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He spoke with a suppressed boastfulness of a certain invention of his own which was fast approaching perfection, and which would revolutionize the coal mines of France and ultimately of the world an application of electricity to the ,working of the mine and' the carriage of the coal, which would minimize labor, and achieve in leas than a month the results which now require a year. Dolores listened with admiring looks and fullest faith in the speaker. Mme. Quijada looked the disbelief and aversion whioh she may have feared to express in words. Fiorestaneltththe atmosphere f at was charged with electricity, and that the storm might buret at any moment ; yet he prolonged his visit till a few minutes after eleven, at which hour Duverdier made no sign of departure. He determined to follow up his inquiries about this mysterious family until he should come at a clearer ,understanding of their position and history. The first poiut he had to discover was the identity of the unseen admirer who aupplied the mother and daughter with their evidently ample means. He had considerable diffioulty in sifting the various accounts that were offered of the secluded beauty. She had been seen in public just often enough to excite' curiosity in that 'section of society which claims to be familiar with all the ramifications of the demi-monde, and she had acquired a kind of distinotion by her retired life, Of Duverdier°Fiorestan could learn noth- ing further. He Iived on a fourth floor in a street near the Pantheon, and he dab- bled in experiments in chemistry and electricity ; but in spite of these scientific tastes he was said to be a shallow pretend- er, who had never brought the smallest scheme to a successful result. Aman of schemes and dreams," said Florestan'a informant ; " an idle vagabond who is content to live upon women." "An idle vagabond who is content to live upon women." Musing over thosewords es he walked under the treee in theChamps Elysees on his way homeward,after a night ataBohemiau olub in the Boulevard Michel Fiorestan was suddenly reminded of the story of Antoinette Morel and her brother, and the hundred -pound note. Claude Morel, a chemist's assistant,alone in Paris with an only sister, whose heart was almostbroken by the loss of her Eng- lish lover. Louise Marcet, a woman who in • every look and secant bore the tokens of a great sorrow, might, allowing for the effect of grief and illness, be the age of Antoinette Morel, who would now be about forty. What if he had tumbled accidentally upon the very couple of whom he was in quest ? What if Leon Duverdier and Louise Marcet were Claude Morel and his sister Antoin- ette, hiding under changed names ? The very fact of the altered names would be significant of evil and would give rise to the darkest suspicions. Claude Morel, a proscribed Communist, was known to have escaped arrest and to have fled to London -with his sister after the last days of the Commune, and ib was within a year and a half after the close of the Commune that 'Robert Retro! was murdered by an unknown foreigner in a London lodging -house. There was that in the countenance and. manner of Louise Marcet which told of a more harrowing grief than an ordinary love affair which had ended in parting. She had the aspeot of one over whose youth there had passed some great horror, a grief too terrible to be outlived or forgotten. Those premature gray hairs, the deep lines upon the pallid forehead, the sunken cheeks and haggard eyes, were the lasting witness of an undying agony, and her hor- ror of Duverdier had been expressed in an unmistakable manner on the night when Florestan saw her start up and leave the room at his entrance. He remembered her extraordinary emo- tion upon hearing Miss Hatrell's name at the opera, the keen interest with which she had looked at mother and daughter. He had forgotten the incident until this montent,engrossed in far different thoughts, but it came back to him vividly to -night, and for the moment it seemed to him con - elusive evidence of Some past link between Louise Marcet and the name of Hatroll. Yet hereflected, presently, the associa- tion might be of another nature than that which he imagined. The fact that Duverdier was an adventurer and a student of chemistry might have no bear- ing upon the existence of Claude Morel,, the chemist's assistant of twenty years be- fore. The idea that Louise Matelot andLeon Duverdier were brother and sister might 1 be utterly without foundation. "At any rate I will try to put my sus- picions to the test," he said to himself. "If Louise Marcet is the emotional woman 1 take her to be, it will be easy to shake her firmness and see behind the veil." He determined to make an early oppor- tunity of being alone with the strge, pale woman, whose untold sorrow had touched him from their first meeting. He was haunted all through a wakeful night with shapes of horror—the phantasm piot are of the murder in the shabby Blooms bury lodging; the face of Leon Duverdier, cruel and dailcus, in the very