Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1909-08-05

The Duchess rose and extended her
hand to Basil.
Captain Marriott" she said, 81 can
not thank you enough for what you
are doing for me and mine. Every.
thing has happened SO strangely;
everything is altered ~
She turned to Daisy, and put one
| hand upon the girls arm. and here"
she said, lis one of the greatest
| changes and alterations of all. There
is no time now to go into detail and
tell you how differently l look upon
my friend here, and what have heard
and know. We shall have leisure
later on. Meanwhile, Mr.. Grant will
have told you exactly what our plans
are.''
Michael and Basil had spent three
quarters of an hour in Piccadilly. The
final details had been discussed. Then,
together, about nine o'clock, they got
into a cab, and were driven slowly
down the street.
D,
go back to our chambers" Grant said.
Williamson knows exactly what to
do. We must not give the man who
is looking out for us the slightest clue
to our whereabouts.
Quite so" Marriott replied; "but
surely we cannot drive about in this
cab for three hours before the mid
night mail goes?"
"Of course we cannot" Grant an
swered. Let us look in here"
He pointed to the Tivoli Music Hall,
and together the two young men en-
tered. They sat for long time lis
tening to Harry Lauder and Marie
Lloyd and all the stars of the famous
little house, but their thoughts were
very far away, and were only once re-
called to the performance which went
ON before their eyes when the chance
gag Of a comedian-"Who has got the
little drought them back in
to the immediate present.
They took some supper at Romanos,
finding corner in the upstairs gallery
where their morning clothes would not
make Clem 100 conspicuous.
Then, exactly as a quarter to twelve
was registered upon the face Of Big
Ben, their hanson drove them up into
Victoria Station.
AS they stopped, Williamson met
them with rugs and overcoats upon
his arm.
1T is all right, sir" he whispered
to Michael. I've got all the luggage
safely registered through to Cologne
in the names of Mr.. Osler and Mr..
Holmes Her Grace. her companion,
and her maid are already in their re-
served carriage in the fore part of the
train"
The two young men put on their
overcoats and strolled into the station
Very few people, apparently, were
going by the midnight mail to Ostend
The long sweep of platform, brilliant
ly lit as it was by the arc lights, pre-
sented very different appearance to
the animated picture when the eleven
o'clock Continental train starts in the
morning.
Great mail-bags were being pitched
into the van. A few foreigners We're
hurrying up and down the platform
gesticulating to each other, but of the
ordinary brightness and excitement
there was not a trace.
Williamson led the way to car
riage upon the window of which a
label was pasted bearing the names
Mr.. Osler" and "Mr. Holiness"
I'VE have got the whole carriage"
Grant said, so shall be quite by our
selves"
"All right, Williamson" he conclud.
er; you will meet us on the boat.
There is cabin reserved for the
ladies', of course?"
ooh, of course, sir.' the man an
swered. "Holloa, sir! We're almost
Off"
There was a shrill whistle. The
valet leapt down from the footboard
ran along the train to his own car
riage, and the engine began to move.
The long train glided out in the
dark, and Basil and Michael com
posed themselves in their seats, bring
ing out their cigar-cases simultaneous
ly.
(To be continued)