The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-06-02
By BOOTH HARRINGTON and
 HARRY LEON WILSON

thin shoulders took on a squarer atti- tude. He looked his antagonist square ly in the eye, but he did not raise the tone of his voice.
 ''It would depend a good deal on which of my countrymen you caught. If it depended on the one I know best he'd tell you he'd see you in hades first"
 For an instant the earl looked fixed ly at. Daniel, and his face went red and white by turns. There was a dan gerous flash in his eyes, and he step ped a trihe closer and half raised his walking stick. Then, with mutt tered oath, he dropped it, picked up his hat from the bench where he had thrown it and walked to the hotel steps.
 You have an hour," he said, menac- ingly turning. At the end of that time-we will know what to do."
 Daniel must have stood there ten minutes after Hawcastle had gone, and the twilight came down and envel- oped him with its softness. As the lights came out here and there he turn ed and looked over at the windows of Won Grollerhagen's suit and noted the shadow still on the window blind.
 Looks to me like docs in this thing and ought to be told," he murmured. He found his way slowly across the grass and up the steps and in another moment tapped upon the door of the Germans rooms. The door was opened by Ribiere, who informed him that Won Grollerhagen was dressing. He found his friend adjusting his white cravat before a mirror. Within five minutes he had acquaint- ed the other with all that had passed and had received a smile in return. Won Grollerhagen refused to take the matter seriously. "Pouf!' he said 'Surely you can trust this Lord Hawcastle not to men, tion it. He must know that the conse- quences for you as well as for me would be, to say the least, disastrous. Surely you made that clear to him." Daniel smiled gently.
 'No," he answered grimly. "He made 1t clear to me. Two years in Jail, and if I don't make up my mind in fifty minutes from now to do what he wants me to do''-
 What is it that he wants you to dor' asked the German. "The young lady's father trusted me to look after her, and if won't prom tse to let her pay f15O,OO0 for that i we'll, you've seen it around here, haven't youY'
 q have observed it, if you refer to the son of Lord Newcastle" answered Won Grollerhagen gravely.
 "Well, if don't agree to that Ivanoff goes to Siberia and you and to jail" Won Grollerhagen looked at him l quickly.
 "He threatens that! What do you in- tend to doT
 'T can't agree. There wouldn't be any trouble to it if it was only me. | They could land me for two years or | twenty. But I can't do what they want, even to let you and Ivanon out. It ain't my money. All can do is to | hint that you get out right away. Ivanoff can't go. They've got ring | around this place." You could get away, too, my friend,'' said the German, watching him softly. ''You had not thought of | that2"
 'No, sir, and I'm not going to think of it. But you"-
 "As for me, shall go," said Won Groilerhagen. standing up.
 "Well, that's part of the load off my mind. I haven't had the nerve to tell that poor fellow in there, though" | Won Grollerhagen motioned to Ri- biere.
 "Appellez le monsieur la!e, he com manded and pointed to the other door of the chamber, The man opened it at once and beckoned te Ivanon.
 "Ivanoff, some unexpected dtdacul- ties have arisen," said the German. | '"The police have discovered your pres ence here, and persons who wish evil | to my friend have threatened to make trouble. He can do nothing further to save you unless he betrays a sacred trust"
 -"It's the truth, old man," said Dan iel feelingly. 'I can't do it.' For a moment the Russian refugee staggered and supported himself with his hand on the table. Then he looked up.
 T thank you for what you have tried to do."
 Won Grollerhagen went on:
 '.1n the meantime my friend believes Naples a safe place for me. And so auf wiedersehen."
 Pike extended his hand, which the
 German took
 '"Goodby, doc, and God bless you" | he said. And Won Grollerhagen squeezed Pike's fingers. | ''To our next meeting" he said and in a moment was gone. | CHAPTER XIV. | HES A RUSSIAN NoBLEr' i" HE instant he had disappeared Ivanoff crossed rapidly to the small table near the bedroom | and picked up a cigarette from
 a box that lay there with bottle.
 "I thought so. Russian" he said, and in answer to Pike's look of inquiry
 went on. ''That man, your friend, who calls himself Won Grollerhagen, is not