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“Arrested!” cried Rouletabille. “Tutu they are the murderers!” . ”The concierges will be able to in- form us. no doubt ?" said Ronletabflle. pointing to the lodge. the door and windows of which were close shut. “The concierzps win not be able to {Re you any information, M. Rouleta- bills." “Why not?” “Because they were arrested half an hour ago.” “When you can’t arrest the real mur- derer,” he said. with an air of supreme mi. “you can always indulge in the him? of discovering accomplices.” _"Dkl you have them arrested. M. “Xot I! I haven’t had them arrest- ed. In the first place. I am pretty Sure that they have not had anything to do with the affair and then be- “EL Fred.” said Rouletabflle. raising his hat and showing the profound respect based on admiration. which the young reporter felt for the cele- brated detective. “can you tell me whether 1!. Robert Darzac is at the chateau at this moment? Here is one ‘01 his friends or the Paris bar. who desires to speak with him.” =“I really don't know. 31. Rouleta- bflle,” replied Fred. shaking hands :Wlth my friend. Whom he had several times met in the course of his difficult investigations. “1 have not seen him.” “Because of what?” asked Rouletn- hme eagerly. “Because of nothing.” said Larsan. d{king his head. me had made all speed, doubtless knowing by experience that if he was interrupted in what he was doing it was became his services wane nrgnnt- ly needed in another direction, so. as Bouletnbille said. he was that morning may “at work." We soon found out in what it consisted. What he was continually looking at . h the palm of his right hand was ‘ nothing but his watch, the minute} hand or which he appeared to be not- i in; intently. Then he turned back. ' still running, stopping only when he I ruched the park gate, where he again ' consulted his watch and then put it ‘ my in his pocket. shrugging his shoulders with a gesture of discourage- ment He pushed open the park gate. l, redosed and locked it. raised his head 3 and through the bars perceived us. 1 Rouletabille rushed after him, and I ‘ followed Frederic Larsan waited for l law room telegraphed his precious subordinate in London. where he had been sent on a big case of stolen se- W to return with all haste. Fred- Frederic Larsan shrugged his shoul- ”135 one was astonished. then, that the head of the Paris police had at the outset of the mystery of the ye]. ne'ér before seen him, but I knew him reputation. At that time. be- well by _ fore Rouletabxlle had given proof of his unique talent. Larsan was reputed as the most skillful unraveler of the most mysterious and complicated crimes- His reputation was world. wide. and the police of London and even of America often called him to their aid when their own national metals and detectives found them- selves at the end of their wits and re- dale, and Miss Bum” W . ‘. Mrs. Randolph McDonald. of Rose- Passed through town On Tuesday on The Mystery of The Yeflow ' GASTON LEROUX Tuesday on [follow Will’s ....-.â€"...._.-. ._...... -... an.-- . v‘-~.â€". m_â€" _-._.....~....__...-.._.. The words had hardly left the lips of Rouletabille than I saw Robert Darzac quail. Pale as he was, he be- came paler. His eyes were fixed on the young man in terror.-.and he im- meUJaLCIy descended n'om"the vehicle in an inexpressible state of agitation. “Comeâ€"come in!” he stammered. Then suddenly and with a sort of fury he repeated: “Let us go, monsieur.” He turned up by the road he had come from the chateau. Rouletabflle still retaining his hold on the horse’s bridle. l addressed a few words to M. Darzac. but he made no answer. My looks questioned Rouletabille, but his gaze was elsewhere. ‘ “Yes,” he said. “She will be saved perhaps. She must be saved!” 39 a a A -3: At-_ .1. _11‘I L- __ “The presbytery has lost nothing of its charm. nor the garden its bright- He did not add “or it will be my death,” but I felt that the phrase trem- lbled on his pale lips. Rouletabille intervened: “You are in a hurry. monsieur. but I must speak with you. I have some- thing of. the greatest importance to tell you.” Frederic Larsan interrupted: “May 1 leave you '3” he asked of Rob- ert Darzac. “Have you a key or do you wish me to give you this one?” ”01' mine. but as soon as he learned that the young man was a Journalist he looked at me very reproachfully, excused himself under the necessity of having to reach Epinay in twenty minutes, bowed and whipped up his horse. But Rouletabille had seized the bridle and, to my utter astonish- ment, stopped the carriage with a vigorous hand. Then he gave utter- ance to a sentence which was utterly meaningless to me. Robert Darzac, with knit brow, was beginning to show impatience. 