The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1910-02-03
By
HAROLD
MAC GRATH
Copyright. 1908. by the Bobbs-
Merrill Co.

hew's possessions with premeditated
leisure. Everything had to come out.
He even opened the shaving sets, the
collar box, the pin cases and the tic
bag.
Twill you hasten?" asked Hillard.
1--WE do not wish to miss this train"
"Others follow said the inspector
laconically.
Hillard produced a five franc piece.
The inspector laughed without noise
and shook his head. This one inspector
is impervious to money or smooth
speeches. He is the law %personiled
memorable.
Hillard strained his eyes. but say
neither Kitty nor the yelled lady again
Doubtless they were already on the
train. Had Merrihew been an Old
| traveller he would have left him to get
to Monte Carlo the best way he could
but Merrihew was as helpless as a
child, and he hadn't the heart to desert
him, though he deserved to be desert
ed.
Ding-ding. went the bell. Whee-
wee. Welt TIE WulStlt. IL lTdll
for Monte Carlo was drawing out, and
they were being left behind. Hillard
swore and Merrihew went white with
impotent anger. IL only he could hit
something! The inspector smiled and
went on with his deadly work. When
he was certain that they could not pos
sibly catch the train he handed the
cigars to their owner and pointed to
a sign the other side of the barricade.
What shall | do now, jack" Merri-
hew asked.
II refuse to help you. Find out your
self"
So Merrihew, hopeless and subdued,
went into the room designated, saw
the cigars taken out and weighed, took
the bill and presented it with a hun
dred lire note at the little window in
the off room.
Procuring his change. he found Hill,
lard sitting disconsolately on the bar
ricade.
Il hope you are perfectly satisfied"
said Hillard, with an amiabihty which
wouldn't have passed muster any
where.
"Oh, I'm satisfied" answered Merri-
hem. He stuffed his pockets with CT
gars, slammed the boxes into the case
and locked them up
Il warned you about tobacco"
81 know it,
~You should have told me-"
II know that. too, but l didn't want
you to lecture me"
"a lecture would have been better
than waiting here in this barn for
three hours"
"Threc hours?' despondently.
"Oh, there's a restaurant, but it's not
much better than this. It's bad-fies
and greasy plates"
And by the time they had found the
Ristorante Tornaghi miserable and
uninviting-they were laughing.
only l wish l knew where they
were going was Hillard's regret.
"They?' said Merrihew.
Eyes. The woman with Kitty is the
woman I'm going to find if | stay in
Europe ten years. And when | find
her I'm going to marry her"
Sounds good" said Merrihew, pour
ing himself Il third glass OF very indif-
ferent Beaune.
"And they may be going anywhere
but to Monte C~arlo-Paris, Cherbourg,
Calais. In my opinion. Monte Carlo Is
the last place two such women are
likely to go to alone"
So they sat in the dingy restaurant.
smoking and laughing and grumbling
till the mex train was announced. At
4 that afternoon they arrived without
further mishap at the most interesting
station Of its size In Europe, Monte
Carlo.
And then into the omnibus adjoin-
ing came the man with the scar.
The Riviera. from San Reno on the
Italian side to Cannes on the French.
possesses a singular beauty.
Villefranche stands above Nice, be-
tween that white city and Monte Car
10. 1t is quiet and lovely. For this
reason the great army Of tourists pass
1t by. There is no casino, no band, no
streets full Of tantalizing shops. On
the very western limit Of Villefranche.
On the winding white road which rises
out Of Nice. is a modest little villa. so
modest that a ballerina would scorn
1t and a duchess ignore 1t.
In the balcony La Signorina reposed
in a steamer chair, gazing seward.
The awning cast a warm glow as Of
gold upon her face and hair, a rams
parent shadow. She was at this mo
ment the most precious thing upon
which the eye may look. a wholly
beautiful woman. Kitty Killigrew,
standing In the easement window,
stared at her silently, not without
some envy. not without some awe.
What was going OF behind those
' dreamy eyes?