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By GASTON LEROUX
CHAPTER IX.
Reporter and Detective.
lOTJLETABILLE, Dnrzae and 1
went back toward the pavilion.
At some distance from tbe
building tbe reporter made us
stop and. pointing to a small clump of
trees to tbe right of us, said:
"Ttaat'B where the murderer came
from to get into the pavilion."
As there were other patches of trees
of the same sort between the great
oaks. I asked why the murderer had
chosen that one rather than any of tbe
others. Rouletabllle answered me by
pointing to tbe path which ran quite
close to the thicket to the door of the
pavilion.
"That path ls as you see, topped
with gravel." be said. "The man must
have passed along it going to tbe pa
vilion, since no traces of his steps have
been found on tbe soft ground. The
man didn't bnve wings; he walked,
but he walked on the gravel, which
left no impression of his tread. The
pravel has, In fact, been trodden by
many other feet, since the path Is tbe
most direct way between tbe pavilion
and tbe chateau. As to the thicket,
made of the sort of shrubs that don't
flourish In the rough season laurels
and -fuchsias It offered the murderer
a sufficient hiding place until It was
time for him to make his way to the
pavilion. It was while hiding In that
clump of trees that he saw M. and
Mile. Stangerson and then Daddy
Jacques leave the pavilion. Gravel
has been spread nearly, very nearly,
up to the windows of the pavilion. The
footprints of a man parallel with the
wall, marks which we will examine
presently and which I have already
seen, prove thnt he only needed to
make one stride to find himself In
front of the vestibule window, left
open by Daddy Jacques. The man
drew himself up by his hands and en
tered the vestibule."
"After all. it Is very possible," I said.
"If I did not reason as I do In re
gard to this gravel," Itouletabllle went
on, "I should have to assume a bal
loon. So don't say a thing is possible
when it could not be otherwise. We
know now how the man entered by
the window, and we also know the
moment at which he entered during
the B o'clock walK of the professor
and his daughter. The fact of the
presence of the chambermaid, who bad
come to clean up the yellow room, in
the laboratory when M. Stangerson
and his daughter returned from their
walk at half past 1 permits us to af
firm that at half past 1 tbe murderer
was not in the chamber under tbe bed
unless he was in collusion with tbe
chambermaid. What do you say, M.
Durzac?"
M. Darzac shook bis head and said
he was sure of the chambermaid's
fidelity and that she was a thorough
ly honest and devoted servant
, "Besides," he added, "at 5 o'clock
M. Stangerson went into tbe room to
fetch his daughter's hat."
"There is that also," said Rouleta
bllle. "That the man entered by tbe win
dow at the time you say, I admit," I
said, "but why did he shut tbe win
dow! It was an act which would nec
essarily draw tbe attention of those
who had left It open."
"It may be tbe window was not shut
at once," replied the young reporter.
"But if he did shut the window it was
because of the bend ia the gravel path
A dozen yards from tbe pavlllqn and
oa account of the three oaks that are
Crowing at that spot."
"What do you mean by that?" asked
M. Darzac, who had followed us and
listened with almost breathless atten
tion to all that Itouletabllle had said.
"I'll explain all to you later on, mon
sieur, when I think tbe moment to be
ripe for doing so. But I don't think
I have anything of more importance
to say on this affair if my hypothesis
Is justified."
"And what Is your hypothesis 7'
"You will never know if it does not
turn out to be the truth. It is of much
too grave a nature to speak of it so
long as. it continues to be only a hy
pothesis." "Have you at least some idea as to
who the murderer is?"
"No, monsieur, I don't know who
the murderer is. But don't be afraid,
M. Robert Darzac. I shall know."
I could not .but observe that M. Dar
zac was deeply moved, and I suspect
ed that Rouletabille's confident asser
tion was not pleasing to him. Why,
I asked myself, if be was really afraid
that the murderer should be discover
ed, was he helping tbe reporter to find
him? My young friend seemed to
have received the same impression,
for he said bluntly:
"M. Darzac, don't you want me to
find out who the murderer was?"
"Oh, I should like to kill him with
my own hand I" cried Mile. Stanger
son's fiance, with a vehemence that
mated me.
"I believe you," said Rouletabllle
Bravely. "Bat you have not answered
my question."