net of tnur• der; the face of Robert Hatrell, which he remembered in his boyhood• --frank, open, attraotive. Ile had brooded too long over ver this oommenplaco domestic drama,and now he must needs try to establish a link between these three women and the murder in Den- mark Street. - 'MIES Foolish asthe fancy might be, he meant to teat ib to the uttermost, and for this purpose went to thief oMoe of the oriminal police of Paris early next morning, and contrived to get admitted to one of the heads of the department. To this geatlemeu he recalled the cir- cumstances saso#' Hebert nas HtrellS p t a murder, "The murderer wt}s supposed to be a Swiss," he said, "but that was a purely Speculative idea, founded upon his state- ment that be was a journeyman watch- maker. One parte at least of that state- ment, the assertion that he was employed by a well-known firm in Cornhill, was proved tobe false. The name. of Antoinette, which was used as a decoy to lure him to his death, is the name of a girl he knew in Paris. The girl's brother was known to be vindictively disposed toward hir,although her relations with Hetrell were perfectly innocent, and he anted as a man of honor throughout.. The mention of the girl's name is to my mind a conclusive proof that Claude Morel was concerned in the murder, if he was not the actual murderer. I wonder that the attention of the French police was not called to this case, and that o effect n was made to find the murderer 'upon this side of the Channel, seeing the large reward that was offered by Mr. Hat- reli's widow." " It was too soon after the Commune. We had our hands overful at that time. The police of this city have only one fault, monsieur." " And that is 1" " There are not half enough of them. The French police are the most highly trained body in Europe, yet crime stalkes rampant in the capital from midnight till morning; the wolves so much outnumber the sheep -dogs. Lown that It was an oversight on our part not to hunt down Claude Morel. His name was in the black book of the Commune for more than one petty villainy; but he slipped through our fingers, escaped the guns at Satory and the exportations from Havre. "There, is a man whose character and surroundings are an enigma to me, said Florest+;.n and whom I am most anxioua to understand more clearly. I will pay the expenses of any investigationyoumay make into the existence of this person." "Who is he 2" "He. Calle himself Leon Duverdier, but I have a shrewd suspicion that he is no other than Claude Morel. I wonder whether there is any one in your force who remembers Morel, and could identify him after a lapse of years ?" " There are plenty of men who were engaged in hunting down the Communists, but Morel was never a man of mark. 1 doubt if his personal appearance would be remembered by any of our men. You had better leave the matter in my hands fora few days, and I will see what can be done. On the following morning Gilbert Fiorestan was early on foot, sauntering in the neighborhood of the flower -market near the Boulevard St- Michel. He had heard Mme. Quijada say that her niece went every morning to the flower -market to make her' own selections from the daily supply, and he relied upon meeting her there. He was not disappointed. She made her appearance between eight and nine o'clock, very plainly dressed in a black merino gown and a black straw bonnet, and carrying a light basket on her arm. He waited about while she made her purchases, and when she had filled her basket, and was walking along the Quai in a homeward direction, he followed her . and addressed her. "Good -morning, Mademoiselle Marcet. 1 hops you are not it a hurry this morning," he said, walking by her side. She looked round at him with an appro. hensive air, and quickened her pace. "I have always a great deal to do of a morning," she answered, quickly. "Yes, I am rather in a hurry." "Not so much so as to deny me ten minutes' private conversation, I hope," he said. "There is something about which I want to talk to you most particularly—. sornething which dates from the evening we met at the opore. when you saw Robert Hatrell's widow in the stalls." Her pale face flushed for moment or so, and then grew paler than before. Ho had no doubt of the emotion•caused by the mere sound of the murdered man's name. His intention had been to ask her to walk as far as the Luxembourg Gardens with him, so that he might have leisure and quiet for serious conversation, but, he saw such avoidance and apprehension in her manner that he deemed it wiser to come to the point at once. There were not many people upon the Qua' at this hour, and•he came to a standstill near a display of shabby second-hand litera_ ture,and,stood their quietly expectant, while Louise Marcet' dropped her basket of flowers and leaned against the stone parapet, palid and- trembling, almost as if she were on'the point of fainting. " His name moves you now as it moved you then," he said, earnestly, laying his hand upon her arm as it hung by her side, while she leaned with the other elbow upon the stone slab. "I am