read aloud: • ^ My Dear Old Friend: I can only, alas, confirm what I wrote to you the other day: the plot is thickening around me! I do not yet know what their plan is and still less how they mean to put it into execution: but everything warns me that the end is at hand. 1 can see it in her eyes, llow strangely she looks at me sometimes! "Oh, the shame of it! Who would ever have thought her capable of it? I am a very unhappy man, my dear friend. “And it’s signed Hippolyte Dan ville,” Mazeroux continued, “and 1 declare to you that it's actually in his hand * • * written on the 4th of January of this year to a friend whose name we don’t know, though we shall dig him out some how, that I’ll swear. And this friend will certainly give us the proofs we want.” Mazeroux was becoming excited. “Proofs? Why, we don't need them! They’re here. M. Danville himself supplies them: ‘The end is at hand. I can sec it in her eyes.’ ‘Her’ refers to his wife, to Marie Danville, and the husband's evi dence confirms all that we knew against her. What, do you say, chief?” “You’re right.” replied Peren na, absent mindedly, “you’re right; the letter is final. Only “Only what?” , “Who the devil can have i brought it ? Somebody must have j entered the room last night while ; we were here. Is it possible? Dor, after all. we should have heard. ■ That’s what astounds me.” “It certainly looks like it.” “Just so. It was a queer enough 1 job a fortnight ago. But, still, we 1 were in the passage outside, while they were at work in here, where as, this time, we were here, both of us, close to this very table. And, ,gn this table, which had not the * least scrap of paper on it last night, we find this letter in the morning.” A careful inspection of the place gave them no clue to put them on the track. They went through the hopse from top to bottom and ascertained for certain that there was no one there in hiding. Be sides, supposing that any one was hiding there, how could he have made his way into the room with out attracting their attention? There was no solving the problem. ‘‘We won’t look any more,” said Perenna, "it's no use. In matters of this sort, some day or other the light enters by an un cranrms iTm^qpaHPnrn cfown the Rue Octave-Feuillett, and dis appeared. - “All right, you scoundrel, I'll eatcli you yet!” snarled Don Luis, abandoning a vain pursuit. “But you don't even know who lie is, chief.” “Yes, I do : it’s he.” “Who?” “The man with the ebony stick, lie’s cut off his beard and shaved his face, but 1 knew him for all that. It was the man who was taking pot shols at us yesterday morning, from the top of his stairs on the Boulevard Richard-Wal laee, the one who killed Inspector Ancenis. The blackguard! How did he know that I had spent the night at Fauville's? Have I been followed then and spied on? But, by whom? And why? And how?” Mazeroux reflected and said : “Remember, chief, you tele phoned to me in the afternoon to give me au appointment. For all you know, in#spite of lowering j your voice, you may have been heard by somebody at your place.” Don Luis did not answer. He thought of Florence. That morning Don Luis’ letters were not brought to him by Mile. Levasseur, nor did he send for her. He caught sight of her several times giving orders to the new servants. She must afterward have gone back to her room, for he did not see her again. In the afternoon he rangs for ills car and drove to the house on the Boulevard Suchet, to pursue with Mazeroux by the prefect’s instructions, a search that led to no result whatever. It was 10 o'clock when he came in. The detective sergeant and he had some dinner together. After ward, wishing also to examine the home of the man with the ebony stick, lie got into hi.s ear again, still accompanied by Mazeroux, and lold the man to drive to the Boulevard Richard-Wallace. The car crossed the Seine and followed the right hank. “Faster,” ho said to his new "chauffeur, through the speaking tube. “I’m accustomed to go at a good pace.” “You'll have an upset one fine day, chief,” said Mazeroux. “No fear.” replied Don Luis, “Motor accidents are reserved for fools. They reached the Place de l’Altna. The car turned to the left. “Straight ahead!” cried Don Luis. “Go by the Troeadero.” The car veered hack again. But suddenly it gave three or four lurches in-the road, took the pave ment, ran into a tree and fell over on its side. In a few seconds a dozen people were standing round. They broke one of the windows and opened the door. Don Luis was the first. 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