We ware passing by tbe thicket of
Which the young reporter bad spoken
to us a minute before. I entered it
And pointed out evident traces of a
ysiery
Yellow
man "who bad- been "hidden there?
Rouletabllle once more was right.
"Yes, yes," he said. "We have to du
with a thing of flesh and blood, who
uses the same means that we do. It'll
nil come out on those lines."
Having said this, he asked me foi
the paier pattern of tbe footprint
which he had given me to take care
of and applied it to a very clear foot
mark behind the thicket "Aha!" he
said, rising.
I thought he was now going to trace
back the track of the murderer's foot
marks to the vestibule window, but he
led us instead far to the left saying
that it was useless ferreting In tbe
mud and that he was sure now of the
road taken by the murderer.
"He went along the wall to the hedge
and dry ditch, over which he Jumped.
See, just In front of the little path
leading to tbe lake, that was bis near
est way to get out."
"How do you know he went to the
lake?"
"Because Frederic Larsan has rot
quitted tbe borders of It since this
morning. There must be some impor
tant marks there."
A few minutes later we reached the
lake.
It was a little sheet of marshy wa
ter, surrounded by reeds, on which
floated some dead water illy leaves.
The great Fred may have seen us ap
proaching, but we probably Interested
him very little, for he took hardly any
notice of us and continued to be stir
ring with his cane something which
we could not see.
"Look!" said Rouletabllle.. "Here
again are tbe footmarks of tbe escap
ing man. They skirt tbe lake here and
Anally disappear Just before this path,
which leads to the high road to Epl
nay. The man continued his flight to
Paris."
"What makes you think that?" I
asked, "since these footmarks are not
continued on the path?"
"What makes me think that? Why,
these footprints, which I expected to
find!" he cried, pointing to the sharply
outlined imprint of a neat boot "See!"
And be called to Frederic Larsan.
"M. Fred, these neat footprints seem
to have been made Blnce the discovery
of the crime."
"Yes, young man, ves. They have
been carefully made," replied Fred
without raising his bead. "You see.
there are steps that come and steps
that go back."
"And the man had a bicycle!" cried
the reporter.
Here, after looking at tbe marks of
tbe bicycle, which followed, going and
coming, the neat footprints, I thought
I might Intervene.
"Tbe bicycle explains the disappear
ance of tbe murderer's big footprints,"
I said. "Tbe murderer, with bis rough
boots, mounted a bicycle. His accom
plice, the wearer of the neat boots,
bad come to wait for blm ou tbe edge
of the lake with the bicycle. It might
be supposed that tbe murderer was
working for the other,"
"No, no!" replied Rouletabllle, with
a strange smile. "I have expected to
find these footmarks from tbe very
beglnnlug. These are not the foot
marks of the murderer."
"Then there were two?"
"No; there was but one, and he bad
no accomplice."
"Very good! Very good!" cried Fred
eric Larsan.
"Look!" continued the young report
er, showing us tbe ground where It
had been disturbed by big and heavy
heels. "The man seated himself
there and took off his hobnailed boots
which he bad worn only for the pur
pose of misleading detection, and then
no doubt, taking them away with him,
he stood up in his own boots and
quietly and slowly regained the high
road, holding his bicycle in bis band,
for be could not venture to ride it on
this rough path. That accounts for
the lightness of tbe impression made
by tbe wheels along it in spite of the
softnesB of the ground. If there bad
been a man on tbe bicycle the wheels
would have sunk deeply into the soil.
No, no; there was but one man there
the murderer on foot."
"Bravo! Bravo!" cried Fred again.
And. coming suddenly toward us and
planting himself in front of M. Rob
ert Darzac, he said to him:
"If we had a bicycle here we might
demonstrate tbe correctness of the
young man's reasoning, M. Robert
Darzac. Do you know whether there
is one at the chateau?"
"No," replied M. Darzac, "there is
not. I took mine four days ago to
Paris, the last time I came to tbe
chateau before the crime."
"That's a pity," replied Fred very
coldly. Then, turning to Rouletabllle,
he said: "If we go on at this rate we'll
both come to the same conclusion. Have
you any Idea as to how tbe murderer
got away from the yellow room?"
"Yes," said my young friend, "I
have an idea."
"So have I," said Fred, "and it must
be the same as yours. There are no
two ways of reasoning in this affair.
