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MBTKOPOL1TAN COHUB8FONDMNCH SCHOOL,
TO Metropolitan Bank Building, Minneapolis, Minn.
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.
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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!
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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
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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:
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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.
TConlinued Xext Wetk.l
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During. I lie trial of a murder case re
cently The presiding judge interrupted A
the testimony of n detective to ask'
him to define the third degree. The; ~
detective replied that, although he
was familiar with the term, he was;
In the dark as to just what was meant1
by it.
The third degree, until recent years,!
was in the main a physical ordeal.'
The culprit was often struck, kicked,'
pinched, and otherwise roughly han
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prisoner is taken In hand by several1
detectives, who put him through a rig
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long stand up under a severe cross
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