Evening star., 1898-09-03
CHAPTER XIU..
The Flight.

From the route between the IulerleS
and the Care de Lyon an obscure street
leads northward a little way into the Rue
Brevet The Rue Brevet itself Is an alley
without trottoirs, and is not used FOR car
riages on account of it's narrowness. Yet
the baIconied houses that front it are large
They are occupied by persons OF the snaoy'
or shabby or student classes.
Armand occupied three very poorly fur
nished apartments on what was in reality
the fifth floor, though called the fourth
Vansittart. having left the main road
stopped at the beginning of the alley and
aIighted. He was wrapped in a long wa
terproof and had an umbrella. Jim Bates,
who preceded him, had by that time almost
reached the station. Vansittart told his
soaked coachman to wait, and started
down the street.
Following behind him was Marie. bent
beneath the rain. She had stood beneath
a doorway waiting and watching for the
coming of the solitary figure, intending
TO guide him to the house. if need were.
But without much difficulty he discovered
No. 8, rang and was conducted by an old
woman concierge to the stairway. He be-
gan the long climb. He was few minutes
late. At this time Folliet was just entering
the wicket of the Carhaix family in the
Rue Pgalle-
When Marie saw Vansittart within the
courtyard she hurried back to her nook of
shelter from the pouring rain and crouched
waiting for him to reappear.
AS for Folliet. he got from Agnes the
whole plot in all its details. Then he al
most hustled her out of the carriage.
But he had so many things TO do and
many places to go to, all at the same time,
that he lost a full minute in agonized re-
Elections Then he called out, The Tuil-
erieS,'
The first clear necessity was 10 discover
whether Vansittart had received his tele-
gram. and. if so. whether or not he had
now actually set out in spite of il.
Not there, Here was racing at random
about the streets of Paris and wasting
of time when moments were of gold. He
hastily scribbled a note on leaf torn from
his poeketboOk and gave IL to a warder
with instructions to HE on horseback to
the prefecture and deliver 1t to the officer
on duty II contained an order to dispatch
the Rue Brevet He himself went tearing
al gallop to the same point. The storm
had emptied the streets, there was hardly
stoppage to his swift career.
In a few minutes he and Marie for the
first time. were face to face. He was
about to rush into the gate of Rue Bre-
vet, when, also rushing in, he met Marie.
she coming from the direction of the other
end Of the street.
Folliet glanced at her face and from the
description he had received of her sus-
pected-
Who are you?' he asked.
Marie Carhaix.''
Where is Mr. Vansittart7"
She started violently.
MT Nansittart. monsieur? 1 can tell You
nothing of him
''Ah. good girl But see / am a friend-I
am the prefect of police-my name is Fol-
het- Tell me quick-qnick. now-do, 1 am
frfend-can't you see? Look in my face
can't you see? Do look like ons-ah, tell
ne. my little friend-dor"
Marie hesitated; she had an instinct in
his fayor-a feeling that he was probably
honest Then she remembered her instruc-
tiOns FROM Evelyn-never a word must mass
her lips Foiliet saw her face harden.
Nansittart had a minute before passed
her on his way back to his carriage As
soon as she had seen him emerge she had
started to run with glad and eager feet
toward the house, knowing her husband
was awaiting her. This. poor girl, was her
honeymoon-the time OF the beginning of
the great drama was come. She had made
10 celay 10 HE to the arms that awaited
her.
SO that at this time Vansittart was lust
getting into his carriage at the street end
opposite that at which FolIiet had aIight-
ed The detectives coachman had made
that end of the street his point of arrival
because it was more quickly reached from
other.
Foiliet saw the face Of Marie harden
against his almost frantic appeal
An II only knew, my child'' he crisd
ana rushed madly from her into the court
S0-N' Nll4AOul more waste OF time.
Up the five flights of stairs he flew and
Tor minute crouched. painting listening
outside Armand's entry door, He heard
nothing but rather quick tramping to and
with Vansittart and all things, throbbing
with fmpatience for the footstep of his
bride on the stairs.
Folliet burst into the room
is Mr.. Nansittart gone then?' he cried
Armand stared cooIly
no are you. monsieur
Tel me- tell mel How long ago"
sieur." -'-'4i-
"Oh. this is a mad mad business. Can't
you see, man-there is no time"
without further talk he rushed success
iuLy past Armand, caught a candle. and
Deiore ne could BE- prevented ran with eager
eyes through the three rooms Not there
them He threw down the candle and DASH
ed from the rooms, down the stairs Marie
coming up, stood and gazsd after the flying
nan with wonder.
At the gate F9lliet stood a second looking
up and down the street. He ran back to
his cOachman- ~
any any one passed you?"
He ran 10 the other end. nearly buttine
upon Nans1ttarts carriage in the binding
rain and the dark He examined it: he
peered at the horses Yes certaipIv this
was no other than the miIIionaire's eorj
page But u his call there was no answer.
Ihey nave succeeded" said Folliet; .'ah
NLSS nave succeeded, thenr'
he stumbled over Vansfttart's driver
lying stunned or dead near a Carriage
wheel He lifted the heavy hand and it fell
back upon the paving stones
Mr. Fansittartr" cried Folliet lifting I'm
his voice, Mr.. Vansittartw
There was no answer
Ihe detachment of police which he had
ordeIed 10 the spot had not yet a~riyAd
should he await them2 But to what end2
And If not, whittier should he go? He did
not know.
NanSlttart meanwhile. locked in one Of
the little compartments of the prison van
captured that day, was being driven
through the nearly deserted streets
Nhen ne returned to his carriage he had
found the van there, and his coachman AL
ready laid low. At the same time he was
surrounded by men.
They had the insolence to lest One of
the men. costumed 10 personate a police
man, said:
Mr.. Vansittart. find 1t my unpleasant
duty to arrest YOU"
Nansittart was well fitted to bear the in
evitable- When there was nothing To he
done. he did not attempt to do ANYTHING
A twitch of despair pierced like sword
through his heart, but he said quite
blthely: