New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1910-07-03

1t would be easy once Clarke had opportunity 10
escaDe to prove himself to be the John or1th ne
ior,ad RI he and he would be released. lhen would
come his reckoning A. too ,f tho
His eyes shifted for instant to the face OF the
o;rl and some strange subtle message passed be-
tween them She had not spoken; yet she 700
seemed to understand and the pleading, wlS lii
eyes commanded him to do the right thng
happened to be at the moment SUBMISSION 70 arrest
"Oh very we'll Cap Mr.. Smith remarked at l,St'
quietly slowly, "as long you know IN clarke.
/ don't suppose it will do any good 10 deny IT, lou
tlv COPS in Paris wonders, aren you:
CHAPTER VII
WITH one of his wasted hands clasped IN the
w cool caressing fingers of his daughter, and
with her plump rosy cheek pressed tenderly against
his own. withered and yellowed by long dragging
siege of typhoid W. Mandev,lle Clarke sept. 81 -
was sleep of utter exhaustion, an exhaustion ioi-
lowing closely upon the maelstrom of speculation
and apprehension aroused by that unexpected en-
Smith of all men! What was he dong IN farlS, SO
far away from his wicketed window Why had ne
been arrested? And why had he submitted to arrest
under the of Clarke, with hardly protest.
There was only one answer, of course, and that
answered only part of the question The disappear
ance of the United States bonds from the bank vault
had been discovered. An order had been issued tor
his, Clarkes arrest on charge OF haVs lil au,
way with those bonds. That order had oee11
turned to the police OF Paris tor execution ana
they had blundered. But how had they Numbered:
How was it possible to mistake Smith Tor clarke!
And WHY had Smith not delivered over to the arrest
ing officer the real w Mandeylle Clarke VINO was
that Smith hadn't recognized HIM; the blazing
straight staring left room for doubt on that
score. Then why-why!
Pondering these things, aghast at the hdeous pos
sbiities that paraded before his distorted vision IN
garish disorder certain of nothing and fearful OF ALL
Clarke had been lued into uneasy slunber by the
softly musical voice of his daughter, who talked OF
all things in the world save the strange meeting III
the Cafe de la Paix
Mr. Smith had been led away submissive prs
oner and Immediately he had gone Edna had hur-
ried her father into taxicab and they had been
driven here-here to this shabby little apartment IN
the Rue St. HOnore where she had found him, where
he had been Quartered for weeks, and where by
force of indomitable will and splendid physique he
had conquered his illness
Tor an hour or more after he had dropped asleep
the girl beside him, motionless vlg1lant SEN
sitve to his least movement, her clear blue eyes
Couded by terror of lncOmprehenslble danger
which threatened to overwhelm them. She had
asked no questions; but thousand were hantnerlng
insistently for answer. Why was her father, w.
Vaudeville Clarke president of bank and imam
Cal power at home skulkIng here IN pltitul little
apartment under the name of Charles Roeb1ngt
Had there been some crime? She shuddered at the
thought If there had been crime, why the neceS
sitv of this concealment? And who was this huge.
hulkng American, this called ohm Smith. who
knowing Clarke, had submitted to arrest with
scarcely a word of defense:
Her father-perhaps he thief! He had lett
home suddenly with the bare, bald statement that
he was going to Paris and there he had utterly
disappeared Weeks and weeks had passed; then,
thing like this, she had come to find HIM. She had
found him through clue furnished by friend OF the
family found him just recovering from typhoid
fever. If her father thief then John Smith
John Smth-he was probably detective! That
was the only inference she had been able to draw
from his answers to her questions that day IN the
Champs Elysees But, on the other hand, II he was
detective why had he permitted himself to be ar
ed aSW Vaudeville Clarke?