Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-08-15

Of her dress In 1t she holding a re-
volver. Mr.. Kenrard stared at her, his
whole face a vivid note Of exclamation.
"Eou-little frebrand!'
II was aware that in my situation I
was liable to be insulted I can assure
monsieur that I am prepared. May again
ask monsieur to confine himself to the bust
ness which is In hand"
What do you call the business which Is
In hand? Do you suppose"-with sudden
ferocity Mr.. Kennard thrust his hands into
his trousers pockets-'Is 1t possible that
you suppose that l was seriously Offering
ten thousand francs TO kill the PRESIDENT"
The contrast between the mans amaze
ment and the girls seriousness was, in its
way. ludicrous.
What, then. is the deed which you
would have me do?"
Deed 1 would have you do?" With both
hands Mr.. kennard rumpled his hair. He
turned to Willy Nash. Nash, did you
hear her. She asks me what is the deed 1
would have her do-as If 1 were the villain
at the Vie, and she my ruthless minion.'
Although Mr.. kennard spoke to his friend
In English, something in his manner
seemed all at once to give the girl a
glimpse at the sort of man he really was.
With understanding the tears came again
Into her eyes.
Il perceive you have been testing with
me. l wish you monsieur. good day"
Before they could stop her she had gone
Willy Nash stared at the door which she
had pulled to behind her. Stark
mad he said.
ward hin-his face was still one vivid note
of eXclama ton.
There's a method in her madness. If
you were to offer her ten thousand francs
1 believe shed think as little of shooting
me as if were spadger!'
Nash shrugged his shoulders He took
out bis cigarette case.
Il told you that the French had their
point of view and we had ours"
Did you, indeed! William Nash, If you
only mad been some one else. what clever
man you might rave been." Mr.. Kennard
began pacing up and down, tousling his
hair, as he walked, first with one hand,
then with the other. THE minx!-the
chit.-with voice and a face that you
think she was an understudy for an angel
ana yet to be burning with desire to kill
herself, and anybody else you like to men,
tion-why? what for? My boy. for less
than a monkey"
Mr.. Nash was lighting a cigarette.
1T is only" he observed, after you
have lived some time in France, among the
French. that you begin to realize how
much abroad you are"
MIR. Kernard stood still to glare at him.
''Sententious jackdawT He recommended
his walking to and fro. II say, William
how would you like 20 marry her?" There
was the sound of some one at the door.
the door opened, however, it was M. Ger
bert who came in. Mr. Kennard went and
laid his hands upon his shoulders. Ger
bert, I've been having an interview with
the assassin
Mr.. Kennard was six feet four and M.
Gerbert was about four feet six. The diff
ference in their size not only a ques-
ton of height. Mr.. Kennard was clum silly
made, big and brawny. NJ Gerbert's build
was almost feminine. His hands and feet
were as small as woman's He had long
red hair. the ends of which strayed from
under the brim of his big SLOUGH hattie
size of the hat emphasized the diminutive
proportions of its wearer. His face was
white and eager, typical French face Of