Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1902-12-11

unique revenge upon the man, that
10 to say. II you want it. From what
you have so far told me, understand
that you h"vc no evidence against hir
strong en- Ii 20 justify the issue Of
warrant. Well, l have that evidence
and between us you may be sure wen
bring him back to Paris"
This was delightful hearing after all
we had been through lately; at any
rate l greeted the prospect of lie.
CLOSES cooperation with acclama ton.
1t would be hard II between us we
could not find Hayle and bring him to
the Justice he so richly deserved.
Now, let us get out of this" shid.
II must obtain something to eat il
1 perish in the attempt. I am nigh
starving. A basin Of soup, a roll and
a cup of coffee are all that have had
to-day"
"You shall dine at once" he an.
swered, land here. There is an excel
lent little restaurant further down
the street, and one of my men shall
go there and tell them to bring you
up . meal. After that you shall go
home and change your costume, and
then we will arrange what shall be
done about the travelling"
This programme was carried out TO
the letter. We made a good meal, at
least l knew that l did, and when it
was eaten. cab was procured, and in
company with Leglosse l said good by
to the house in which had spent so
short time, yet in which l had been
SO miserable.
Il shall never know how to repay
you for your Kindness" said to my
companion as we drove down the
street. Had 1t not been for you and
your men l should now be starving in
that wretched place. III certainly for
give Hayle IL he is ever successful
enough to take me in again by one of
his rascaly tricks"
you must not let him do that" re-
turned the Frenchman, shaking his
head. Our regulations are at stake"
When reached my own apartment s
the concierge was much relieved to see
me. She had been told that l was
dead, perhaps murdered, and Lee
CLOSES visit to find me had not helped
to reassure her. A packet of letters
and kilograms were handed to me,
which carried up to my room to read
them while l was changing my attire.
Never before had 1 been SO glad to get
out of dress suit.
l had just finished my toilette and
was in the act of CONNIE ncing the pack
ing of the bag I intended taking with
me, when there was tap at the door
/ opened it, to find the concierge
there.
There 10 a lady in the parlor to see
monsieur" she said. "She has a maid
with her"
"A lady to see me?" I asked, in
credulously. who on earth can she
he?"
The concierge shook her head. In
my own mind had arrived at the con
clusion that it was Mile. Beaumarais,
and that Hayle had sent her to dis
cover. If possible, whether I had es-
capped from my confinement or not.
On finding out that / had, she would
telegraph to him. and once more no
would be placed on his guard. At first
l felt almost inclined not to see her,
but on second thought saw the folly
of this proceeding. l accordingly en-
tered the room where the lady was
awaiting me. The light was not very
good, but it was sufficient for me to
see two figures standing by the win
dow.
ITO whom ON I indebted for the
honor of this visit. rademoiselles?" I
began.
Don't you know me, Mr.. Fairfax ?"
the taller Of them answered. you
forget your friends very quickly"
Miss Kitwater?" I cried, what does
this mean?"
1T is a long story" she answered,
"but l feel sure that you will have
time to hear it now. I am in terrible
trouble"
81 am indeed sorry to hear that" I
answered, and then glanced at her
maid as if to inquire whether it were
safe to speak before her. She inter
preted the look correctly and nodded
her head.
Yes, Mr.. Fairfax" she said, you
can say what you please before Nelly"
Then am | right in interpreting
your trouble as being connected with
your uncle?" | asked.
Yes, that is it, she answered. you
have guessed correctly. Do you know
that he and Mr.. Codd have disap-
peared?"
Disappeared" l repeated. Have
you any idea where they have disap-
peared to?"
mo, but can hazard . very shrewd
guess" she replied. II believe they
have crossed to Paris in search of
Mr.. Hayle. Since last Sunday my
uncle has been more depressed than
ever, while the paroxysms of rage, to
which he is so subject, have been even
more frequent than ever. If the truth
must be told, fear his troubles have
turned his brain, for he talks to him
self in such queer way, and asks
every few minutes il have received
news from you, so that l cannot help
thinking his mind is not what il should
be. You must understand that on
Saturday last, thinking it might pos
sibly be required for the case, drew
. large sum of money from the bank;
more than floo, in fact. ! securely
locked 1t up in my writing table, and
thought no one knew anything about
it. Yesterday my uncle and Mr.. Codd
went for n walk and did not return