1 1 am waiting for tbe arrival of my
chief before offering any explanation
to the examining magistrate."
"Ah! Is the chief of tbe police
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"Yes, this afternoon. He is going to
ummon before the magistrate in the
aboratory all those who have played
my part in this tragedy. It will be
very interesting. It is a pity you
won't be able to be present."
"I shall be present," said Rouleta
bllle confidently.
"Really you are an extraordinary
fellow for your ape!" replied the de
tective In a tone not wholly free from
Irony. "You'd make a wonderful de
tective If you had a little more meth
odIf you didu't follow your Instincts
ind that bump on your forehead. As
I have already several times observed,
M. Rouletabllle, you reason too much.
You do not allow yourself to be guid
ed by what you have seen. What do
you say to the handkcrchl?f full of
blood and the red mark of tbe hand
on the wall? You have seen the stnln
on the wall, but I have only seen the
handkerchief."
"Bah!" cried Rouletabllle. -"The
murderer was wounded in the hand
by Mile. Stangerson's revolver."
"Defective observation defective ob
servation! The examination of the
handkerchief, the numberless little
round scarlet stains, the impression of
drops which I found In the tracks of
the footprints at tbe moment when
they were made on the floor, prove to
me that the murderer was not wound
ed at all. M. Rouletabllle, tbe mur
derer bled at tbe nose!"
The great Fred spoke quite seriously.
However, I could not refrain from ut
tering an exclamation.
The reporter looked gravely at Fred,
who looked gravely at him. And Fred
Immediately concluded:
"The man allowed the blood to flow
into hlB hand and handkerchief and
dried his hand on the wall. The fact Is
highly Important," he added, "because
there is no need of his being wounded
In the hand for blm to be tbe mur
derer." Rouletabllle seemed to be thinking
deeply. After a moment be said:
"There is something a something.
M. Frederic Larsan, much graver than
the misuse of logic, tbe disposition of
mind in some detectives which makes
them in perfect good faith twist logic
to the necessities of their preconceived
Ideas. Beware of Judicial error, M.
Fred; it will trip you up."
And, laughing a little in a slightly
bantering tone, his hands in his pock
ets, Rouletabllle fixed his cunning eyes
on the great Fred.
Frederic Larsan silently contemplat
ed the young reporter who pretended
to be as wise as himself. Shrugging
his shoulders, be bowed to us and
moved quickly away, bitting the stones
on his path with his stout cane.
Rouletabllle watched his retreat and
then turned toward us, his face Joyous
and triumphant.
"I shall beat him!" he cried. "I shaU
beat tbe great Fred, clever as he is! I
shall beat them all!"
And be danced a double shuffle
Suddenly he stopped. My eyes follow
ed his gaze. They were fixed on M.
Robert Darzac, who was looking anx
iously at tbe Impression left by his
feet side by side with tbe elegant
footmarks. There was not a particle
of difference between them!
We thought he was about to faint
His eyes, bulging with terror, avoided
ns, while hU- right band, with a spas
modic movement, twitched at the
beard that covered his honest, gentle
and now despairing face. At length
regaining bis self possession, he bowed
to us and, remarking in a changed
voice that he was obliged to return to
the chateau, left us.
"The deuce!" exclaimed Rouletabllle.
He also appeared to be deeply con
cerned. From bis pocketbook be took
a piece of white paper, as I had seen
him do before, and with his scissors
cut out the shape of the neat boot
marks that were on the ground. Then
he fitted the new paper pattern with
the one be bad previously made. The
two were exactly alike. Rising, Route
tabllle exclaimed suddenly, "The
deuce!" Presently he added, "Yet I
believe M. Robert Darzac to be an hon
est man." He then led me on the road
to tbe Donjon inn, which we could
eee on the highway by the side of a
small clump of trees.
CHAPTER X.
mHE Donjon Inn was at least
two centuries old, perhaps old
er. Under its signboard over
the threshold a man with a
crabbed looking face was standing,
seemingly plunged in unpleasant
thought, if the wrinkles on bis fore
bead and tbe knitting of hla brows
were any Indication.
When Rouletabllle and I were close to
him be deigned to see us and asked us
In a tone anything but engaging wheth
er we wanted anything. He was no
doubt the not very amiable landlord of
this charming dwelling place. As we
expressed a hope that he would be
good enough to furnish us with a
breakfast he assured us that be had
no provisions.
