The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-03-08
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< J1uuQSTOuS pOOuQ4nS on GhO bench interrupted her.
 aAttendi" came in sharp, uncom- promising voice from the bench. to think. All that should have been done before. Step forward. Sergeant, see that the prisoners step forward"
 Robin slipped his arm through Miss GuiIe's, expecting her to droo7 Heavily upon it for support. To his surprise she drew herself up, dtsen- gagged herself and walked straight up to the bench. without fear or hesita- tion.
 ssWill you be so kind as to raise your veil. madam spake the court.
 She promptly obeyed. He leaned forward with sudden interest. The prosecutor blinked and abruptly over came the habituaI inclination to ap- pear bored. Such ravishing beauty had never before found it's way into that little courtroom.
 ssState your name, madenloiselIe, 9 said the prosecutor.
 Miss Guile lowered her head for an instant. Robin could see that her lip was culvering.
 My name is-oh, is there no way to avoid the publicity y''-she sighed mis- erably ssthe publicity that
 tI regret. mademoiseIle, that there is no aiternatfve's- began the judge, to be interrupted by the banging of the courtroom door. He looked up, glaring at the offender with onninous eyes. The polite attendant from the outer corridor was advancing in great haste. He was not only in haste. but vastly perturbed. He thrust into the hand of the judge a slip of paper. at the same time gasp ing something that might have been mistaken for an appeal for pardon, but which more than likely was noth- ing of the sort
 The magistrate was impressed. He took up the slip of paper and read what was written thereon. He was guilty of start. Then he cleared his throat and beamed upon them in a most friendly fashion
 Robin grasped the situation in a fash His own identity had been re- Yealed to the judge It was not likely that the daughter of William Blithers could create such lively interest in a French court of justice, so it must be that Gourou or Quinnox had come to the rescue. The court would not think of hnang q prince Of the royal blood. law or no law.
 M'sieur, mad demoiselle, will you be 50 good as to resume your seats? An extraordinary condition has arisen. shall De obliged to investigate.'
 He descended from the bench ana hurried into the corridor, followed closely by the prosecutor and the ad- vocates both of whom almost trod on his heels.
 s'E fancy my friends have heard of OFT plight, MT. Schmidt" she said. quite co1nposedIy. We will be re- leased ina very few minutes 2
 He smiled complacentIy He could afford to let her believe that her friends and not his were performing miracle.
 Your friends must be very power ful, he said.
 .'They are,' said she, with consider able dlrectness.
 ..shs Here they come. Now we shall see"
 The magistrate and his companions Teentered the room at that instant, more noticeably excited than when they had left it. The former. rubbing Afs hands together and smiling as he had never smiled before.
 "A 1amentable mistake has been made,,' he said. s'T regret that m'sfeur and mademoiselle have been subjected tD so grave an indignity. Permit me to apologize for the misguided energy Of our excellent sergeants.
 'sOh. thank you" she cried. We have had a really delightful expert ence. You owe us no apology. m'sieur. And now may we depart ?''
 Instantly La Chance. conduct m'sfeur and mademoiselle into the ee.4- afr ovaG s7f their car for the1avithout delay"
 Tt is suggested. m'sieur,'' said the polite LaChance, sthat you walk to the corner beyond, turn to the left and there you will find the car fn plain view It was removed by two gentle men soon after you condescended to honor us with a visit of inspection and thereby you have escaped much uIl- necessary attention from the curious who always infest the vicinity of po- lice offices" He saIuted them gravely and returned at once to the corridor.
 The chauffeur was examining the car when they came up. No one was near. There was no one to tell how it came to be there nor whither it's un- known driver had gone. It stood close E6 the curb, and the engine was throb- Bing, proof in itself that some one had 0UI Tecenuy deSST11Q ms post as guar Slan.
 s.%=.1e obIiging man huaters." sug- gested Robin in reply to low voiced question.
 s'Or your guardian angel. the great Gourou," she said, drowning slightly. aBy the way, MT. Schmidt, do you ex- pect to be under surveillance during your stay at 1nteriaken z''
 There was irony in her voice. "Not if can help it, he said. "And you, Miss Guile? Is it possible that two of the best detectives in Paris are to continue treading on your heels all the time you are in Europe?''
 They were in the car now and pro ceeding at a snail's pace toward the Arc de TrIomphe. Her eyes narrowed.