"M'sieu," said the guard, slowly, and with emphasis, "you have committed a grave offense. Suicide is a capital crime."
"A capital crime!" exclaimed the Frenchman, turning pale. "Great Heaven!"
"Yes, Sir. If you leap from the car I shall put you in irons, and hand you over to the police when we stop."
The Frenchman's pale face grew paler. He became humble. He entreated the guard's compassion. He begged Buttons to intercede. He had a family. Moreover he had fought in the wars of his country. He had warred in Africa. He appealed to the Senator, the Doctor, to Figgs, to Dick. Finally he became calm, and the train shortly after arrived at Marseilles.
The last that was seen of him he was rushing frantically about looking for the return train.
[Illustration: Horror! Despair!]
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