The leader-enterprise. [volume] (Fitzgerald, Ga.) 1912-1915, 1914-07-17

| was Still sitting on the cot looking so
crushed and sorrowfuI, that could not
help plying him. l said so to God
| frey as we went down the front steps.
Perhaps you're right" he agreed.
| Something has happened to him
something in connection with that wo-
man-and he has never got over it.
Well. we shall have to find out what
| it was. Hello! Here are Simmonds'
men," he added as two policemen stop
ped before the house.
rs this Mr.. Godfrey?" one Of them
asked.
Eyes" said Godfrey.
MIR Simmonds told US to report to
you, sir, if you were here"
what we want you to do" said God
frey, sis to watch the house-watch it
from all sides-patrol clear around it
and see that no one approaches It,"
Every well, sir" And the men touch
ed their helmets
Perhaps if they concealed them
Selves" suggested. "the fellow might
venture back and be nabbed"
bUI GOuIreV SnOOE MS nedd.
81 don't want him to venture back"
he said. 81 want to scare him off.
want him to see we're thoroughly on
guard" He hailed a passing cab and
paused with one foot on the step
I've already told you, Lester" he
| added over his shoulder. that I'm
afraid of him. Perhaps you thought
was Joking, but wasn't. l was never
more serious in my life. The Record
| office" he added to the cabby and jim
gled away, leaving me staring after
| him.
Just before turned in for the night
in my own apartment l heard from
Godfrey again, for my telephone rang,
| and it was his voice that answered
81 just wanted to tell you, Lester"
he said, shat your guess was right.
The mysterious Frenchman came over
on La Touraine. landing at noon yes
| terday. He came in the steerage and
the stewards know nothing about him.
What time was it he got to Vantine's?"
about should say"
so he probably went directly there
from the boat, as you thought That
| accounts for nobody knowing him.
The steamship company is holding a
bag belonging to him. I'll get them
| to open 1t tomorrow and perhaps we
shall and out who he was. Good
night!
1t was shortly after I reached the
office next morning that the Office boy
came in and handed me card with
an awed and reverent air. An awed
and reverent feeling crept over me
| also, for the card bore the name of
| Serene Hornblower.
That name is quite unknown outside
the legal profession of the three great
cities Of the east-New York, Boston
and Philadelphia-yet Serene Horn
blowers income would make that of
any other lawyer in the country look
like 80 cents.
He is the confidential attorney of
most Of our ''best families" He has
held that position for years, and 1t is
said that no case placed unreservedly
in his hands ever resulted in a public
scandal
His reputation for tact and GeIicacy
Is tremendous, and yet those who have
found themselves opposed to him have
never been long in realizing that there
was most redoubtable mailed fist I'M
der the velvet glove had never met
him either professionally or person
ally, and it was with some eagerness
that | told the Office boy to show him
in at once.
He was a bluff and hearty man of
middle age, rather heavy set, fresh
faced and clean shaver and with very
bright blue eyes.
We shook hands and he sat down
and plunged at once without an In
stant's hesitation into the business
which had brought him