assured, that you could throw a new light upon his creel death ; that it is in your power to bring about the discovery of hit murderer." " I don't know what you are talking about," she said. " Who is Robert Hatrell —and what is Robert Hatrell tome?" She pronounced the name with difficulty, but she pronounced it more correctly than a French woman world have pronounced an English name unheard before. "Robert Hatroll is a man who was lured to his death by a woman's name, and that name was yours i" said Florestan, with conviction, holding her arm in his strong grasp looking straight into her eyes, which tried in vain to evade that direct gaze. "But for his regard for you,his fidelity to a tender memory, he would never have been tempted into the house where he was slaugh• tared, That house was a gust=apene, and you were the assassin's lure— and if that assassin was your brother, It 1s not the less your duty to denounce him," So cold. blooded a murderer deserves no mercy even' from his nearest of kin." " I don't know what you are talking about," she repeated, doggedly, with. trembling lips. " Oh, but you do, you do -ever line in your face acknowledges} y deny. You thick it is a sister,what ' your lips s duty to shield a brother, to be dumb or i o'lie in his defense, even when that brother is little better than a beast of prey.` You shrink from himwith uudisguisod loathisig,youwill not stay in the same reser' with hies, yet you allow your (mud/Ito waste her love upon him, and you do nob warn her that the man with whom she associates in confiding afa fsotion has the heart of a tiger, and would stop at no prime that would serve his own interest. You know what he is, and you know, by the light of tie past, what may be expeoted of Dula in the future. . Do you think that the Denmark Street murderer is a man to stop at his .first crime, or at his second ? Given each a nature es that, and the occasion will give birth to the crime." " You talk in riddles --in• riddles," the said, helplessly, looking from side to eide like a wild animal at bay, "You refute to trust me 2 You deny that your real name is Antoinette Morel, and that you are the sister of Claude Morel, theomC muni t2 "My name is Louise Marron" "Very well; remember; I have warned you. In Claude Morel's first prime you were only the decoy. Who know. 2 to his second you may be the victim." CHAPTER XVL. FRENCH exays. Gilbert Fiorestan, who bad not been re. markably energetic in the pursuit of any ambition or fancy of his own, could but wonder at the intensity which moved his thoughts and his actions in the pursuit of that investigation which Mrs. Arden had confided to "him. He could think of noth- ing else, ' undertake no other occupation ; and when hie thoughts were not fixed upon Leon Duverdier and hit supposed sister, they were on the other aide of the Channel, haunting. River Lawn, or a certain house in Grosvenor Square, and following one par- ticular girlish figure with an alarming persistence. "Why are mothers in such a hurry to give away their daughter's future lives ?" he asked himself, not knowing that Daisy had accepted her old playfellow of her own free will, pledging herself almost unawares with that girlish lightness which disposes of women's lives in a breath, for good or for evil. • He felt that his case was hopeless, and yet iG was something tohim to be able to devote himself to Mrs. Arden's service, to feel that there were confidence and friend- ship between him and Daisy's mother, friendship which would at least give him an excuse for fleeing Daisy now and then and making himself a little more unhappy. Hopeless lovers cultivate the weed un- happiness as if it were a flower. Florestan had no more doubt that Mme. Quijada'a niece was Antoinette Morel than he had of his own identity. Her denial was in its mode and manner quite as good as a con fession. Re read the report of the inquest for a third time, and subsequent paragraphs. describing the cashing of the bank -notes at Cannes and• at Monte Carlo, and he was strongly inclined to believe that the elderly and aristocratic French woman who changed the notes was no other than Mme. Quijada. True that the elderly lady's white hair was a point in the description, while the Spanish lady's hair was still black; but it would bo only natural that a woman intrusted with such a critical mission would do her utmost to hide her identity. True also that the elderly lady was described as having a mole over the left eyebrow, while Mme. Quijada showed no suohmark; but it was by nomeans unlikely that the male was an artificial dis- figurement devised to divert suspicion from the lady hereafter. Was it the same woman who stopped Robert'Hatrell in Cranbourne Street and who appealed to him on behalf of the dying Antoinette? Yes, Fiorestan thought, the same; although the woman;) Cranbourne Street was described by Colonel Macdonald as middle-aged. And if this were so, Mine. Quijada had been her nephew's aider and abettor in a diabolical murder. Would Antoinette, otherwise Louise, warn her aunt of his suspicions? He deter- mined