The evening herald. [volume] (Albuquerque, New Mexico) 1914-1922, 1914-07-28

book on the CCde Napoiedh. which he
had 20 eloquently presented TO me at
the moment Of my departure from
Winnipeg. Poor little Mr.. sprattl
The sight OF II recalled 10 my mind
wildly Mary Jennor. my best friend,
and the life which now seemed 80 IN.
finitely far away. And Il was only
two weeks before that ! had been
teaching a class OF boys
and girls the principles OF arithmeticl
II they knew OF my subsequent ad.
v%entures' smiled. and then I felt
the moisture In my eyes. I thrust the
envelope containing the money into
the cover OF Mr.. Spratt's book and
gave myself up to somewhat painful
meditation until I reached Dover.
The night passage was calm and I
slept well until awakened az Calais,
whore we re-tralned for Paris. reach.
Ing there at an unearthly hour in the
morning. Through the kindness Of an
old gentleman aboard the train-you
know those old gentlemen who arc
bubbling over with altruism toward
the stranger eventually found my.
self knocking YEARLY at the doors OF
the Pension Anglais. was assigned
a room by tho sleepy night clerk and
tumbled into bed without even trou.
bling 20 uudress. When I awokc II
was past twelve o'clock. and the noise
and stir Of the great city was IN full
swing beneath my windows.
| couldn't bring myself to tho per.
Torrance OF my mission for a couple
OF days. | inspected the cathedral.
the Louvre. the shops; ] reveled In my
surroundings. Indeed. tho fascination
OF the French capital 80 overwhelmed
me that / doubt whether I should ever
have brought myself to carry out my
purpose OF visiting the banker but Cor
a serious incident which suddenly
recalled me 10 a sense OF duty.
! vas In the Louvre for the third or
fourth time. revealing in the beauty OF
the sculpture there. ! had paused be-
fore a statue OF Praxiteles. an ex-
duisite piece OF work depicting the
ideal OF beauty. the Greek Hermes.
I fell into a train OF speculation. Were
the modern Greeks. ! thought, Of the
same physical type? I unused: had I
ever neen a Greek2 There must be
Greeks in Winnipeg. but And
suddenly | felt a pair OF eyes regard.
ing me from across the gallery. I
looked up with n start. 10 see a man in
a SLOUGH hat. attired like a guide. and
yet evidently not one. since he lacked
the official badge. regarding me with
intense penetration.
Il was the Greek Zeuxis. the hanger.
on OF villainous scoundrelly Leopold
Magnlnl
But was III Was not I. rather, the
victim OF an overweighted imagina-
ton? As I stared at him In conster-
nation he moved with stealthy. glid-
ing steps into another chamber. When
I had recovered my sel-f.possession
and followed him. ne was nowhere TO
be seen.
The shock OF this incident recalled
me 20 the duty that lay before me. II
indeed I were under espionage, II was
my task TO obtain my bonds with the
least possible delay. ] should never
feel satisfied until | had disposed OF
them and taken the train and boat
back TO England. For the first time
l regretted Estelle's absence. MJ
loneliness was appalling; ] felt al
though some dsrk. ominous cloud
OF danger hung yer me.
Early the next morning I sought
admission TO Leopold Magnin. senior
in his banking house upon the avenue
! had anticipated some difficulty n
seeing him, but for some reason OF
other I was admitted almost immedi
aiely 10 the inner room in which h'
sat alone. surrounded BY ledgers and
account books. He was eyidentll
toiling as industriously as any OF hi
assistants. for he looked up. nodded
the barest greeting. and went on writ
ing.
Five minutes later he put down hi
PEN.
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