The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1905-05-20

cts all right, !" he said, going to the
folding doors. 'tOnly some chap who
had mistaken the address,"
"Not much mistake there replied
the Hb;t duke, GutWaldly calm, bst gone very
a johnny : who inSf shad 4 we'd me me- 4 over from
America, and never left me till just be-
fore I met you at the Cecil. He called
business, Alec"
"He didn't look very formidable.
Why, you could lick the thread-paper
syth, beginning to wonder if his friends
mind were unhinged. It was not like
the once gay hussar Charley Hamburg
intrepid horseman, champion boxer
and good all-round athletic funk a
miserable wisp such as that!
"He is only the spy, I expect-sent
to find out if I was here,' replied
Beaumanoir, passing a weary hand over
his eyes.
Moved by a sudden impulse, Forsyth
went into the bedroom, shutting the
door behind him so as to be in the dark.
The window commanded a view of the
street, and the blind had not been
drawn. Loking down, he saw a man
sauntering on, the opposite pavement,
who presently coming under the rays
of a street-lamp was revealed as Marker.
Forsyth waited until the spy turned
and slowly retraced his steps, and then
went back into the sittingroom.
"You have convinced me THAT there
is something in all this,' he said.
aThat fellow is mouching about out
"Ill go. I can t subject you to this
ing for the new hat which he had pur-
chased after his uaccident.
But Forsyth pushed him back into
IA duke ism It necessarily a fool" he
said, roughly. "What you want most
is a,good sleep, and you shall have it
h hnfs N that sae Sou lo a9e her Mr; or M be Wou fdns
have come to the door. with that
bogus yarn. Also, he is evidently
not satisfied that you are not
here, or he would have, gone away.
1T remains to. throw dust in his
eyes and fool him a bit. Lordl how 1
with us!5
Gle seemed to me a trife dull,O re-
marked the duke, i~nconsequently.
Forsyth made allowances, and did
not answer.
"see here,' he said, after a min
ute g reflection. ttThis is the plan to
throw the spy. off the scent. It's
o'clock-iust the hour when it would
be quiet natural for a bachelor to go to
his club. I will stroll round to North
cumberland avenue, and drop into tho
Constitutional for an hour. In the
meanwhile, do you stay here and lie low
behind locked doors, and with gas
|, turned down. That rascal will almost
certainly retire to his employers bat.
fed, for he would not think that I
, should go out and leave you alone"
!. "That sounds promising" Beau
: MANOR assented. "But don't stay q
!, moment longer than the hour, Alec. I
. don't think I could stand it,
Forsyth treasured him, and having
r slipped into evening clothes and donned
a light overcoat, he issued his final in
structions. It was beginning to be nat
8 ura1 to him now to take the lead, after
. that glimpse Of the lurking figure in
. the light Of the street-lamp. Beau
MANOR was to lockNand bolt himself In,
and only open on hearing the password
60 Rat
These matters arranged, Forsyth de.
2 parted. and, after waiting until he heard
the bolts shot, went down into the
t street. where the spy was still in evi.
? : dence, prowling on the other slde. He
made no attempt to follow Forsyth, who,
affecting not to notice him, walked rap
idly the short distance to his club
There he remained in the s~mokingroom
= with what patience he could muster fol
= the full hour, determined not to return
q I'LL time enough had elapsed for Marker
! to come to the desired conclusion and
act upon it..
5 To Be Continued Next Saturday.