to appear in the lady's salon on her next evening, in order to discover, if it were possible, what confidences had passed between the aunt and niece. His own idea of the situation was thatthe younger wom- an existed in her aunt's house only on sufferance, and that there was suspicion on the one side and loathing on the other. He spent only half an hour in the Rue Saint Guillaume, Louise was absent from the salon, suffering from an neuralgic head- ache, her aunt told him. Dolores looked pale and preoccupied. There was no change in her mother's manner, and Fiorestan con- cluded that Louise had told her nothing. There was no other visitor, and the dullness of the salon was oppressive. Before he left he contrived, in the most casual way, to ask an important question. He commented in a smypathizing tone upon Mlle. Marcet's delicate appearance and weak health,andthen he said, abruptly: "How lcng is it since she had that serious illness of which you told me?" "A good many years; I really don't re- member how many," replied Mme. Quijada, carelessly. "Oh, mother, you can't forget the year," cried Dolores, who had been yawning be- hind her fan, "It was in '72, the year we went to Madrid." The year of Robert Hatrell's murder. This auswer settled two points: Antoinette's illness and the establishment of Mme. Qui- jada at Madrid had been events of the same year. The horror of Claude Morel's crime had been the cause of his sister's brain fever. The proceeds of the crime had enabled Claude Morel's accomplice to establish hsr- self in the Spanish capital. Doubtless it was to Spain that the murderer had betaken, himself, thinking it a safer refuge than the new world. .His southern birth bad made it easy for him to peas as a Spaniard. Fiorestan felt that ise was getting the threads of the tangled skein into his hands. He called on the following day at the head- quarters of the Police de Surete, and was again admitted to the important official to whom he had confided his suspicions of Duverdier. "1 have read the story of Mr. Hattrell's murder," said this functionary, after re- oeiving him with grave politeness, " and I agree with you that the name of Antoinette, employed as a lure, goes very near to fix the murder, or, at any rate, complicity with the murder, upon Antoinette's brother. Yet you must bear in mind that there are always remote possibilities in every case, and the obvious solution of a mystery is not always the right solution. It is possible that Mn Harrell may have talked of this youthful love affair, and that the name of his sweet- heart may have been known to others be. sides her brother." "No other man would have had the same malignant feeling to prompt the crime," suggested Fiorestan. " Orime which was to realize a gain of nearly four thousand pounds would need no prompting from sentiment Or revenge. How can you aoeount for Morel's precise knowledge of Mr. Hatrell's movements? Vyas ho in frequent communication with Hatred! at this time " I should say decidedly not but I have no absolute knowledge upon this point," ""'Then in all probability he was in coin- munioabion with his sister's former lover. It would be only natural for than of that kind to try and trade upon his kaowled e of the past.'" g "I have to remindyou that Mr. Batten's atr t's relations with he French girl were porfodt• ly Wetmore" The .odioial, who had . grown grey in the experience of the worst tooioty in Paris, shrugged his shoulders and expressed all the doubt which an elderly and astute visage eau express. ed.� Will .you vouch for that fact?" be ask;, There was no inoro to be said. Whater er ideas M, Jaluc had as to the possibility of any satisfactory solution of the mystery of Robert Hatrell's murder, he did no impart them to Florestan, but simply took that gentle acheckfor the expenses incurred d in the ingeriss and investigations that had. beep made at his request, and said that " for the rest, time would show," " If this Dnverdier is as black a villain as you believe him to be—or, other words, if he is the Denmark Street murderer—he will be sore to put bis neck under the knife. No such man stops at/ a .single crime." " is a man to be watched, then," said Fiorestan, " Yes, he is a man to be watched, and I believe he will prove a man worth, watch- ing." atchins" (To lie cerement!), ) A JAPANESE ON CANADA. 12 emurlrs or the Japanese e Uonal at Van- couver, sos s - n couver, R.0 In Vaneouvor, B.C., a banquet was given to the retiring Japanese Consul, Mr. Shim- izu, who, in the course of hie remarks,gave his impressions of British Columbia and Canada. He said that it had been to him a great pleasure to get to know the citizens of Vancouver, They had all been very kind and courteous to him, and had made him feel at home wherever he went. Re was very deeply obliged to one and all. As to the situation of the city, he desired to ex- press an opinion. It was the sea -gate to the Paoific, and was bound to become, in epite of all opposition, one of the centres of trade and commerce of the world. 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