The Richmond Virginian. (Richmond, Va.) 1910-1920, 1910-03-25
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| virtue. II they were well started they
were safe. and well started meant
only that Larrabee Hartman should
leave the Inn without an alarm. With
| two hours start and the pursuit spend
ing most OF its. energy In the wrong di
| rection-that Is. toward Lisieux and
Paris--they would be on the deck OF
the French Canadian liner tomorrow
noon, calling out of the harbor Of lie
Havre with nothing but the Atlantic
ocean between them and the st. Law
renee.
Suddenly / saw a light shine from
! Keredec's window.
remarked. Nov, IL you will permit
me. I'll offer you my escort back to
Quesnay." said to Miss Elliott.
/ went into my room. put on my cap,
! lit a lantern and returned with 1t tn
the veranda. We crossed the garden
Ms far as the steps. Mr.. Percy signi-
fed his approval. ''Gunna see the lit
| tie lady home. are you?" he said gra-
ciousiy. II was thinkin' 1t was about
dme m'self."
The salon door of the "grande suite
opened above me. and at the sound
the youth started. springing back to
see what It portended. but ran
/ quickly up the steps. keredec stood
In the doorway bareheaded and In his
| shirt sleeves In one hand he held a
| travelling bag. which he Immediately
gave me.
He went back into the room, closing
the door, and | descended the steps as
rapidly as had run up them. With
out pausing l started for the rear OF
the courtyard. Miss Elicit accompany.
| ing me.
The sentry had watched these pro-
ceedings open mouthed. more mysti-
! fed than alarmed. LUX here" he
said. II want t. know whit this
1 means"
Anything you choose to think II
means" laughed. beginning to walk
I little more rapidly. He glanced up
at the windows OF the ''grande suite"
which were again dark. and began to
follow us slowly. '.Whut you gut In
that grip?" he asked.
"You don't think we're carrying OF
Mr.. Harman?'
IL reckon he's In bis room oil right.
said the youth grimiy, unless hes
Jew out"
] We emerged at the foot Of n lane be.
/ hind the inn. II was long and narrow,
/ bordered by stone walls and at the
other end debouched upon a road
which passed the rear of the Baudry
cottage.
Miss Elliott took my arm. and we
entered the lane.
Mr.. Percy paused undecidedly. II
| want e know whut you think y're
doin'." be repeated angriiy. calling
after us.
ITS very simple" called In turn.
II think you may as well go back.
We're not going far enough to need a
guard"
Mr. Percy allowed an oath to escape
him. and we heard him muttering to
himself. Then bis footsteps sounded
behind US.
Hes coming" Miss Elliott whis-
pered. with nervous exu,tation. look
Ing over her shoulder Hes going to
follow"
We rrudged hriskly on. followed at
some dfty PAGES by the perturbed
Waterman. We were embarked upon
a singular adventure, not unattended
by certain danger. We were tingling
with 4 hundred approximations. occu-
pied with the vital necessity of draw
Ing the little spy after us-and that
was q strange moment for a man land
an elderly painter man of no mark at
that to hear himself called what
was called then In a tremuious whis-
per close 10 my ear. or course she
has denied it since Nevertheless she
said it-twice. for l pretended not to
hear her the first time. made no an
swer. for something In the word she
called me and In her seeming to mean
1t made me choke up so that I could
not even whisper But l made up my
mind that after that IL this girl saw
Mr.. Earl Percy on his way back to
the Inn before she wished him to 60 II
would be because he had killed me.
We were near the end Of the lane
when the neigh of horse sounded
sonorsusly from the read beyond.
Mr.. Percy came running up swiftly
and darted By W..
Who's that?' he called loudly.
who's that In the cart yonder?''
set my lantern down close to the
wall. and horse and cart drew up
on the road 1t was Pers Baudry's
best horse. stout gray. that would
easily make TrouvIlIe by daylight. A
woman's figure aud mans tthe lat
ter thnt of pere Bandry hiinselfl could
be made ort dimiy onsthc cart seat.
"Who In IT. sayT' shouted our ex-
cited friend. What kind OF q game
dye think y're putin up on me herer
A glance at the occupants satisfied
him. 'Mrs. Hartmann he yelled. MRS.
Hartman. knowed was . fool to
cone away without wakins up RAJ