Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1910-05-04

SelecteQ the ldQy WuOn you KNOW dS
Nine. d'Armand"
Again." he shouted, you ave said
itr'
Professor Keredec," l returned, With
asperity, Il have no idea how you came
to conceive such a prepOsterous
scheme, but l agree heartily that the
word for it is madness. In the first
place. ! must tell you that her name is
not even d'Armand."
My dear sir. l know. 1t was the
mistake Of that absurd Amedee. She
is Mrs. Hartman"
you knew it," I cried, hopelessly
confused. But Oliver still speaks Of
her as Nine. d'Armand."
HE does not know. She has not told
him."
I'm. the meantime" I said sharply,
"there is a keen faced young man who
took a room in the inn this morning
and who has come to spy upon you. l
believe"
What is 1t you say"
| He came to q sudden stop.
1 had not mean to deliver my fnfor-
nation quite so abruptly, but there
. was no help for it now and l repeated
the statement, giving him a terse ac-
| count Of my two encounters with the
| rattish youth and adding:
HE seemed to be certain that Oliver
Saffren' is an assumed name. and he
made a threatening. reference to the
laws Of France"
The effect upon Keredec vas q very
distinct pallor.
"Do you think he came back to the
inn? Is he here nowY'
II do not know"
eve must learn. I must know that
at once!w And he went to the door.
LET me go instead" !. suggested.
/ stepped out to the gallery. to dis
cover Nine. Brossard emerging from
a door on the opposite side Of the
courtyard.
Nine. Brossard," said the professor,
'.you have a new client today"
'That monsieur who arrived this
morning." l suggested.
HE was an American" said the
hostess. knitting her dark brows, .'but
do not think that he was exactly a
monsieur"
''1s he at the Inn now?"
"No, monsieur, but Two friends for
whom he engaged apartments have
just arrived"
"Who are they" asked Keredec
quickly.
'It is a lady and a monsieur from
| Paris, but not married. They have
taken separate apartments, and she
| has a domestic with her-a negress,
Algerian"
what are their names?"
ut is not ten minutes that they are
installed. They have not given me
their names"
What is she?" demanded Keredec
impatiently. rs she blond? Is she
brunette? Is she French, English,
:panish?
ST think" said Nine. Brossard-'1
think one would call her Spanish, but
she is very fat, not young, and with
a great deal too much rouge"
She stopped with an audible intake
of breath. staring at my friends white
face.
IN. Saffren and I leave at once" ex-
claimed Keredec. II shall meet him
on the road. he will not return to the
inn. We go toto Trouville. See that
no one knows that we have gone until
tomorrow, IL possible. l shall leave
fees for the servants with you. Go
now, prepare your bill and bring it to
me at once. I shall write you where
to send our trunks. Quick! And you,
nv friend" he turned to me-"my
friend, will you help us? Fol we need
it!!'
"Anything in the worldt!"
go to Pere Baudry. Have him
put the least tired Of his three horses
to his lightest cart and wait In the
road beyond the cottage. Stand ip the
road yourself while that is being done.
Oliver will come that way. Detain
him. / will join you there"
l strobe to the door and out to the
gallery. l was halfway down the
steps before I saw that Oliver Safren
wa already in the courtyard, coming
toward me from the archway with q
light and buoyant step.
He looked up. waving his hat 70 me,
his face lighted with a happiness most
remarkable and brighter ven than the
strong midsummer sunshine flaming
oyer him. Dressed in white as he was
and with the air OF victory he wore.
no might have been at that moment o
figure from some marble triumph.
youthful, %conquering, crowned with
the laurel.
But entering from the road, upon
the trail OF Saffren and still in the
shadow Of the archway, 1 was startled
to see the discordant hneries and
Ratchet face Of the ex-pedestrian and
tourist, my antagonist Of the forest
/ had opened my mouth to call a
warning.
Hurry" was the word I would have
said. but it stopped at "hur." The
second syllable was v uttered.
There came a violent outcry, raucous
and shrill as the wall Of a captured
hen, and out OF the passage across the
courtyard foundered a woman fantas-