Rock Island Argus., 1909-02-15

likeness, Il regret to say
that there is nothing more-t to de done"
He was grieved and polite because
mademoiselle was beautiful and in
trouble. For the rest, he was 4 little
tired of her. Brothers of twenty-one
who have never been in Paris before
and cannot speak the language must
occasionally get lost, and the British
embassy was not exactly transported
Scotland Yard.
"Then," she declared, with Il vigor-
Gus little stamp of her shapely foot
II don't see what we keep an arnbas-
sador here for at all-or any OF you 1t
is scandalousr'
The Hon. Nigel Ferguson dropped
his eyeglass and surveyed the young
lady attentively.
my dear Miss Poynton," he said. 81
will not presume to argue with You.
We are here, l suppose, for some pur-
pose or other. Whether we fulfill 1t or
not may well be a matter of opinion.
But that purpose is certainly not to
look after any young idiot-you must
excuse my speaking plainly-who runs
anuck in this most fascinating city.
In your case the chief has gone out of
his way to help you. He has inter-
viewed the chief of the police himself.
brought his influence to bear III var-
Gus quarters, and ! can tell you con-
scientiously that everything which pos
sibly can be done is being done at the
present moment If you wish for my
advice it is this: Send for some frlepi
to keep you company here and try to
be patient. You are in all probability
making yourself needlessly miserable"
She looked at him little reproach-
fully. He noticed, however, with Sc
cret joy that she was drawing on her
gloves.
"Patient! He was to meet me here
ten days ago. He arrived at the hotel
His clothes are all there and his bill
unpaid. He went out the night of his
arrival and has never returned. Pa
tient. Well, am much obliged to YOU,
Mr.. Ferguson. | have no doubt that
you have done all that your duty re-
quired. Good afternoon"
"Good afternoon, Miss Poynton, and
don't be too despondent. Remember
that the French police are the cleverest
in the world, and they are working for
your
She looked up at him scornfully.
"Police, indeed.' she answered. "Do
you know that all they have done so
far Is to keep sending for me to go
and look at dead bodies down at the
morgue? l think that shall send over
1or an English detective"
'sYou might do worse" he answered.
.'but in any case, Miss Poynton, | do
hope that you will send over for some
friend or relation to keep you CON-
pany. Paris is scarcely u fit place for
YOU to be alone and In trouble"
.aThank you." she said. II will re-
member what you have said"
The young man watched her depart
with a curious mixture of relief and
regret.
"The young fools been the usual
round, I suppose, and he's either too
much ashamed of himself or too be-
sotted to turn up. l wish she wasn't
quite so devilish good looking" he re-
marked to himself. "If she goes about
alone she'll get badly scared before
she's finished"
Phyllis Poynton drove straight back
to her hotel and went to her room.
A sympathetic chambermaid followed
her in.
'Mademoiselle has news yet of her
brother?" she inquired.
Mademoselle shook her head. In,
deed her face was sufficient answer.
''None at all, Marie."'
The chambermaid closed the door.
"It would help mademoiselle per,
haps If she knew where the young gen
tieman spent the evening before he