"You may take us in," Rouletabllle
said to him. "We are not pollcemea,"
"We Shall Have to Eat Red Meat
Now."
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VI'm not afraid of the police, f'm
not afraid of any one," replied the
man.
I had made my friend understand by
a sign that we should do better not to
insist; but being determined to enter
the inn, he slipped by the man on the
doorstep and was in the common room.
"Come on," he said. "It is very com.
fortable here."
A good fire was blazing in tbe cbtra
ney, and we held our hands to tbe
warftth It sent out. It was a morning
in which the cjiproach of winter was
unmistakable. Tbe room was a toler
ably large one, furbished with two
heavy tables, some stools, a counter ;
decorated with rows of bottles of sirup j
and alcohol.
"That's a fine fire for roasting a
chicken," said Rouletabllle. '
"We have no chicken, not even a
wretched rabbit." said tbe landlord. I
"I know," said my friend slowly "I
know. We shall have to eat red meat
now."
"I confess I did not in the least un
derstand what Rouletabllle meant by
what he had said, but tbe landlord as
soon as he heard the words uttered an
oath, which he nt once stifled, and
placed himself at our orders as obe
diently as M. Robert Darzac had done
when he beard Rouletabille's mysteri
ous sentence, "The presbytery has lost
nothing of Its charm nor the garden its
brightness."
The man pushed open a little side
door and called to somebody to bring
him half a dozen eggs and a piece of
beefsteak. Tbe commission was quick
ly executed by a strongly built young
woman with beautiful blond hnlr and
jarge, handsome eyes, who regarded us
with curiosity.
The innkeeper said to ber roughly:
"Get out, and If tbe Green Man comes
don't let me see him!"
She disappeared. Rouletabllle took
the eggs, which had been brouglrf to
him in a bowl, and tbe meat, which
was on a dish, placed all carefully be
side him In the chimney, unbooked a
frying pan and a gridiron and began
to beat up our omelet before proceed
ing to grill our beefsteak. He then or
dered two bottles of cider aud seemed
to take as little notice of our host as
our host did of him. Tbe landlord let
us do our own cooking and set our
table near one of the windows.
Suddenly I heard blm mutter:
"Ah. there he Is!"
His face bad changed, expressing
fierce hatred. He went aud glued him
self to one of the windows, watching
the road. There was no need for me
to draw Rouletabille's attention. lie
had already left our omelet and bad
joined the landlord at tbe window. I
went with him.
A man dressed entirely In green vel
vet his head covered with a hunts
man's cap of the same color, was ad
vancing leisurely, lighting a pipe as be
walked. He carried a fowling piece
slung at bis back. His movements
displayed an almost aristocratic ease.
He wore eyeglasses and appeared to
be about five and forty years of age.
His hair as well as bis mustache were
salt gray. He was remarkably hand
some. As he passed near the inn be
hesitated, as If asking himself whether
or no he should enter it, gave a glance
toward us, took a few whiffs at bis
pipe and then resumed his walk at the
same nonchalant pace.
Rouletabllle aud I looked nt our hor.t.
His flashing eyes, his clinched hands,
bis trembling Hps, told us of bis tu
multuous feelings.
"He has done well not to come In
here today!" be hissed.
"Who Is that man?" ns'.:cd Houleta
bllle, returning to bl3 omelette.
"The Green Man," growled the Inu
keeper. "Don't you know him? Then
all the better for you. He Is not an
acquaintance to make. Well, be Is M.
Stangerson's forest keeper."
"You don't appear to like him very
much?" asked tbe reporter, pouring
his omelet into the frying pan.
"Nobody likes blm, monsieur. He's
an upstart, who must once have had a
fortune of his own, and be forgives
nobody because in order to live he
has been compelled to become a serv
ant A keeper is as much a servant
88 any other, isn't he? Upon my
word, one would say that he is the
master of the Glandler and that all
the bind and woods belong to him.
SileU Ito-lslon Kugerty Awaited.
Postland A proceeding that is at
tracting a (treat deal of attention
from homesteaders and others inter
ested in the acquisition of title to
the public lomain has been in prog
ress all this week before the regls-
ter and receiver of the Portland
j land office and several days longer
x ...oj c 4 uii r-u iu iu Hearing of
A toe issues involved.
