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IR og a 3 ak eatin OSHAWA, ONTARIO, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 30, 1922 . ARTHUR ys >| REEVE- Se & CHAPTER XX. The Gorgon "My story," resumed Kennedy, speaking in a measured tone, and still holding the cablegram which now' seemed to possess a peculiar fascination as a key to unlock the mystery," would more properly be- gin at Monte Carlo--in the Casino, or rather the garden about the fam- ous Casino," Hg turned to Clare. "It was there that your guardian, Martin Dale, first became involved in the web of dissipation and intrigue, as so many wealthy Americans abroad do." Clare watched him with wide eyes and Speed leaned forward, dividing his attention between Kennedy and the girl. "The French Department of jus- tice," continued Kennedy, "for its own protection keeps very close watch' on such things, for the ope- ration of many foreign criminals is like a far-drawn web, from Paris to Nice, to the Riviera, to Monte Carlo --but always, as in the case of the Black Menace and Martin Dale, cen- tering finally in" Paris. But the Parisian police are no scandal-mon- gers. That would 'mever do. For what would become of the Paris which is not France, but the play- ground of thesworld, otherwise He glanced at Speed. 'There too," he added, as Involved Hill Granby whom New York knew only outwardly as the 'most estimable of cultured men. That {is another, though related, story." There was no sound now from any of his auditors, no interruption to prevent Kennedy from leading along his exposure in his own way. "How are we to account for it Only by the well-known fact 'that in many men--and many women, Loo-- there lurks a wild, deminondaine instinct sometimes, as Freud has shown 80 conclusively, almost un- known to themselves. With those whom wealth enables to get away from the restraint of the society to which they have by training been ac- customed to bow, this wild instinet "Thus it came about that in Paris, often breaks loose and runs rampant. Martin Dale fell under the power of this gang--La Menace Noire, &8 it was called. There was in the gamg, the decoy, a damcer. Ce- lie Breton, whose career from her childhood as the daughter of a conci- erge, ruined by the profligate artist, and drifting to a low stratum of the! Latin Quarter, is known to the Paris police. Celie Breton captivated Dale, who had cast aside restraints which, in New York, would have prevelited such a meeting." Kennedy paused and we knew that Celie Breton was no other tham the "Russign" dancer, Breshkaya, before ws. "Later," he resumed, "Dale's af- fections were tramsferred to amother grisette, Cezanne. But Cezanne was not playing fair with the Black Men- ace. In her ambitions mond nese a splendid dream of captivating this wealthy American. She would actually become his wife, returm to New York 'with him--take him away from the Black Menace--for her- self. Clever though Martin Dale was, he was but a plaything of these criminals. "Cezanne planned a trip to Monte Carlo where she-hoped away from the influence of Paris and the Band, to capture her millionaire. She cap- tured him--and in a wild debanch they were married. "In the ganden of the Casino, that spot im which innumerable tragedies have been enacted, ome might, Cez- anne and Dale were walking. Sud- denly they were confronted by the jealowus Breton girl, who had fol- lowed from Paris. There was a shot ---and another, As Kennedy amplitied the bare facts that the 'cablegram had re- peated, Breéshkaya listened, fascin- ated, her eyes now flaming with an unnatural light. Clare drew closer to Speed as though for protection against some foul hand of the un- derworld stretched out and threat- ening her, "It is a matter of police record," nodded Kennédy, now directly fac- ing Breshkaya. "The shots were fired, Cezanne was found dead. Near her was a little ivory-handled pistol. It was known to have belonged to Celie Breton, But she had fled-- disappeared. Dale suddenly was shocked to his senses. And for the sake of the wealthy American, the affair was hushed up." 'Kennedy 'paused, still Breshkaya. "But here is the thing. Celie Breton," he shot out suddenly, which you do not know, but that is also a matter of police record over there, both at Monte Carlo and in Paris." Again he paused. Breshkaya's breath came fast . as she struggled with her weakness. "Unknown to you, another person had followed from Paris--was in the garden at the same time--bent on the same missiop--that of re- moving Cezanne for her treachery and terrifying the wealthy American into submission. That person was the head of the gang--the Apache. Kennedy took a step closer to the pneumograph, bent over it, began studying the ruled tape. "There is a record, given to the police since by a doctor at Monte Carlo, that he dressed a wound in the arm of a man that night. His description and that of the police tally--Raoul Rogue. Therefore, on that fatal might in the garden of the Casino, when the two shots were fired, almost together, the one you thought came from either Cezanne or Dale in the darkness was actual- ly fired by your master criminal-- Raoul." Kennedy turned full on Bresh- kaya. She had raised herself in bed, a lovely figure now in her dishevel- led pallor. Criminal though she was, one could mot help seeing in her what American jurymen pro- verbially see--the woman whom fortune and society had sinned against, somehow. Wild, burning light flashed in her eyes for am in- stant--then there seemed to over- come her a mameless terror again. She sank back. "You understand what I mean?" enforced Kennedy, loathe to let his advantage slip, as he tried to hold her with the tense tome of his re- velations. "Two shots were fired, One lodged in the arm of Raoul. Therefore, it could mot have been your shot that killed--his own. For years he has known this--has never watching edocs of the has held over told, What, then grip that this man you ever since?" Breshkaya gazed about at us wildly. Rapidly. I could reconstruct what was passing in her mind. Not a murderess, after all! Kennedy waited, Evidently he had planned this to be a breaking point at which, tree from the death terror of the law, she might release herself forever by coming to the-aid of the law. Her lips quivered, But not an intelligent. sound came from them. It was fear--not confession. Even yet the terrog was upon her, Kennedy slapped down the tele- gram, "The last sentence of the message read," he exclaimed, "Find the man who was Raoul the Red, examine his left forearm, and the scar will tell." "I could see that the tracing of the pneumograph was now violent- ly agitated. I glanced about at Rene and Jac- ques, Stirred as they were, I could make nothing of them. [I glanced again at Breshkaya, So powerful was the terror of the Black Menace | that even now, in the face of free- dom, fear still sealed her lips. But what fear could do with lips, | it could not do with the heart and lungs that were hidden from our eyes, but not from the eye of science. Suddenly I realized that in center- ing my attention on Breshkaya, I had missed the whole trend of Ken- nedy's exposure. Breshkaya was but a tool in the hands of someone else. Back of her stood the Black Menace, Who was this dastardly figure? Were we as far as ever covering? In fear, Clare clutched wildly at Speed's arm. Kennedy bent over again, still studying the pneumograph tracing a quiet smile playing over his face. "Miss Claremont,' casually, "I think we'll be able to recover from a safety deposit vault | at least enough of your fortune to make a sizeable dowry. He tapped the pneumograph again. "Strangest = part of all . this strange story--as fit is revealed here by the emotions recorded--this Black Menace hiding here in New York, for years, had an unparalleled opportynity to prey upon the weak- nesses of American society--had been welcomed almost as a monument of society--entrusted with society's in- most secrets--and never suspected, although he has for months."-- The lights in the room flashed out. In the semi-darkness of the street light, shining at us through the window, dim figure over by the wall Switch. | A woman screamed--Breshkaya's | voice. The figure hurled first. One of 'the police flashed a poc- ket bull's-eye, and its rays fell on an upraised arm, clutching a gun. itself at The gun discharged wild in the | afr. But in the drifting smoke and the | ray of light I could see the ceat- sleeve pulled back from the forearm, the shirt ripped. On the forearm was ploughed scar of a bullet. 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