The Washington herald., 1913-01-12
~The lieutenant general of policeT

ne lieutenant general OF police!
Precisely"
Rousseau nearly let the parcel drop.
Here was a nice imbroglio. Ten min
utes ago he had put on his hat to leave
his house, content with himself and at
peace with all the world. except The
reese; he had opened the door, hum
ming a tune from one of his operas,
and in a trice fate had seized him in
the form of this yelled woman, thrust
weapon in his hand, and ordered him
to attack De Sartines; that Tiger De
Sartines, of whom, despite all his phi
losophy, he was very much afraid.
Unfortunate Rousseau He was al
ways a martyr to women; even that
morning. before starting. he had suf-
fered from a bad attack of Thercse,
escaping from her only to fall into the
hands of Madame Linden.
But. Madame, it is against my
principles to use force in this fashion
am but a student; my part in the
world is entirely passive; the hand
which is powerful armed with the pen
is always at loss armed with the
sword"
Again he would have dived into the
vague waters of verbiage. and hidden
himself. had she not caught him, so
to speak, by the coat tails.
Monsieur, you may be student,
but you are man; and a man who
loves ana honors YOU has been in
prisoned for no fault but that he fol-
lowed your teaching. though wrong
headedly enough, perhaps. You have
nothing to fear: 1t is l who will bear
the brunt of the battle | ask you only
to hold the document in your house
and in the event of my not communi.
sating with YOU by noon tomorrow
to hand it to Monsieur de Maupcou.
He is bitter enemy of this villain,
De Sartines. Monsieur, believe me
when ! say there is no danger to you
in the transaction. am moving in it
for no object but love. Monsieur de
Lussac is my lover"
She lifted her veil. ;
Rousseau, before that loveliness. sue
cumbed. He took off his hat and bowed
TO her. at the same time thrusting his
book and the parcel into the capacious
pocket OF his coat
He was always a sentin1entalist
Though at times a philosopher. MT
sician. a botanist, a writer. the SEN
timentalist was always there. and the
sentimcntalist told him that the woman
was speaking the truth and was en-
tirely to be trusted. He hated med
ding at all in the matter, but it seemed
to him his path of duty was clear. He
must do everything in his power to
assist in the enlargement of De Lus-
sac.
Madame" said he, 81 will act as
par=nT,at 10
not weigh with me in matter where
the right is concerned" Then. having
discharged this fine sentiment, he turn
ed crusty Though ! have nothing but
your word on the matter, still ] am
to believe it. l must now
return and place this packet in safe
keeping. Good day, Madame
He turned and began to walk back
for a moment. then with a little laugh
she ran after him This dreamer had
never even asked her name: suspicious
as he was. always fearing spies and
enemies. he had neglected
this. the first question that business
man would have put to her.
We'll. Madame:"
my name is-pardon me for giving
it in full-the Baroness Sophie An
astaSe Therese Linden. and nv address
is IL Rue Cog Heron"
Madame" replied he grimly.
whether a baroness or a woman OF
he people matters not to me at all.
He put his fingers to the .brim of his
Did hat and shuffled on.
The baroness looked after him as
le went, a shabby old man in a snuff
,olored coat: testy. suspicious, casting
lis eyes about him, clasping his coat
APPEL with a veined and nervous hand,
he strange figure OF an immortal
Then. satisfied that she had placed
Ter weapon of destruction in safe
afe keeping she returned TO the Rue
,oq Heron.
To BE CONTINUED NEXT SUNDAY.