It appears from the evldenoa i.
reedy adduced that settlers in the
vicinity of Euchre Mountain, in the
former Slleti Indian reservation,
commuted their homestead entries at
the end of 14 months from the date
of filing. The forestry service insti
tuted a contest and is prosecuting
the 8a me on behalf of the govern
ment, on the ground that the sub
mission of proof at the end of only
eight months' residence is evidence
of bad faith. If this contention is
sustained by the local land office of
ficials and confirmed by the land de
partment, it Is claimed that it will
have the effect of establishing a dan
gerous precedent and place many
other homestead claims in timbered
districts In peril, as it has heretofore
been common practice to accept
eight months' actual and continuous
residence as sufficient to sustain a
commutation proof.
He'll not let a poor creature eat a
morsel of bread on the grass his
grass!"
"Does he often come here?"
"Too often. But I've made him un
derstand that bis face doesn't please
me, and for a mouth past he hasn't
been here. Tbe, Donjon inn bus never
existed for blm! He hasn't bad tline-
been too much engaged in paylnj;
court to the landlady of the Thret
Lilies at Saint Michel. A bad fellow.
There Isn't au bouest mun who can
bear him. Why, tbe concierges of tbe
chateau would turn their eyes away
from a picture of blni!"
"Tbe concierges of the chateau are
honest people then?"
"Yes, they are, as true as my name's
Mathlcu, monsieur. I believe them to
be honest."
"Yet they've been arrested?"
"What does that prove? But I don't
want to mix myself up in other peo
ple's affairs."
"And what do you think of tbe af
fair?" "Of the attack on poor Mile. Stanger
son? A good girl. Much loved every
where In the country. That's what I
think of It and many things besides.
But that's nobndy's business."
"Not even mlue?" insisted Rouleta
bllle. The innkeeper looked at him side
ways and said gruffly:
"Not even yours."
The omelet ready, we sat down at
table and were silently eating when
tbe door was pushed open and an old
woman, dressed In rags, leaning on a
stick, her bead doddering, ber white
hair banging loosely over ber wrin
kled forehead, appeared on tbe thres
hold. "Ah, there you are, Mother Ange
uoux! It's long since we saw you
last," said our host.
"I have been very ill, very nearly
dying," said the old woman. "If ever
you should have auy scraps for tbe
Bete du Bon Dleu"
And she entered, followed by a cat
larger than auy I bad ever believed
could exist. Tbe beast looked at us
and gave so hopeless a mlau that I
shuddered. I hud never heard so
lugubrious a cry.
As If drawn by tbe cat's cry a man
followed the old woman In. It was
the Green Man. He saluted by rais
ing hla hand to his cap and seated
himself nt a table near to ours.
"A glass of elder. Daddy Mathleu,"
be said.
As the Green Mm entered Daddy
MatUieu had etui-ted violeutly. but vis
ibly mastering III:.: c!f be said:
"I've not mure ( Mor 1 served the
last bottles to these fentlemen."
"Then pi-e tv.e n glass of white
wine." -V !'m ''reen Man without
showing I lie I - t purprlse.
"I've no n: re w'd'e wine no more
anything." s Id iMi'dy Mathleu surlily.
"How i "Tme. Mnthleu?"
"Quite w -II. th:inli you."
So the y.nrg wotrmn with the large,
tender eye- v.
was the r IT"
brutnl riic!"
to emph"-'- '
f!lnnin'l '
we had Just seen
'iH repugnant and
p .leii lousy seemed
l -ii I ugliness.
r behind blm. tbe
innkeeper left the room. Mother in
genoux was still standing, leaning on
her stiek, the tat nt ber feet.
"You've been 111, Mother Angeuoux?
Is that why we have , t seen you for
tbe last week?" aked the On e i Man.
"Yen M. Keeper. I have been able to
get up but three times to go to r:iy to
St. Genevieve, our good patroness, and
the rest of the time I have been li'Ius
on my bed. There was lio one to care
for me but the Bete du Bon Dieu!"
"Did she not leave you?"
"Neither by day nor by night."
"Are you sure of that?"
"As I am of paradise."
"Then how was It, Mme. Angenonx.
that all through the night of tbe mur
der nothing but the cry of tbe Bete du
Bon Dleu was heard?"
