The Detroit times., 1909-01-15
CHAPTER LiIl.-(continued.)

When he had gone a dozen steps OF
so he turned and again thanked PROV
idence that the night was so timex
that even then he could not discover
any trace OF the "Di." She had APP
parently leaped up out OF sight
II was long time since he had Deen
on The maneuvring ground or lssy'
but his sense OF location was so nne-
~ developed that even after the ap'
sence of years, and in spite OF inc
intense darkness which hedged MN
in he made no mistake.
Then he had previously looked IL
up on the map. and now he went by
the compass, which little pocket
electric lamp showed him the SILVER
inc needle.
But he had no mind TO undergo
scrutiny near the Notifications, so he
prepared for goodish walk,
ana. stepping out briskly TO
the southwark. soon came up with tne
Boulevard du Point du Jour. He walk
ed M this TIL he reached the Rue an
Vivier, when he turned TO the right
and walked rapidly on till he came TO
the Station des Moulineaux.
When he walked into the little SUI
burban station the oficials stared al
him not a little. for his appearance
was distinctly battered. But this scru-
tiny did not disturb him in the least.
and he TO some extent allayed suspi'
cion by merely booking TO the Champ
de Mars.
He was forced to kick his heels in
idleness for some time before the
train arrived.
The stationmaster endeavored 10 en-
ter into a conversation with him. but
Strong's manner at such times was
not one which encouraged familiarity.
However. he reused himself to speak
lust sufficiently to impress the won
dering official with the fact that though
his appearance might be somewhat
against him, he was at least per
son OF some account.
He took a first-class ticket TO fur
Their foster the Idea.
When he reached Champ de Mars
he alighted. and, doubling back a III
tie. crossed the Pont de Passy. Then
he walked down the Quai de Passy,
and three minutes later was in the
Rue de Ranelash.
He wondered. as he approached the
old-fashioned villa which was his des.
tination, whether Jimmy Cloud would
be there For Jimmy was man OF
such uncertain habits that he could
not count on his being at home.
The old man who opened the door
to him looked up into his face with
pair OF blue eyes full OF British suspi-
cion OF ugh-looking visitors who call
at night.
AS the old man blinked at him
Strong laughed little because ne saw
that, having come out OF the bright.
ness of the house, the old man could
not properly make out his features.
so he said Don't YOU know me,
Johnson"
II know that voice, sir, said John
son. and he came out on TO the door
step and peered up into Strong's face
with evident curiosity.
Then. like Old Bill at Oxford. he
exclaimed, Bless my soul! It's Mr..
Strong" and. with that inoffensive
familiarity allowable in old servants,
he drew Strong into the hall.
Tell me" said Strong >briskly, for
he was in haste, whether Mr.. Cloud
Is at home
Mr.. Cloud, sir" said the old man.
lis at this very minute just diminishing
his coffee"
Good" said Strong. Il will have
some, too
He shivered little, for he was cold
and wet
The old man shuffied down the pass
age and knocked at the door OF the
great room at the back of the house
which had once been studio. but
which Jimmy called his "workroom.
A casual voice called. Come in
and Strong, turning the handle OF the
door. walked quickly into the work
room NAN
II was a large place. partially rooted
with glass. and was certainly the\most
untidy apartment that Strong had ever
beheld
Everywhere there were books
books piled on tables. books piled on
chairs. books flung carelessly on
shelves. books on the mantelpiece.
books i'm the CRATE, books even in the
coal bucket Apart from the books.
however. there was very little furni-
ture.
In the corner was slung hammock.
and opposite one OF the windows was
large writing desk. Beyond this and
litter of dumbbells and developers
there was practically nothing I'm the
room except a-pair OF horizontal bars
and three or four armchairs
In the depths OF one Of these was a