The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1914-10-14


and art all about the apartment.
TN our humble way, my daughter
Leila and myself are quite favorites
of the people about here" remarked
the musician. I'VE know their ways.
We feared that you-a stranger"
look upon her father who, somewhat
embarrassed, did not complete the SEN
tence he had begun. Instead he
locked the room door and hastily
pulled down all the shades. Then he
drew a small surgical case from a
cabinet, but Durand said:
See, it is a mere surface scratch on
my hand"
Yes, the abrasion is not severe,
but-we must look out for poison"
"Poison!' repeated Durand with a
start, and then he understood the in
had fired the gun had sought to kill
some enemy. Cases were not rare
where poisoned missiles had been en-
ployed. Not for moment had Dur
and suspected that the shot might
have been meant for himself.
The professor applied a solution to
the grazed member and bound it with
a thin covering of gauze. Then they
drifted into a pleasant conversation
and Durand learned that the musician
and his daughter were well posted in
italian dialects and received quite an
income from writing and translating
letters for their neighbors. AS he
thanked host and hostess for their
kind attention and arose to go, the
professor directed an uneasy and ap-
pealing look at his daughter
There were some little purchases
you spoke of this afternoon" he OBJ
served to Leila She would be COM
pany for you on your way, Mr.. Du-
rand"
Leila flushed, but put on her hat.
She accompanied Durand as far as
well-lighted principal thoroughfare
and then babe him good night.
Il declared" soliloquized Durand
with a whimsical smile as he reached
his room, what would my newspaper
friends think if l were to tell them
that beautiful young lady actually
saw me homei"
The Dubourg family held decided
fascination for Durand and he called
at their modest home two afternoons
during the week following. The pro-
lessor gave him much information
that fitted into his newspaper stories.
Leila enthrafled him with her beauty
and musical genius. One afternoon
his stay fingered into the hours after
dark. Again as he arose to leave the
hospitable roof, Leila had some pur-
chases to make" AS they neared his
home a sudden enlightment flooded
Durands mind.
possible that you go to all this trouble
from fear that may come to harm?"
Leila hesitated, faltered. Then she
said
1T is true. My father believes that
shot in the dark was meant for you"
ooh, impossible!" exclaimed Du-
rand. What could be the motive?
am entirely friendly TO these people,
you have signed the name Zucci'
to your newspaper articles" spoke
Leila
yes, I picked up the name some
where and have used It,"
you must change it,"
"And why?" Intercepted Durand in
establishment.
my father and know great deal
about our neighbors. 1t seems that a
certain revolutionary set are suspect
ing that you are a spy. Your hap
hazard selection of that nom de plume
has in their minds connected you with
a hated and hunted detective known
as Zucci Your life is in danger"
A tender glow overspread the young
mans face as he realized the respect
and interest Leila's words conveyed
He left her promising to find some
way of setting himself right with the
community the next day.
Durand noticed as he approached