Mother Angenoux planted herself In
front of the forest keeper and struck
the floor with her stick.
"I don't know anything about It"
she said. "But shall I tell you some
thing? There are no two cats In the
world that cry like that Well, on the
night of the murder I also beard tbe
cry of the Bete du Bon Dleu outside,
and yet she was on my knees and did
not mew once, I swear. I crossed my
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self when 1 heir.l that, as If I Ind
heard tbe devil."
1 looked nt the keeper wlien ho
put the Inst iir.o'-ttun. niul I nni tmr-h
mistaken If I did not Octe t nn evil
smile on hU Hps. At thnt nmnrnt the
noise of lov.d quarreling r:-n- hed us.
We even thou-ht we heard n dull
sound of blown, as If some one was
being beaten. Tho Green Man quickly
rose and liiirrlcd to the door hy the
side of the fireplace, but It was opened
by the landlord, who appeared and
said to the keeper:
"Don't alarm yourself, monsieur. It
Is my wife. She has tho tootha-'ie."
And he laughed. "Here. Mother Ange
noux; here are some scraps for ycur
cat."
Ho held out n pneket to the old wo
man, who took It eagerly and went
out of the door, closely followed by
her cat
"Then you won't serve me?" asked
tho Green Man.
Daddy Mathleu's face was placid
and no longer retained Its expression
of hatred.
"I've nothing for you nothing for
you. Take yourself off."
The Green Man quietly refilled hli
pipe, lit It, bowed to us and weut ont
No Booner was he over t'.ivt threahold
than Daddy Mathleu Rlammed tbe
door after blm, and, turning toward
us, with eyes 1 loot! hot nud frotblnj
at tbe mouth, be hlted to us, shaking
his clinched fist at the door he had
Just shut on the man be evidently
hated:
"I don't know who you are who tell
me 'We shall have to ent red meat
now,' but If It will interest you to
know If thnt man Is tbe murderer!"
With which words Daddy Mathleu
immediately left us. Rouletabllle re
turned toward the fireplace and said:
"Now we'll grill our steak. How do
you like tho cider? It's a llttlo tart
but I like It."
We saw no more of Daddy Mathleu
that day, and absolute silence reigned
in tbe inn when we left It after plac
ing 0 francs on the table in payment
for our feast
Rouletabllle at once set 'off on a
three mile walk around Professor
Stangerson's estate. He bulled for
some ten minutes at tbe comer of a
narrow road black with soot near to
some charcoal burners' buta in tbe
forest of St. Genevieve, which touches
on the road from Epluay to Cor
bull, to tell me tliut tbe murderer
bad certainly passed that way before
entering the grounds uud couceullng
himself in the little clump of trees.
"You dou't think, then, that the
keeper knows anything of It'" I asked.
"We sh.ill see thut luter," be replied.
"1'or the present I'm uot interested in
v.iiai i be I i.on.id said about the tuan.
T:.e lu.u.oiii hales him. 1 didn't take
you ,o breakfast at the Donjon inn
for t: e buUe of the Green Man."
Tui u Kouletubllle, with great pre
caution, gliled. followed by me, to
wnrd the II. tie building which, stand
tng'uear the park gate, served for the
home of the concierges who hud been
arret e l ih.it i.lorulng. With the skill
of ti r . I iMt he i rot Into the lodge by
an u;-;,er wl;.dow whl li hud been left
open and returned ten minutes later.
He said only "Ah!" a word which In
his mouth signified many things.
We were about to take tbe road lead
ing to tbe chut en u when a considerable
stir at the park gate attracted our at
tentlen. A carriage had arrived, and
some ep If hud come from tbe cha
teau to meet IV Rouletabllle pointed
out tu me a gentleman who descended
from It
"That's the chief of tbe Paris po
lice," be said. "Now we shall see
what Frederic Larsan has up his
sleeve mid whether he l.i bo much clev
erer than anybody clwe."
The carriage of the i bief was follow
ed by three other vehicles containing
reporters, who were also desirous of
entering the park. But two gendarmes
stationed at tho gate had evidently
received orders to refuse admission to
anybody. Tbe chief of police calmed
their Impatience by undertaking to
furnish to tbe press that evening all
the Information be could give that
would not Interfere' with the judicial
inquiry,
to bk continued,!
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