Arizona republican., 1911-02-02

IT.. A very interesting game! Peter Ruff showed her a domino
 which he had been covering with his
 hand-it was a double four She nodded. and moved from her seat to one immd6iately next him.
 ." had not imagined" Peter Ruff said, that it was lady whom I was to meet"
 ,'' Monsieur is not disappointed. trust?" she said. smiling. e If l talk banalities. Monsieur must pardon it. Both the walters here are spies, and there are always people who watch. Monsieur Is ready to do us a service? |"
 To the limits of my ability" Peter Ruff answered. Madame will remem- Der that we are not in Paris; that our police system. if not so wonderful as yours, Is still closer and a more pres ent thing They have not the brains at Scotland Yard. but they are persistent hard to escape"
 Do l not know it?" the woman said. Ut is through them that we send for you One of us is in danger"
 Do know him?" Peter Run asked.
 Ut Is doubtful" she answered. Monsieur's stay in Paris was so brief. If Monsieur will recognize his name it is Jean Lemaitre himself"
 Peter Ruff started slightly.
 "I thought" he said, with some hesitation. that Lemaitre did not visit this country"
 He came well disguised" the woman answered. It was thought to be safe. Nevertheless, 1t was fool fish thing. They have tracked hkm down from hotel to apartments. till he lives now in the back room of wretched little cafe in Soho. Even from there we cannot get him away the whole district is watched by spies. We need help"
 For a genius like Lemaitre," Peter Run said, thoughtfully. to have even thought of Soho. was foolish. He should have gone to Hampstead or Balham. It Is easy to fool our police If you know how. On the other hand. they hang on to the scent like leeches when once they are on the trail. How many warrants are there out against Jean in this country"
 Better not ask that" the woman said, grimly. You remember the raid on a private house in the Hollo- way Road. two years ago. when two policemen were shot and a spy was stabbed? Jean was in that-it is suf- fcientl
 Are any plans made at all?" Peter Ruff asked.
 " But naturally" the woman an- swered. There is a motor ear, even now, of sixty horsepower. stands ready at a garage in Putney. If Jean can once reach 1t, he can reach the coast. At certain spot near Southampton there is a small steamer waiting. After that, everything Is easy.'
 My task, then" Peter Run said, thoughtfully, is to take Jean Le- maitre from this cafe in Soho. as far as Putney, and get him fair start?"
 Ut is enough" she answered. There is a cordon of spies around the district. Every day they seem to close in upon us. They search the houses, one by one. Only last night the Hotel de Netherlands-a miserable little place on the other side of the sqeet-was suddenly surrounded by policemen and every room ransacked. It may be our turn tonight"
 In one hours time." Peter Run said. glancing at his watch. I shall present myself as a doctor at the cafe. Tell me the address. Tell me what to say which will insure my admission to Jean Lemaitrel g
 The cafe" she answered, is called the Hotel de Flanders. You enter the restaurant and you walk to the desk There you find always Monsieur An toine You say to him simply The Double Fourl He will answer that he understands. and he will conduct you at once to Lemaitre." s@
 Ruff nodded.
 "In the meantime" he said, "let it be understood in the cafe-if there is anyone who is not in the secret-that one of the walters is sick. l shall come to attend him."
 She nodded thoughtfully.
 AZ well that way as any other," she answered. Monsieur is very kind. 4 bieat6f!"
 She shook hands and they parted. Peter Run drove back to his rooms, rang up an adjoining garage for small covered car such as are usually let out to medical men, and com menced to pack small black bag with the outfit necessary for his purpose. Now that he was actually immersed in his work, the sense of depression had passed away The keen stimulus of danger had quickened his blood. He knew very we'll that the woman had not exaggerated. There was no man more wanted by the French or the English police than the man who had sought his aid, and the district in which he had taken shelter was. in some respects. the very worst for his purpose. Nevertheless, Peter Ruff, who believed at the bottom of his heart, in his star, went on with his feeling morally certain that Jean Lemaitre would sleep on the night in his native land.
 At precisely the hour agreed upon. a small motor brougham pulled up out side the door of the Hotel de Flanders, and it's occupant--whom ninety-nine i men out of a hundred would at once, have declared to be a i doctor in moderate practice-pushed | open the swing doors of the restaurant | and made his way to the desk. He | was of medium height: he wore. a little frayed; gray trou- sers which had not been recently | pressed; and thick boots.
 (" understand that one of your | walters requires my attendance" he | said, in tone not unduly raised but ] till fairly audible. l am Dr. Gillette" - " nr Cfieftan 4nfotua ronaafad