Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-08-10

avoid you. admit It. It Is the extent of my failing in our friendship, and you were warned"
 'And now?"
 q am here now" Duncombe said, a little sadly. because love her and because cannot keep away. But she will not see me, and I am no nearer solving the mystery than ever. On the contrary. l know that am in danger here. It is possible that I may be driven to leave Paris tonight"
 You know where she Is nowr'
 "Yes."
 Andrew leaned suddenly over, and his grip was on Duncombe's shoulder like wise.
 Then, by God, you shall tell mew he said fiercely. Don't you know, man. that Guy has been found in the Seine, robbed and drugged and murdered without doubt? Do 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 at least I will do as much" Andrew answered. T 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. T'-
 "One 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. "He was iden- tif1ed by his sister"
 "The papers said so." Duncombe an- swered hesitatingly, but
 Look here," Andrew interrupted, q have had enough of this playing with facts. You have grown too complex about this business altogether, Dun combe. Give me Phyllis Poynton's ad- dress"
 "You shall have it." Duncombe an- swered, taking leaf from his pocket book and writing T don't think that it will be any good to you. I think that 1t 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 as people of honor and appears undoubted. But if you are allowed to see her shall be surprised"
 The hall porter approached them, hat in hand.
 "A lady to see monsieur" he an to Andrew.
 Andrew rose and took his compan- ions arm. He scarcely glanced again toward Duncombe. who followed them out of the room. And there in the hall awaiting them was the young lady from Vienna. quietly dressed in black, but unmistakable with her pretty hair and perfumes. Duncombe watched them shake hands and move away be- fore he could recover sufficiently from his first fit of surprise to intervene. Then a 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 without doubt the jest of that little nest of intriguers and after ward their tool. Duncombe thought of he fruits of his own inquiries there and shivered. He hurried after the little party. who were apparently on heir way to the cafe.
 Andrew" he said, grasping him by the arm, T must speak with you alone at once."
 "T see no object in any further dis .ussion between us," Andrew said ,aimly.
 Don't be foolm Duncombe answer .d That woman you are with is 'py. If you have anything to do with ler you are injuring Phyllis Poynton. She is not here to give you informa- .ion. She Is at work for her own ,nds."
 You are becoming 8ore communi- ,ative, my friend" Andrcw said, with something which was almost 'neer. You did not talk so freely a lew minutes back. It seems as though ve were on the eve of a discovery" 1
 You are on the brink of making an diot of yourself" Duncombe answered quickly. You were mad to bring that English detective over here. What the French police cannot or do lot choose to discover. do you suppose hat they would allow an Englishman o find out-a stranger to Paris and with an accent like that? If I cannot reep you from folly by any other means. I must break my word to ,thers. Come back into the smoking 'oom with me. and I will tell you why rou are mad to have anything to do with that woman"
 Thank you" Andrew answered. T hink not I have confidence in Mfr. lloyd. my friend here. and have ione in you.-
 "Andrew.'
 T speak as I feelv'
 Leave me out of the question. It s Phyllis Poynton you will harm. I 'ee that your friend is listening and is impatient Make your excuses for ten minutes. Andrew. Tou will never regret t.
 The detective. who had evidently overheard everything. stepped back to hem.
 You viIl excuse my interfering. Iir." be said, but If this case Is to 'emain in my hands at all it is neces-
 -ra E~& I~