The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1912-02-15

you to Paris. Them frog-eaters is
devils"
l should stand in need of a trusty as.
sistant. consented to Talbot's plea.
| had a presentiment that the work
In front of me vas going to prove ar
duous-for, needless to say, I should
not consider that l had accomplished
my task until the plot had" been frus-
trated. Proudly Talbot set off beside
me and, the moment that we left the
house, the old relations of master and
servant were, by a traditional under
standing, abrogated.
Hot work on hand, old man?" said
my erstwhile servant, cheerfully.
Pretty warm, Talbot" l answered,
my hand stealing toward the automatic
Colt that always carried in my belt
holster. Talbot saw the action and
gr1nned. knew that grin. l had seen
Talbot grin that way over q dead AZ
CHAN, while parrying strokes from a
mounted horseman preparatory to ad-
ministering the browning mercy with
his own pistol. So l felt that If our
plans miscarried somebody would be
greatly to blame for it.
We arrived at Paris the following
morning, the train steaming up to the
outskirts of the city, whence an ''omni-
bus" barge conveyed us through the
streets on top of the flood. learned
that the Seine had risen to a height al
most unknown; that the sewers we're
filling with water and an epidemic
threatened. And still the rise contin-
ued. 1t was with some difficulty that
l obtained an interview with President
Fallieres, and it was necessary for me
to display his majesty's card. The
president was seated in a large room
In the Elysee, and was haggard and
pale-from having devoted all his time
to the flood victims, a sympathetic at.
tendant whispered. smiled at this
naive Interpretation.
We'll, Monsieur, how can | assist
you?" asked the president, brusquely.
1T is rather a question of how | can
assist you," l answered. With Napo-
leon master of subterranean Paris, how
long do you expect to uphold the re-
public?"
He looked at me Indignantly, then
suddenly he sank down and groaned,
burying his face between his hands.
IF we knew where he hides" he
muttered. But we are helpless. And
the troops are not to be relied on. And
it would take days to bring loyalists
from the frontier, for half of France is
under water"
/ placed the map in his hands.
His majesty King Edward VII.
sends you this, and bids you use it for
the protection of the republic"
He looked at the map dumbly, as
though not compromising; then rose
to his feet, his face flushed.
1T is a map"
"Of the ~catacombs." answered. "By
the aid of this you will defeat his
plans. But you must act at once To-
night"
YES" said the president. Il know.
What shall l do? This and the flood
the responsibility-and nobody knows
or Dreams"
! Let me see the map" l said, seeing
that President Fallieres was no longer
master OF himself: and for half an
hour studied it. At the end of that
time its meaning was clear to me.
There were three main entrances to
the catacombs within the walls of
Paris. One of these three was in the
Quarter Latin: a second close beside
the north wall: a third within a street
not five minutes walk from the Elysee.
And it was here, obviously. that the
revolutionaries would emerge.
do you know what these entrances
are?" I asked the president.
It was easy to find out, for in the
room was a food map showing the
sewerage system. The entrance under
the north wall had evidently become
sealed since the map was made. for it
was now under the flooring Of some
large railroad yards. That in the
Quarter Latin vas apparently con-
nected with the cellar of a bakers
shop such establishments being
marked red on this map. The third
was not to be found.
Il have it, cried the president.
"That street exists no longer. 1t is
now a city park. And I remember;
there is an iron grating under which
a drain was believed to rum"
Send a company of sappers to block
up the basement of the bakers shop
with masonry, ostensibly as a flood
precaution," l said. Nov we have
stopped all the fox's earths but one.
How many companies of loyal troops
car you reckon on?"
Two" replied the president. "They
are Alsatians."
Let them be marshaled under cover
Of darkness at the entrance to the cata-
combs in the city park. Let them
have a cannon commanding it," had
formed my plan. Looking along the
chart l had discovered that in a GER
tain spot the catacombs opened out
into a vast s%ubterranean 1t was
J doubtless here that the conspirators
were encamped. l communicated my
intentions to the president.
Il shall enter under the guise of a