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LAND & WATER 
March 22, 1917 
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" A chat of fine Linen is a 
lasting pleasure " 
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"OLD BLEACH" 
LINENS 
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the sterling value of the Sherries shipped 
to Bristol by John Harvey & Sons and 
their forbears has been acknowledged. 
HAHVEY'S 
'Bristol Milk" 
Price SO/, per dozen. Simple h«lf bottle 3/6 post free. 
JOHN HARVEY & SONS, Ltd.. BRISTOL. (Founded 1796 ) 
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Manufacturers oj Revolvers, Automatic 
Pistols, and all kinds of High-Class 
Sporting Guns and Rifles. 
CONTRACTORS TO HIS MAJESTY'S NAVY. ARMY, 
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To be obtained from all Qun Dealers, and Wholesale only at 
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WEAMAN STREET, BIRMINGHAM. 
London Depot : 
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" Well, captain, how are you getting on ? Ah, I see you've 
recovered consciousness ! Are you surprised to see me ? No, no 
thanks, hut please. come in here. Our old Simeon's asking 
for you. ' 
Then, turning to the old man, he said : 
" Here's your son, you unnatural father ! " 
Patrice entered the room with his head bandaged, for the 
blow which Simeon had struck liim and the weight of the 
tombstone had opened his old wounds. He was very pale 
and seemed to be in great pain. 
At the sight of Simeon Diodokis he gave signs of terrible 
anger. He controlled himself, however. The two men stood 
facing each other, without stirring, and Don Luis, rubbing 
his hands, said, in an undertone : 
" What a scene ! What a splendid scene ? Isn't it well- 
arranged .' The father and the son ! The murderer and his 
victim ! Listen to the orchestra ! . . . A slight tremolo. 
. . . What are they going to do ? Will the son kill 
his father or the father kill his son ? A thrilling moment. . . . 
And the mighty silence ! You hear nothing but the call of the 
blood . . . And in what terms ! Now we're off! The call 
of the blood has sounded ; and they are going to throw 
themselves into each other's arms, the better to strangle the 
hfe out of each other ! " 
Patrice had taken two steps forward ; and the movement 
suggested by Don Luis was about to be performed. Already 
the officer's arms were flung wide for the tight. But suddenly 
Simeon, weakened by pam and dominated by a stronger 
will than his own, let himself go and implored his adversary : 
"Patrice!" he entreated. "Patrice! What are you 
thinking of doing ? " 
Stretching out his hands, he threw himself upon the other's 
pity ; and Patrice, arrested in his onrush, stood perplexed, 
staring at the man to whom he was bound by so mysterious 
and strange a tie : 
" Coralie." he said, without lowering his hands, " Coralie 
. . . tell me where she is and I'll spare your hfe." 
The old man started. His evil nature was stimulated 
by the remembrance of Coralie ; and ihe recovered a part of 
his energy at the possibility of wrong-doing. He gave a 
cruel laugh : 
" No, no," he answered. " Corahe in one scale and I in 
the other ? I'd rather die. Besides, Coralies hiding-place is 
where the gold is. No, never ! I may just as well die." 
" Kill him then, captain," said Don Luis, intervening. 
" Kill him, since he prefers it." 
" Yes . . . But this man. . . ." 
" Is it your hands that refuse ? The idea of taking hold ol 
the flesh and squeezing ? . . . Here, captain, take my 
revolver and blow out his brains." 
Patrice accepted the weapon eagerly and aimed it at old 
Simeon. The silence was appalling. Old Simeon's eyes had 
closed and drops of sweat were streaming down his hvid 
cheeks. 
At last the officer lowered his arm : 
" I can't do it," he said. 
" You can't ? ShaU I tell you the reason ? You are 
thinking of that man as if he were your father." 
" Perhaps it's that," said the officer, speaking very low. 
" There's a chance of it, you know." 
" What does it matter, if he's a beast and a blackguard ? " 
" No, no, I haven't the right. Let him die by all means, 
but not by my hand. I haven't the right." 
'■ You have the right." 
" No, it would be abominable ! It would be monstrous ! " 
Don Luis went up to him and, tapping him on the shoulder, 
said, gravely : 
" You surely don't believe that I should stand here, urging 
you to kill that man, if he were your father ? " 
Patrice looked at him wildly : 
" Oh ! " exclaimed Patrice. " Do you mean that he's not 
my father? " 
" Of course he's not ! " cried Don Luis, with irresistible 
conviction and increasing eagerness. " Your father indeed I 
Why, look at him ! Look at that scoundrelly head. Every 
sort of vice and violence is written on the brute's face. 
Throughout this adventure, from the first day to the last, 
there was not a crime committed but was his handiv\ ork : 
not one, do you follow me ? There were not two criminals, 
as we thought, not Essares, to begin the hellish business, and 
old Simeon, to finish it. There was only one criminal, one, 
do you understand, Patrice ? Before killing Corahe and Ya- 
Bon and Vacherot the porter and the woman, who was his 
own accomphce, he killed others ! He killed one other in 
particular, one whose flesh and blood you are, the man whose 
dying cries you heard over the telephone, the man who called 
you Patrice and who only lived for you I He killed that man | 
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