The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-09-09
4 WOMAN'S ENCHANTMENT
BY WILLIAM LIE oUEUx Copyright. 1909. by William Le oueux

Copyright 1909. by William Le Queux
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 that object I had been cudgeling my wits
 Just before 4 I strolled along to the bank. and drew out some money. On my way back I became conscious that my footsteps were dogged by rather uhabbily dressed young man. evidently police officer. Back in my rooms, wrote a note to the old woman who kept my chambers clean. and. putting ,n q light overcoat. prepared to make a dash for it.
 The instant stepped out into the xtreet the watcher crossed the road. ana again followed behind me. I took no notice but walked to the corner of Cranbourne street. and turned toward Leicester Square. The man sauntered behind me. believing. of course. that was entirely unaware of his proximity.
 Those moments were full of breath less anxiety.
 Suddenly halted outside the Hippo arome. attracted by a large frame of photographs of a lady tightwire artist. pausing in such manner that the watcher was forced to pass on in front of me. He was compelled to walk for a little distance. not daring to halt lest he should face me and thus attract my attention.
 Of those moments made the best pse possible. for slipped back across Charing Cross road. into the Tube Sta lion. One of the lifts. containing al to descend. so slipped in. handing a shilling to the lift man in lieu of a ticket and explaining I was in a great hurry.
 Next instant the big wooden doors closed to with bang, and down we went into the subterranean regions.
 A weight was lifted from my heart. I knew, however. that the detective had probably seen me disappear into the station and that the next lift in a few seconds would bring him down also. Therefore. as soon as the lift gates opened disregarded the Ham, nerssmith- -Finbury Park line. and turned off to the platform of the Hampstead Tube.
 A train was just entering the sta ton. therefore stepped in. and in a few seconds we had plunged into the long tunnel northward.
 z All this happened in less time than it takes to put it upon paper. 2 was again free--free!
 Arrived in Hampstead. I strolled up the hill and across the Heath to Jack straw,s Castle. that ancient hostelry of coaching fame. and after a drink. obtained from the manager the ad- dress of garage where I could hire a motor car.
 Half an hour later. wrapped in a thick ready-made frieze overcoat which had bought in the High street. I was seated in a forty Mercedes being driven down Spaniard's road. To Hornsey we went, then through Tottenham. wodford. Ro1nford and on to Chelmsford. which we reached after darkness had well closed in. Without q pause we sped on. with our open exhaust roaring continually. until the young chauffeur and I reached the Cups at Colchester. where we turned in. and had tea and cold meat.
 Then in half an hour we were on the road again heading for Harwich, arriving at Parkeston quay at about 10 o'clock. Thus we accomplished tn hundred-mile run in five hours, the length of time taken being on ac- count of the first half of the journey being entirely by byroads where we three times lost our way.
 did not run the car right to the, quay. but as soon as the long line of electric lights came into view I paid the driver. gave him substantial tip for himself. and stepping out walked to the railway terminus and pur- chased ticket for Rotterdam by the Hook of Holland.
 The mail boat was lying alongside, therefore went aboard, saw the stew ard. and turned into my berth, utterly worn out.
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