Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1916-08-08
CHAPTER v-tCOntInuod).


TFOrrND the sensation unusual. II was
i as If a fragment of my nightmare had
detached itself moved out Of the picture. ]
felt as though the events or the evening
had been untrue in the nature of an hallu-
ciuation only the weight of the man
whose lower limbs I was embracing con-
WINGED me that l did not dream--only ne
remained to prove the reality OF my ad-
venture. ,,
As for Sevrance, he gave the CouPc Il"
ironic bow. -.
"Do Won know" he said softly; and at
first I fancled he was speaking 10 me,
though II developed that he was addressinS
my friend. the horse: DO you Ni,oM,
consider that uncommon handsome OF you
You have solved the dilemma quite heatly
and reasonably Good highland many
thanks" ,.., 49,
body on n couch In Sevrances stuuy We
were both quite out of breath
Sevrance at once knclt by the mans slue,
despite his fatigue. For myself, collapsed
completely in chair, and sat puillns uHI
blowing like a healthy porpoise' Anu !
found II irritating in the extreme TO nav
to wait until my wind came back TO me
IN order TO nut the question that was burn
Ing my tongue. But finally:
'Sevrance" said |, who is he!
Scvrauce stood up. taking off his coat ana
rolling back his cuffs. There was queer
look in his eyes. .,,,,
"a Russian-by the name of De Netze. me
moving thing about It all Is this: that l
saw him not 10 minutes before you met niIii
Mt the very house. I believe, from which
YOU saw him carried; and he was theh ns
sober as you or / at this minute
"Then-what--
Gordon don't know" he returned
seriously "FranlSly I have heard 1t SAID
that NJ de Nctze was secret agent OF tne
Russian Government, and this woulu seer seer
TO confirm the statement. 1t Is rank WIN
the stencil of Nihilism-this outrage. Al
least It is so to my mind,
bent closer to get my first good look az
the fellow He lay at length-a snort put
slender man, whom l recognized lhstautly
For hin, whom the others had supported
from the house. knew him by his thick
Ish red lips, by his high, pallid brows' by
the neatly trimmed Nandyke beard Drown
but streaRed with silver gray.
''That is the same man." atiirmed'
you're sure?' He seemed almost TO
wish 10 doubt my identification.
"Certain," l replied. why? Whose was
the house.
Sevrance smiled inscrutably.
you'll be surprised
made an impatient movement,
TT was-Lady Herbert's," he informed
stared blankly.
"Julias?" I gasped, incredulous.
Exactly; she received tonight MohsleuF
de Netze a close friend of Captain Won
Holzborn, your rival, happened to be an
invited guest"
II seemed but an instant later that l
caught myself up sharply, at the very mo-
ment when my head was dropping drowslly
forward to find resting place on the table
by my side. ,
authoritatlyely Take the couch there De
Netze must have my bed, OF course"
Sevrance came over and with firm hand
piloted me toward divan; was too un-
utterably weary to resist remember
fairly falling upon my back and lying there
enveioped in delicious anticipation of rest.
''Now, you sleep" heard sevrance say;
yea | agreed meekly. Sevrance seemed
10 fade out of the room. My eyes closed. l
sank slowly into placid gulf or slumoer.