The Red Cloud chief., 1907-06-07

zone moment, Sir George" the man
ager continued. "The disappearance of
the young lady was Il source of much
trouble to me. and | made all possible
inquiries within the hotel. | found
that on the day of her disappearance
mademOiselle had been told Ivy M of
the attendants in the BARRIERS shop.
who had waited upon her brother on
the night of his arrival, that hen.
Guy-had asked for the names of some
cafes for supper and that he had recon-
mcnded the Cafe Montmartre. Made
mOisclle appears TO have decided to 90
there herself to make Inquiries. We
have no doubt that when she left the
hotel on the night of her disappearance
It was to there that she went"
you have told the police this?"
Eyes, | have told them" the manager
answered dryly. Here is their latest
report. if you care to see it,"
Duncombc took the little slip OF pa
per and read it hastily:
Disappearance of Mile. Poynton From
England.-We regret to state no trace
has been discovered of the missing young
lady. JULES LEGARD,
Superintendent.
THAT was only issued a few hours
ego" the manager said.
"And thought" Duncombe said bit
terly, that the French police were the
best in the world"'
The manager said nothing. Dun
| cOmbe rose from his chair.
Il shall go myself to the Cafe Mont
| martre," he said.
The manager bowed.
81 shall be glad" he said, "to divest
myself of any further responsibility In
this matter. 1t has been a source of
mach anxiety to the directors as well
as myself"
Duncombe walked out of the room
and, putting on his coat again, called
for q petit voiture. He gave the man
an address in the Rue st. Honore and
was driven to a block Of flats there
over some shops.
rs NJ. Spencer inf" he asked the on
cierge.
lie was directed to the first floor.
An English manservant admitted him,
and Il few moments later he was shak-
Ing hands with q man who was seated
before 4 table covered with loose sheets
of paper.
"Duncombe, by all that's wonderful"
he exclaimed, holding out his hand.
why, | thought that you had shaken
the dust of the city from your feet for
ever ana turned country squire. Sit
down. What will you haveE'
First of all, am | disturbing ycuT'
Spencer shook his head.
1--WE no press work tonight" he an
swered. "Ive Il clear hour to give You,
at any rate. When did you Gomez
"Two-twenty from Charing Cross"
DuncOmbc answered. Il can't tell you
how thankful | am to find you in,
Spencer. I'm over on Il very serious
matter, and | want your advice"
Spencer touched the bell. Cigars and
cigarettes, whisky and soda appeared
as though by magic.
"Now helm you,sa,i and go ahead,
old chap" Ais nos, declared. I'm a
good l~isln"."."
He proved himself so, sitting with
half closed eyes and an air Of close at
tention until he had heard the whole
story. He did not once interrupt, but
when Duncombe had finished he asked
a question.
"NNhat did you say was the name of
this cafe where the boy disappearedY'
"Cafe MOntmartre."
Spencer sat up in his chair. His eX-
preston had changed.
THE devil.' he murmured softly.
"You know the placer
every well. 1t has an extraordinary
reputation. | am sorry to say it, Dun
combe. but it Is a very bad place for
your young friend to have disappeared
from
"Why?"
"In the first place, 1t Is the resort of
n good many of the most dangerous
people in Europe-people who play the
game through to the end. 1t Is a per-
feet hotbed Of political intrigue, and II
is under police protection"
. "Police protection! A place like
THAR Duncombe exclaimed.
mot as you and I understand 1t per.
haps," Spencer explained. "There is
no Scotland Yard extending a protect
ing arm over the place and that sort
of thing, but the place Is haunted by
spies, and there are intrigues carried
on there In which the secret service
!. police often take a hand. In return II
Is generally hard to get at the bottom
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