Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-07-17
The Strange Adventures of Mr..
John Smith in Paris
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the bonds in each, and mailed them that
way"
'All to the same man? That's just as
bad"
"They were not all addressed to the same
man. | sent some of them to John Smith in
Passaic, and some to Tom Jones in London,
and some to Jack Robinson in Southampton,
and Bill Spivvins in Brooklyn and Pete
Brown in Jersey City, and somebody else in
New York and Hoboken and Weehawken,
all over the shop, each by different name,
to be held till called for. 1t will take some
time to get them together again. and III
have to go by Southampton and London to
renal those that are waiting for me there.
| thought 1t was pretty good scheme. He
was silent a moment. "These funny little
fly cops over here would never get hep in the
world. While they were searching me down
at headquarters there were two or three OF
the envelops containing bonds in the mail
box directly in front of the door,"
For time Mr. Clarke, lost in admiration
of the utter simplicity, the audacity of the
idea, said nothing "There is still danger, of
course" he remarked finally. However, it
is safer that way than taking them in through
customs" There was one other question.
Smith, how did you get hold of those bonds
anyhow"
Don't you know" Mr.. Smith queried
mo, haven't an idea, unless the trained
nurse"
well, if you don't know, III never tell
YOU replied MIR. Smith.
CHAPTER XVII.
Mr.. SMITH was not the kind of man
W. who would ask woman if she would
marry him-hed tell her she was going to.
He told Edna Clarke, between the soup and
the fish, in a coy little dining room off
Montmartre-Aunt Emma was at home
the night before he was to leave Paris. They
had been talking about the weather. He
didn't introduce the subject of matrimony;
just spilled it out. There were exclamations
of surprise, bushes, embarrassment, and
protestations. Mr.. Smith waved them aside
in that masterful way of his.
"My train leaves in the morning about
ten O'clock" he said. "I'll run by and see
YOUR father about nine. I'm not very strong
with him, and imagine he maybe may
That old troubled, haunted look dashed in
the girls eyes for second. There was still
the possibility that all the desperate chances
they had taken would come to naught, that
open dishonor would come, that her father
would be
I'm sorry, Miss Edna" Mr.. Smith said
simply. d1dn mean tO-er- thing
is coming out all right. So long as none of it
became public at the time of my arrest and
now I'm free, everything is all right. Moth
ing can go wrong.
"Of course know it" she faltered; "but
-but-the bare thought of it frightens me.
| know, you We made me see that my father
isn't "a thief as l thought at first; but
there is still chance of discovery, and if it
came
1T won't come" interrupted Mr.. Smith.
"Do you remember you once told me that
you had more confidence in me than any
person you ever met? Now prove it by be-
leving me. There's no earthly way by
which the customs people in New York can
find those bonds, and as for the police of
Paris I've got them euchred to a standstill.
Now that's all over. Let's not talk about it.
As | said, I'll see your father in the morning
about nine, and then"
Edna arched her brows disdainfully.
Its perfectly absurd" she declared irrele-
vanity. "Such a result of our chance meet
ing never occurred to me. I'd never even
thought of it.
"Oh, well, YOU II have lots of time to think