The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1912-02-13
THE TIMES DAILY SERIAL STORY
M D,,c.on,,,o O,,o.t By GORON
French Secret Service
"SPErgssi: ,n ISL Frank T,s A M1Rsy Company
By GoRoN

Madame said Ajrlenno ilnpatlently.
ness -. ,,...
your little friend, Mile. MARIE
AdrtHnne was all attention now. ..
"Sontinuc, madame; / am listening.
n"ccnt and respectable all the same
had 4 friend
oh, madamc!
For sure! And he stopped coming
you was with hin, once
Adrlcnnn's delicate face flushed Grim
son. Her beautiful soft eyes looked
All" said Nine. Cazall. 80 that in
tereSts YOU; pr'aps you was in lHye
with the young gentleman yourself"
"Midumcr
Wen. ;hen, Mile. Marie WAS Young
girl who had funny ideas told YOU
tnat that yrung man stopped coming
to sec her, and you stopped too"
Y sent some one 70 inquire after her,
and they were told that she had left
; our place
tAdElepne, nad sent Thercse 10, the
Hotel de la Paix, but as Nine Cazaii
had particular views IN Georgette. she
hG,d hNid shc no longer lived there.
1t was then Shat Door Georgette, not
icceiLing news from her friends, had
left the place IN despair. She could not
seek Adrirnne; for II they had been
seen together without a doubt they
completes In the murders, which in
character were 50 much alike.
We'll, to continue, little lady" said
Nine. Cazali, "she went away suddenly
without telling anyone, and she owed
me a month and half rent. and you
know NJ. Cazali doesn't want to lose.
But, there" she continued, Il was
telling, you about Mile; Marie. Where
hn
go gadding about when you didn't come
to see her. She sat at home and cried
from morning to night, and her eyes
were as red as the white rabbits
LADY housekeeper to gentleman retired
from the ministry, but she would not
take it; she preferred to die.
oh, mon dieu!' cried Adrienne. Has
she killed herself?"
Now, don't you get hustered like
that, little lady. There's a Providence
for pretty girls. Somebody pulled her
out and dried her and took care of her"
oh, poor little Georgette! Poor, poor
thing to have helped her"
One always SAYS that when the
things done. But she'll right now"
But who told you this?''
All. NJ. NarCisse."
M. NarcIsse! Who is he?"
"Oh, a handsome young fellow; the
finest one you ever saw; and he's so
sweet on me! He's an actor If you
please. He gave me your adress anu anu
that; she'll be pleased to hear 1t.
haven't time; I'm going to sing at an
important soiree tonight 1t was only
yesterday he told me, and here | am
haven't lost much time"
But where Is the young girl?' asked
Nine. beverly.
Her visitor opened a satchel embrod-
cred with beads. .. =,
II got her address2wait a minute
One after another she pulled out OF
her bag a bunch of keys. q horn snun
box, a great leather purse, several
religious medals, and a fine linen hand
kerchier, trimmed with real Nalen-
"Ah, here it is"' she said triumph
antly. MY, l thought I'd lost IT..
She held out to Adrienne a card on
which Dufreny had written:
Nile. Marie. chez Nine. Baveral,
laundress, is Rue de la Moselle'
Vilette.
"Oh, I'll go and see her tomorrow,
no matter what happens: How can
thank you madame, and what can l
do to prove my gratitude
That's simple enough. She owes me
her rent: it's % francs, including some
put to- Thirty-five francs"
'One moment, and III get it,
OH cried the dame, who felt little
warm at making her demand. i knew
had to deal with a real lady. | don
care what they say, ! don't believe that
you did kill your husband"
"Oh. madame! madame!" cried poor
Adrienne, pressing her hand to her
heart and falling into chair.
Mama! mama! Little mama darl.
ing!" cried LuCienne, With eyes full or
terror without knowing what 1t was
about, the sight OF her mother deathly
white, and with eyes closed fre'shtcned
her.
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