1 pre- sented Rouletabille as a good friend I reached the chateau and, as; we approached it, saw four gendarmes pacing in front of a little door in the ground floor of the donjon. We soon learned that in this ground floor. which had former- ly served as a prison. M. and Mme. Bemier. the concierges. were confined. . “Thank you. I have a key and will lock the gate." Larsan hurried on! in the direction of the chateau, the imposing pile of which could be perceived a few hun- dred yards away. “ls mademoiselle getting better?" I immediately asked. M. Robert Darzac led us into the modem part of the chateau by a large door. protected by a projecting awning -3 “marquise” as it is called. Roule- tabine. who had resigned the horse and the cab _to the care of a servant, never took his eyes 011’ M. Darzac. I fol- lowed his look and perceived that it was directed solely toward the gloved hands of the Sorbonne professor. When we were in a tiny sitting room fitted with old furniture. M. Darzac filmed to Rouletabille and said sharp- ly: The cab was already at the park gate. and Robert Darzac was begging Frederic Larsan to open it for him. explaining that he was pressed for time to catch the next train leaving Epinay for Paris. Then he recognized me. While Larsan was unlocking the gate M. Danae inquired what had brought me to the Glandier at such a tragic moment. I noticed that he was trighttully pale and that his face was lined as it from the effects of some ten- rihiv snflering. eral bearing elegant and gentlemafily. Iarsan turned his head at the sound of a vehicle which had come from the chateau and reached the gate behind him. We recognized the cab which had, conveyed the examining magis- trate and his registrar from the sta- tion at Epinay. “Ah!" said Frederic Larsan. “If you want to speak with M. Robert Darzac. he is here.” “What do you want?” The reporter answ ham Mnn- ered In an my In the Heart of the Oak Grove. I, CHAPTER VI. COPYRIGHT. 1908. “That is what is so incredible. They were dressed completelyâ€"not one part or their costumes wanting. The wo- man wore wooden shoes, but the man had on laced boots. Now they assert I that they went to bed as half past 9 0n arriving this morning the examin- ing magistrate brought with him from i Paris a revolver of the same caliber as I that found in the room. for he couldn't 3 use the one held for evidence. and made his registrar fire two shots in “That was suspicious evidently,” ac- quiesced Rouletabille. “And were they dressed?” “Why have these people been ar- rested?” “It is a little my fault," said M. Dar- zac. “I happened to remark to the examining magistrate yesterday that it was inexplicable that the concierges had had time to hear the revolver shots, to dress themselves and to cover so great a distance as that which lies between their lodge and the pavilion in the space of two minutes, for not more than that interval of. time had elapsed after the firing of the shots when they were met by Daddy Jacques.” “Do you think so? Well, I hope to find something there.” replied Roule- tabille. “After breakfast we’ll set to work again. I’ll write my article, and it you’ll be so good as to take it to the office for me”â€" “Won’t you come back with me to Paris ?” “No; I shall remain here." I turned toward Rouletabille. He spoke quite seriously, and M. Robert Darzac did not appear to be in the least degree surprised. We were passing by the donjon and heard wailing voices. Rouletabflle “You’ll breakfast with me here, gen- tlemen”-â€" “YOu’ll fare very badly there. You’ll not find‘anythlng”â€" “We are going to the yellow room. Come With us," Rouletabme said to me. “You know. my dear boy, I am going to keep you with me all day. We’ll breakfast together somewhere about here”â€" “No, thanks,” replied the young man. “We shall breakfast at the Donjon For some twenty minutes I walked about in front of the chateau, trying vainly to link together the different evens of the day. When Rouletabille came out of the chateau in the company of M. Robert Dame, extraordinary to relate, I saw at a glance that they were the best of friends. not understand why M. Robert Dar- zac had not already shown the door to my imperunent, insulting and stupid friend. I was angry myself with Roule- tabille at that moment for his sus- picions which had led to this scene of the gloves. I thought that the Sorbonne profess- or would express his anger openly. but. on the contrary, by a visibly vio- lent ei'rort. he calmed himself. took on his gloves and showed his hands. They were unmarked by any cicatrice. “Are you satisfied?” “No!” replied Rouletabille. “My dear friend,” he said, turning to me. “I am obliged to ask you to leave us alone for a moment.” I bowed and retired. stupefled by what I had seen and heard. I could Rouletahme did not take the extend- ed hand. Lying with the utmost au- dacity, he said: “Monsieur, I have lived several years in Russia, where I have acquired the habit of nevér taking any but an un- gioved hand.” “As you are a friend of M. Salnclair. who has rendered me invaluable serv- ices in a just cause. monsleur. I see no reason for refusing you my hand"â€" “To shake you by the hand." Darzac shrank back. “What does that mean?" Evidently he understood, what I also understood, that my friend suspected him of the abominable attempt on the life of Mlle. Stangerson. The impres- sion 0.: the blood stained hand on the walls of the yellow room was in his mind. I looked at the man closely. His haughty face, with its expression ordinarily so straightforward, was at this moment strangely troubled. He held out his right hand and, referring to me, said: BY BRENTANO‘S cressed.