The Pulaskian., 1916-07-28
CHAPTER VIII-continued.

Outside in the quiet street her hus- band awaited them with the carriage. He saluted gravely, assisted them into their places, and in silence they drove rapidly through the awaking town. A second carriage, travelling at more deliberate pace, blocked the narrow avenue, and they pulled up sharply be- meath an overhanging lantern. There was subdued rattle of arms. Arnaud leaned forward.
 "Ah, it's you, Goetz! One man is sufficient here. Have you anyone you can trust?"
 Stand forward-No. 4005m
 There was a brief silence. Arnaud rested his chin in his hand and stared down at the man drawn up stiffly be- fore him. The other hand lay clenehed on his knee, and the knuckles stood out white.
 You heard-No. 4O05? You will keep guard alone here"
 Yes"
 Tt is we'll Drive on''
 Again the soft clash of steel. Ar maud dropped back in his corner. The light fell on his face for moment, and Gabrielle Smith saw that he was smil- ing watchfully at the woman beside her. Sylvia had not moved. She had not even glanced in his direction or at the man to whom he had spoken. Her lips were still parted In the childish expression of wondering anticipation, and her eyes glistened. Arnaud laughed and turned away from her.
 A moment later they passed out of the somber shadows into the light, from the unfathomable eastern hush into the babbie and movement of the West. 1nstinctively Gabrielle glanced back for moment. It was as though she had been lifted suddenly out of black, mysterious sea on to a fairy Island, and that against the haze of light she could hear the waves beating in sullen threatening disappointment. When she turned again she found that Sylvia had already vanished into the crowd, and that she was alone with Arnaud. He glanced down at her. Over his pale features there passed shadow of pity and annoyance.
 T am afraid my wife is not always very considerate," he said apologed- caly. You scarcely know any Of these people,"
 "I know one or two" she answered. "In any case like to look on. You are not to bother about me. I can take care of myself"
 Yes, you can take care of yourself" He nodded moodily. "There are not many of us who can do that much, Miss Smith. We pretend that we hold the reins, but it is the devil who drives"
 "Yes,' she admitted. tour particular devil"
 Do you know that? How do you knowY'
 Perhaps I have been into the ditch myself, Captain Arnaud. Perhaps and then she looked him full into the face-"perhaps tonight has taught me-" and then, before he could answer she turned from him and passed out reso- lutely on to the veranda.
 He did not follow her beyond the first stepe A man in civilian dress had come out of a lowered alcove, and as he saw his face Arnaud drew back with white lips. The stranger ap- peared not to notice him. He Hmped out on the veranda, his uneven step curiously noiseless.
 Gabrielle Smith stood with her hands resting on the bsiustrade, her face l1ft- ed to the sky, already silvered with the first blush of the rising moon. All was quiet. The band had ceased play ing; the voices behind them had sunk to vague murmur.
 Gabrielle" the man said, scarcely above his breath, and then louder, with . note of impulsiye interrogation, Ca brieller'
 She turned and looked at him, ana neither spoke. Whatever surprise or eonafe5nafiou fhora had been in her