, 1912-03-14
1 am AnaroIe rerraud."

i am Anatolc Ferraud.'
THAT is all | desire to know
"Shall we return to the ladirs?" nsk.
ed NJ. Ferraud. restoring his treasures.
'Siuce there is nothing more TO he
said at present. II seems TRANCE To
me that foreign politics should find its
way here"
Politics? l am only a butterfly
hunter"
There are varieties. But you a.e
the ! shall find OUT
Possibly returned NJ. Ferraud
thinking hard.
81 give you fair warning that II
anything is missing
"Oh, Mr.. Fitzgerald"
II shall know where to look for it,"
with a smile which had no humor in it.
why moi denouuce me now"
"Would ii serve your %purpose?'
mo" with deeper gravity. 1T would
be a great disaster: how great | can
not tell you"
"Then, | shall say nothing
About whatT' dryly, even whim
sically.
About your being a secret agent
from France"
This time NJ. Ferraud's glance proved
that he was truly startled. Only tire,
times In his career had his second life
been questioned or suspected. Shout
he trust this young man: With thai
swift un"rrinE instinct which make,
the perfc,i student of character. h
said. you W.. do me II great favor
not to impari this suspicion to any one
else"
'SuspicipnY'
and he said 1t proudly.
You wish harm TO non here?"
mo. / am here for the very purpos
of saving you all from heartaches II
misfortune and disiIlusion. And had
l set to work earlier | should have az
complished all this without Il single one
OF O knowing 1t. Now the matter
will ave to go on to its end"
Can you tell me anything?"
"Not now. | trust you. VIII you
trust me?'
Fitzgerald hesitated for a space
YES"
For that, Thinks" and NJ. Ferraud
put out n hand. 1t is clean. Mr.. Fitz
gerald, for all that the skin is broken.
"Of that ! have no doubt"
Before we reach Corsica you will
know"
And so temporarily that ended the
matter. But as Fitzgerald went over to
the chair just vacated by the secre-
tary. he found that there was IL double
zest TO life now. This would be far
more exciting thar lodging ice foes
and freezing ones toes.
Laura told him the news. Their
guests would arrive that evening in
time for dinner.
1t was Breitmann's habit to come
down first, He would thrum n little
on the piano or take down some Old
volume Tonight il was Heine. He
had not met II of the guests yet.
which he considered u piece of good
fortune. But God only knew what
would happen when she saw him. lie
dreaded the moment, dreaded ii with
anguish. She was a IN schOolcd
In acting. but a time comes when the
best acting is not sufficient. II only
in some way he might have warned
her; blu no way had opened. She
WYNN NV ." ithbg hoNtNtls TCuuA |
with his eyes, his lips, his nerves.
What would the others hin or say
II she lost her presence of mind? His
teeth snapped. He read on. The lamp
threw the light on the SCARED side OF
his face.
He heard some one enter. and his
gaze stole over the top of his book.
This person was n woman, and her
eyes Travelled from object to object
with n curiosity tinged with that in.
gertrude which attacks us all when
we enter m unfamiliar room. She
was dressed in black. showing the
white arms and neck. Her hair was ike
rip wheat after . rainstorm; oh. but
he knew well the color of her eyes.
blue as the Adriatic. She was a wo