The Red Cloud chief., 1907-09-06
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robbed and drugged and murdered
without n doubt? 10 you want me to
wait while something of the same sort
happens to her? You shall tell me
where she is. Duncombe. say that
you shall tell me"
Duncombe hesitated.
"You can do no more than I have
done" he said.
Then ut least I will do as much"
Andrew answered. IL am her Oldest
friend, and I have claims upon her
which You never could have. Now that
she is in this terrible trouble my place
Is by her side. r.
zone moment, Andrew" Duncombe
interrupted. Are you sure that 1t was
Guy Poynton who was found in the
Seine? The height was given as five
feet nine, and Guy Poynton was over
six feet
"You should read the papers," An
drew answered shortly. "IIe was iden-
tilted by his sister"
"The papers said So" Duncombe an
swcred hesitatingly. but
Look here" An1 rev interrupted. 81
have had enough of this playing with
facts. You have grown too complex
about this business altogether, Dun
combc. Give me Phyllis Poynton's nd.
dress"
You shall have It," Duncombe an
swered, taking a leaf from his pocket
book and writing. IL don't think that
II will be any good to you. | think
that It Is more likely TO lead you into
trouble. Miss Poynton is with the
Marquis and Marqulse de st. Ethol.
They are of the first nobility In France.
Their position rs people of honor and
circumstance appears undoubted. But
nevertheless If you are allowed to see
her | shall be surprised"
The hall porter approached them, hat
in hand.
"A lady to sec monsieur" he an
noUnccd To Andrew.
Andrew rose and took his conpau
Ions arm. He scarcely glanced again
toward Duncomhc, who followed them
out of the room. And there In the ha,,
awaiting them was the young lady
from Vienna, quietly dressed in black,
but unmlstaknblc with her pretty hair
and perfumes, Duncombr watched
them shake hands and move away be-
fore he could recover sufficiently from
his first fit Of surprise to intervene.
Then Il realization of what had hap
pened rushed in upon him. They. too,
then, had been to the Cafe Mont.
martre, with their obvious Anglicisms,
their clumsy Inquiries, to make OF
themselves without doubt the lest Of
that little nest Of intriguers and after.
ward their tool. Duncombe thought of
the fruits of his W inquiries there
II shivered. He hurried after the
little party, who Were apparently on
their way 10 the cafe.
Andrew" he said. grasping him by
the arm, Il must speak with you alone
at once
II see no object in any further dis
cusSIon between U.S." Andrew said
calmly,
Don't be Il FOOL" Duncombe answer
ell. THAT woman you are with Is a
spy. If you have anything TO do with
her you are injuring Phyllis Poynton.
She Is not here TO give you informa-
ton. She is at work for her. own
ends"
You are becoming more communi.
cative, my friend" Andrew said.
with something which was almost a
sheer. You did not talk so freely a
few minutes back. 1t seems as though
we were on the eve OF Il discovery"
"You are on the brink of making an
idiot of yourself" Duncombe answered
quickly. You were mad to bring that
laundering English detective over here.
What the French police cannot or do
not choose to discover, do you suppose
that they would allow m E%nglishman
to find out-a stranger to Paris and
with an accent like that? If | cannot
keep you from folly by any other
means, ! must break my word to
others. Come back into the smoking
o with me, and | will tell you why
you are mad to have anything to do
with that woman"
''Thank YOU Andrew answered. 81
think not. ] have confidence in Mr..
Lloyd, my friend here, and l have
none IN YOU"
andrew
81 speak as | feel!'
leave me out of the question. II
Is Phyllis Poynton YOU Will harm. !
see that your friend IS listening and
mademolselle is impatient. Make your
excuses for ten minutes, Andrew.
You will never regret It,"