Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-08-07

eSCapadc was presented IN It's proper 1Snl,
their next meeting should be fraught with
laughter rather than reproaches, and then
well, then he might urge a timid plea that
his repute as a careful pilot during those
three memorable DAYS was no bad recon-
mendation for a pernanency.
But now, in flash, the entire perspective
had changed. The Frcnchman and Mrs.
Devar, between them, threatened to upset
his best laid plans. 1t was one thing to
guess the nature of the sordid compact re-
vcaled at Brighton; it was quite another to
be brought face to face with its active de-
velopment at Cheddar The intervening
hours had disintegrated all his pet theories.
In a word, the difference lay in himself-be
fore and after close companionship with
Cynthia.
1t must not be imagined that NIedenham
INDUCED in this species of self analysis
while bringing pail of water to replace the
wastage from the condenser. He was merely
in a very bad temper and could not trust
himself to speak until he had tended to his
beloved engine.
He determined to set doubt at rest forth
with by the simple expedient of finding Miss
Nanrenen and seeing whether or not Narigny
had waylaid her already.
keep an eye on my machine for a min
Ute he said to the guardian of the Du
WALTON. by the way, is Captain Devar
hereo' he added, since Devar's presence
might affect his own actions.
ooh, you know him, do your cried the
other "No, he didn't come with us. We
left him at Bristol. He's a bird, the Captain.
Played some Johnny at billiards last night
for quid, and won. He told the guy nor
fixed for to-day, and you ought to have seen
him wink. It's long odds again the Bristol
gent, or I'm very much mistaken. Yes, I'll
keep any amatoor paws off your car, and off
my own as well, you bet!
ITO pass from the stable yard to the garden
it was not necessary to enter the hotel.
A short path shaded by trelis laden creep
ers and climbing roses, led to a rustic bridge
over the stream. When A1edenham had
gone halfway he saw the two women sitting
with Marigny at table placed well apart
from other groups of tea drinkers. They
were talking animatedly, the Count smil
ing and profuse of gesture, while Cynthia
listened with interest to what was SEEM
ingly convincing statement of the fortu-
nate hazard that led to his appearance at
Cheddar. The Frenchman was too skilled
a stalker of shy game to pretend second
time that the meeting was accidental.
Mrs. Devar's shrill accents travelled
clearly across the lawn. Just fancy that!
Finding James at Bath, and persuading him
to come to Bristol on the chance that we
might all dine together tonight! Naughty
boy he is! Why didn't he run out here in
your carr"
Count Edouard said something.
"Business!" she cackled. II am glad to
hear of it. James is too much of gadabout
to earn money; but people are always ask
ing him to their houses. He is dear fellow.
l am sure you will like him, Cynthia
Medenham had heard enough. He noted
that the table was gay with cut flowers, and
neat waitress had evidently been detailed
by the management to look after these dis
tinguished guests. Marigny's setting for
his first decisive move was undoubtedly well
contrived 1t was delightfully."- pastoral, a
charming bit of rural England, and, as such,
eminently calculated to impress an Ameri-
can visitor.
Cynthia poured out a cup of tea, heaped
plate with cakes and bread and butter and
gave some instructions to the waitress.
Medenham knew what that meant. He
hurried back by the way he had come, and
found that Marignys chauffeur had lifted
the bonnet off the Mercury.
More see of this engine the more like
it. What your h. p?" asked the man, who
clearly regarded the Mercury driver as