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was to serve him as passport on his
return e the interior; II wSvla nays
Burroughs eyes widened.
"And we got the seal OF the pro-
'e afSat N Is t sn'p mystery, How did IT
come there7 Who murdered Bompard
and stole the ring? II he was murdered
for the letters, why did they sell the
ring? And who has the letters? All
'It does sound exciting said Bur
roughs, his romantic spirit responding
to the situation. ITS pity we forgot
| the ring"
She laughed
"You were a new person. You made
me forget" she said meaningly.
Burroughs did not answer.
She was sitting beside him, her chin
couched In the palm Of her hand her
I'VE know each other rather well,
monsieur, for SO short hn acquaintance"
1T Is like an Arabian night"
And yet I do not even know your
my name is Burroughs"
John" he said
Jean" she unused. giving Il the g,
French Twist, twist; Jean; And mine is 81
You are French woman"
| MY father was French; my mother
was a Moor. Who was the girl you
were with when you bought the rins!'
"A young woman who came over on
| the boat with u.s." he answered simply.
There was something In her question:
ing glance that made him uncomfort-
able. and he sat up suddenly on the
couch.
You are going back to that placer
he said. Then l will go with you; II Is
on my way to the hotel"
You are very anxious to get baGkY
after me so WE'LL" he temporized.
You are sure you are rested? Does
| the arm pain you?"
| Scarcely at all" he answered, though
he WINGED a little as ne attempted 10
"You need not fear, for It. treated
1t with an Arabian ointment. 1t VIII
heal rapidly. These Arabs have more
skil IN mountaineering lS than Europeans
l. She laid a hand gently on the ban,
! daged arm. but a noise outside caused
her to straighten suddenly and tilt back
her head In an altitude OF attention.
| "What"-began Burroughs.
/ She stood up. silencfng him with ar
i impatient gesture, and glided out Of the
alccve, letting the rug fall behind her
1t had scarcely dropped into place
when two men entered the large room
from an opposite door. The first was
the wall-eyed Frenchman, Alphonse Sc.
vary, and behind him doomed the giant
negro slave.
The woman stared;
i Bon soir, Simone," said the first, his
GOOD luck" said the woman. "a
thought you we're
You thought 1 was dead" said So.
vary, putting careful hand to M
throat. which was swathed in a white
bandage. 1T Is no thanks to the mar
you have here that / am not
What man are you talking off,"
Don't try to pull the wool over my
eyes He's here in the house. SeliT
" aw Ga'e what ao of IT, IT, she demanded
ealizing the futility of deceit.
only that ] am glad he is here.
II saw the fight 1t was Dupre's knife
that struck YOU, You have no sruds'
"Do you mean to say you defend him
did not think 1t was that bad. But
We look at things from a different
!. angle. Is he there?' he asked, indica
as though he would so over to it.
I She stopped him by a gesture. sh
he Is asleep. He was wounded fighting
for me. SIT down.
She spoke cooliy. herself taking 4
chair opposite him at the table ant
moving the lamp a little SO that 1
should not be between them.
The negro crossed his legs unconcern
edly in corner and awaited orders
Savary rolled a cigarette: so. presently
did the woman.
: "You are a fool, Alphonse," she re
marked finally. You made a mistake
! in KIDNAPPING the man."
Savary leaned over with a sheer an'
punctuated his words by tapping thu
table with the end of long. tobacco
stained finger.
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