‘ “The marks or the angers. the deep scratches on the chest and throat of Mlle. Stangerson, show that the wretch who attacked her attempt- ed to commit a frightful crime. The medical experts who examined these :races yesterday aflirm that they were made by the same hand as that which )eft its red imprint on the wall-an enormous hand. monsienr, much too Large to go into my gloves,” he added, with an indefinable smile. M. de Marquet has chosen to tell us. He not only knows that Mlle. Stanza!- son defended herselt with the re- volver, but he knows what the weapon was that was used to attack her. M. Dame tens mettwasa muttonbone. “There was not a drop or blood on either of her hands when she was lifted up,” replied M. Darzac. “We are now sure,” said I. “that it was Mlle. Stangerson who was armed with Daddy Jacques’ revolver, since she wounded the hand of the murder- er. She was in fear, then, of some- body or something.” “Probably." “Do you suspect anybody?" “No,” replied M. Darzac, looking at Rouletahllle. Rouletabille then said to me: “You must know, my friend, that the inquiry is a little more advanced than “Could ‘not that blood stained hand,” [ Interrupted, “have been the hand of Mlle. Stangerson. who, in the moment of falling, had pressed it against the wall and, in slipping. enlarged the 1m- pression ?” Before mounting the three steps lead- ;ng up to the door of the pavilion Rouletabille stopped and asked M. Darzac point blank: “What was the motive for the Tillie?" “Speaking for myself. monsieur, there :an be no doubt on the matter." said "No Qtzu‘."0t‘9()n's fiam-o svmar'“ We. Besides these chambers there was a flight of stairs leading to the attic. [‘he only chimney was the large one in :he laboratory. The vestibule, with its unbarred win- low and door opening into the park. The lavatory, between the vestibule {ml the yellow room. The pavilion had a ground floor Which was reached by a few steps, Ind e it was an attic, with which' Ive 11 not concern ourselves. The 'ooms of the pavilion were as follows: - The yellow room, with it: one win- low and its one door opening into the aboratory. The laboratory, with its two large barred windows and its doors, one ierving for the vestibule, the other for the yellow room. And it was in this somber and deso- ate retreat that we saw the white walls of the pavilion as we approach- ed. It was a queer looking building. without a window visible on the side by which we neared it. A little door done marked the entrance to it. It night hate passed for a tomb, a vast mausoleum in the midst of a thick for- Ist. As we came nearer we were able to make out its diaposition. The build‘ ing obtained all the light it needed from the southâ€"that is to say. from the open country. The little door :losed on the park. M. and Mlle. Stan- ;erson must have found it an ideal se- élusion for their work and their A ~-.. the son was black and muddy from‘ :he recent rains and the rotting of the nllen leaves. The trunks of the trees were black. and the sky above us was now, as it in mourning, charged with great, heavy clouds. We had crossed an old bridge thrown over the Douvc and were entering the part of the park (mind the Oak grove. Tho oaks‘here Wen.- centuries old. Au- tumn had already shriveled their tawny leaves. This place. which made- moiselle found cheerful and in which she lived in the summer season. ap- peared to us as sad and funereal now. “They have certainly some reason for their silence. What that reason is has to he found out. for. even if they are not accomplices. it may be of im- portance. Everything that took place on such a night is important." “If they had been accomplices,” said Rouletabille. “they would not have been there at all. When people throw themselves Into the arms of justice with the proofs of complicity on them, you can be sure they are not accom. pllces. I don‘t believe there are any accomplices in this affair." "Then why were they abroad at mid- night? Why don‘t they say?" the yellow room while the doors :ind‘ windows were closed. We were with him in the lodge of the concierges, and yet we heard nothingâ€"not a sound. The concierges have lied. of that there can be no doubt. They must have been already waiting not far from the pa. vilionâ€"waiting for something! Cer- tainly they are pot to