The Spokane press. [volume] (Spokane, Wash.) 1902-1939, 1909-06-14

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well count to shape it to such futile
end that she was now a denizen
OF the Rue des Trois Freres, alone
and friendless save for Fanchette!
Withal, however, she could not
find it in her to repent herself of
that most impulsivd step. She had
done all she could to extricate her
self from the cruel tangle in which
fate had enmeshed her. Some day,
perhaps, she would be free, and,
while she lived, she would fight for
her freedom. She was a soldiers
daughter, and for her there could
be no surrender. That brave
thought suficed to comfort her,
and, when Fanchette once more
appeared, she put all doubts behind
her, resolutely assumed an outward
Indifference to her surroundings
which went far to encourage her
companion.
That afternoon they spent in
doors, but next day they drove to
the bank In which she had been
forced to leave such funds as had
been lying there on the occasion
OF her hurried flight from France,
and which she had not since felt
safe to send for, lest in doing SO
she should afford her enemy clue
to her whereabouts. 1t was no
great amount, not much more than
10000 francs, accumulated from
the liberal allowance Miles Quain-
lance had made her during her
sojourn in Europe, but it was a
comfort to have it once more in
her own possession. All there was
left of the sum obtained by the
sale of her car would not have
lasted them long, whereas, with
this supplement, it would be pos
sible to carry out her intention of
earning her further livelihood in
some far part of the wrold. Other
girls were doing that-why not
she?
She fancied that the clerk who
attended her In the bank had
shown more interest in her than
was altogether necessary, but he
asked no needless questions, as she
feared he might, and, when she re-
turned to Fanchette who was anxi-
ously awaiting her in a closed cab
at the sidewalk, it was with the
gratifying announcement that she
had accomplished the object of
their long voyage from New York.
Eyes, everything went quite
smoothly" she told that apprehen-
sive questioner. "They paid my
check without the slightest hesita-
ton, and-all will go well now.
Fanchette. Tomorrow, I think, we
may leave for London
"Why not tonight, ma'mselle?"
Fanchette asked eagerly. Delay
may bring danger, and-Monsieur
is powerful in Paris, even from a
great distance"
Tonight. then, II you will" the
girl agreed readily.
When they reached the Rue des
Trois Freres,. however, Andre, the
concierge, came forward, chuckling
causelessly, to tell them that there
was a visitor waiting them. Their
irrepressible start of dismay did
not escape his sharp eyes, and he
was still chuckling when he got
back to his lair underneath the
stairs they were TREMENDOUSLY as
cending.
"Eh, bien, Mile. Fanchette!" said
he to himself in tone Of great
satisfaction. 1T is now that you
must feel sorry you spoke so rude
ly to Andre yesterday. That old
good-for-nothing has still tooth
in his head, and can bite with it,
Mile, Fanchette."
They entered their little parlor.
in trepidation to find stranger in
stalled there, a man of coldly off,
cial aspect, with something of the
professional ferret about him, who
turned out to be an agent de surete
from the Prefecture ON the Quai
des Orfevres.
He explained his mission, polite
ly enough but with obvious indif-
ference. The declaration of iden-
tity made by Mile. Lorraine on en-
tering the country was believed to
be a misleading one. The chief of
police directed that she and the
person described as Fanchette Le-
fevre should remain in their pres
ent quarters and under surveil-
lance pending some inquiry by the
department into mademoiselles an
tecedents.
But this Is an outraged" the girl
exclaimed. "The chief of police Is
apparently not aware that I'm an
American"
The plain clothes policeman
shrugged his shoulders. He did not
know. and did not greatly care.
His part was solely that of q mes
senger.
"Mademoiselle Is allowed every
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