Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-09-04
Good God, Would they think that?"

Good God! Would they think that?"
There's some that might
He stood stock still when I had said
tkis. and his face was very white.
Its luck to make one gnaSh the teeth,''
said he, presently. I'D have married her
within the week.
There's no reason why you shouldn't
row, SIR said l, always supposing that
it's well with him. But there are things
to do
..You think SOP"
Certainly; and if it was me concerned
I'd be up at the police station before the
clock struck again.
DO you believe they would find him.
They might, they might not but it
world be cover for you"
I'll do that: said he, shortly. rs there
anything eIse?'
"One thing said I. This young fell
low has father in America. If three
days pass and we hear nothing of him,
that reward be offered-a big one. say
ten thousand dollars Meanwhile, offer a
reward of two thousand francs yourself"
Put I'd have to pay. What's the sense
in that?"
Sir" said 1. 'ff Mr. Grey of Boston will
offer reward of ten thousand dollars for
the recovery of his son, there is one man
who will find him.
And who is that, pray?"
Myself"
He looked at me with blank amazement
Then he said, quite simply:
we're clever man. I'd be sorry for
the day when We parted.
But We must part, Sir" said I.
TITS no time for nonsense, sure" said
he.
And it's no nonsense I mean. sir. If
I'm to find this man and to claim this re-
ward, the work must be done away from
here
Where would it be done, them
From the house in the Rue Dupin, where
yra ijy-p2 fyyn
He thought over it little while, and
then he said:
It's the devil Of head we've got. How
did YOU come TO think of it?"
Common sense taught me-" said l.
There's many worse friend, sir
a week after this talk I eft the Hotel
de Lille ard took a lodging in little house
in the Rue Dupin. It was the first time in
my life that ever I'd set to work to hunt
nan. and l knew at the beginning of it
that had stiff job before me. Notwith-
standing the light way we had taken Mi
chel Grey's disappearance, seven days had
passed and no living soul had heard word
of him. He had gone like light in a wind
and had left neither letter nor message
While some were bold CROUCH to say that
Nicolas Steele could hav. told the tale, the
many were deceived by the pains my mas
ter took to trace the missing man. None
the less, it was not hidden from NE that
the police Were watching him. and that
eny minute he might be face to face with
the greatest peril of his life.
My ohject in moving from the hotel to
the Rue Dupin was a simple one. iona
than Grey. the father of the missing man,
had walked into the trap we had set for
him like a child into a sweet stuff shop.
His answer to his daughters cable was
and We had offered it. That is to say, we
had printed a thousand bills and had
burned them.
"Once get those bills about Paris" said
to Sir Nicolas, land your mans here in a
couple of hours. That don't suit US, when
ten thousand dollars are at stake-not by a
long way. If Michel Grey is to be found at
al. I'm going to find him, and to bank half
the reward in my name. The other half is
yours by every right
I've nothing to say against that ex-
claimed he; its what l was thinking of
myself. Bat We don't tell me who's to
claim the money, and all the world know
ing that you're my servant. Ye don't for
get that we're dealing with Yankees?'
Il fa~~et nothing, sir" said l, and that's
what lakes me to the Rue Dupin. The man
who will claim the reward is my friend
Jim Pascoe-
What. Jim Pascoe, the tout?'
mo other If there's anything in Paris
that's news to him 1 should be glad to hear
of it. He'll do the job for hundred
pounds. and gladly
I'VE don't fear to trust him.
Fear" I replied, why I know enough
about Jim Pascoe to buy dozen men,
after it was spoken I was seated with Jim
in the little bit of a cabin in the Rue Du-
pin, where 1 told him the tale Jim was
man who got his living the best way he
could, but chiefly at Auteueil and Long
champs, and in being father-in-law to the
English mugs who want to do Paris. If
any could say what had become of Mi
chel Grey he was the man; and I'd hardly
got the words out of my lips when he
jumped down my throat with his theory.
"Bigg," says he, your mans in a drug
demand. what's more, he's in private
drug den. It's wonder his people haven't
had any note for money before ths-that
is, if Grey hasn't banking account of his
own in Paris
II don't follow you there" says l. What
do you mean by private drug den?"
"Why, 4 place where they dose EN- and
bleed EN- at the same time. Such shops
are cheap this way. They trap man with
cash, and make it pleasant for him long
as his money lasts; then they knock him
on the head or leave him to sleep it off in
the gutter You couldn't have named a
worse job. I doubt that you'll ever set
eyes on Grey again, if you live to be a
hundred
This was facer. I'd thought all along
that the American was laid by the heels
in some opium shop, but that we should
have any difficulty in getting him out was
a fact that never entered my head.
CTo be continued Thursday