be accused of being the authors of the crime. but their complicity is not improbab1e_ That was why M. do Marquet had them arrested at once." THE LINDSAY POST “So they keep on saying. monsieur; so they keep on saying. But if he had i gone on? that way we should have been 3 sure to have seen him. We are not ’ blind, neither M. Stangerson nor I nor 3 the concierges who are In prison. Why ; have they not put me in prison, too, on I account of my revolver?" “Ah,” said Rouletabme, “there are tootmarks visible on the path! The ground was very moist. I will look into that presently.” tabille. crime '3” “No, young man. My mistress never wore her hair in the way you suggest, neither on that day nor on any other. She had her hair drawn up, as usual. so that her beautiful forehead could be seen, pure. as that of an unborn child!” Rouletabille grunted and set to work examining the door, finding that it fas- tened itself automatically. He satis- fied himself that it could never remain Open and needed a key to open it. Then we entered the vestibule, a small, well lit room paved with square red “And fastened with the Iron catch inside,” said Daddy Jacques, "and I am quite sure that the murderer did not get out that way.” “Are there any blood stains?" “Yesâ€"on the stones outside-but blood or what '1’” Rouletabflle had already opened the window and was examining the shut- “Did your mistress wear her hair in bands that evening? You know what I meanâ€"over her forehead '3” “What is it, young man? If I can answer it”â€" “I ought not to allow anybody to en- ter, M. Robert, but of course the order does not apply to you. These gentle- men of justice have seen everything there is to be seen and made enough drawings and drawn up enough re- “Excuse me, M. Jacques. one ques- tion before anything else,” said Boule- tabille. “Fl-[en ," said our guide. “Nobody In the pavilion, Daddy Jacques?" Having said this, M. Darzac knocked at the door of the pavilion. I must confess to feeling a strong impatience to reach the spot where the crime had been committed. It was some time be- fore the door was opened by a man whom I at once recognized as Daddy Jacques. He appeared to be well over sixty years of age. He had 9. ions white ME}. and white hair. on which he ma flat Basque cap. He was dress- ed in a complete suit of chestnut coi- cred velveteen, worn at the sides; sa- bots were on his feet. He had rather a waspish‘looking face, the expression or'wnrcn ‘iIgn'ten'ea, however, as soon as he saw M. Darzac. “The scoundrel has proved it to be so,” said M. Robert Darzac sadly. “The joint 01' the bone found exactly fits the wound inflicted. My belief is that the wound would have been mortal if the murderer’s blow had not been arrested in the act by Mlle. Stan. gerson’s revolver. Wounded 1n the hand, he dropped the mutton bone and fled. Unfortunately the blow had been alrmdy given, and mademoiselle was stunned after having been nearly strangled. If she had succeeded in wounding the man with the first shot of. the revolver, she would doubtless have escaped the blow with the bone. But she had certainly employed her re- volver too late. The first shot devi- ated and lodged in the ceiling. It was the second only that took effect.” “A mutton bone in the hand of a skilled assassin is a frightful weapon." said Rouletabille. “a more certain weapon than a heavy hammer.” “Has a mutton bone been found in the yellow room?” I asked him. “Yes, monsienr," said Robert Darzac. “at the foot of the bed. but I beg of you not to say anything about it.” (I made a gesture of assent.) “It was an enormous mutton bone, the top of which. or, rather, the joint, was still red with the blood or the frightful wound. It was an old bone, which may, ac- cording to appearances, have served in other crimes. That’s what M. de Mar- quet thinks, who has had it sent to the municipal laboratory at Paris to be analyzed. In fact, he thinks he has detected on it not only the blood of the last victim, but other stains of dried blood. evidences of previous crimes.” Why is M. de Marquet surrounding this mutton bone with so much mySn tery? No doubt for the purpose of facilitating the inquiries of the agents of the police. He imagines perhaps that the owner of this instrument of crime, the most terrible invented. is going to be found among those who are well known in the slums of Paris who use it.” “Ah, this is the window by which 1e murderer escaped!” said Roule- “Were these closed at the time or the I"_ (To Be Continued.) ARM FOR SALEâ€"Known as the ‘ Ewers homestead, Wanchester, 2 miles from Port Perry, containing between 95 and 100 acres. Clay loam Bids or communications received and Particulars from NORMAN EWERS, 69 Alexander-st, Torontoâ€"W. Agent. ARM FOR SALEâ€"West part of 4% lot 7, Con. 14, Mariposa, 145 acres, about 95 under cultivation, the balance pasture. 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