The Washington times., 1916-11-11

about for his absconding master. and
wire to him CChristophcr) at the Ho-
tel Continental. Paris. II Fortescue
were seen. The chauffeur. peeved at
the treatment he had received. agreed
to accept the payment offered for his
service; and Christopher. bereft OF
Scarlet Runner. and unwilling TO wait
some hours for the next train, routed
out the sleeping proprietor OF ga
rage, hired a powerful sixty horse
power motor car, and dashed on In
the early dawn Cor Paris.
The next move in the game was 10
seek the aid Of private detective.
since the French police would only
interest themselves in such quest
when applied TO by their brothers on
the other side. That application
would come: but meanwhile Christie
pher intended to leave no stone un,,
turned; and II was not until he had
done all that could be done by way
went TO bed at the Continental. where
he had taken a small suite OF rooms
He had left directions that he was
to be walked II a caller or even tele-
his mantelpiece pointed to noon and
he still slept on. Not many minutes
later. however, his telephone bell
rang violently. A clerk in the bureau
inquiry for him. from the, Ritz. A
lady. stopping there was telephoning
to know II Monsieur CHRISTOPHER
Race were in. and. II so. whether he
would receive her II she called on ur-
gent business. Madame did not care
to announce her name but she had
comm nication to. make concerninG
the affair which had brought Mon
sieur Race to Paris.
Seldom did a man battle and dress
IN shorter space or time; but when
his visitor was announced. Christo-
nh du tn Enn tJn hnT
He expected a French woman but the
lady who was ushered into his little
salon had the air of an English woman
or an American. She could not be more
be younger. Her hair, under its neat
toque. was the color of ripe and bur-
nlshed chestnut: her features were
piquant and dainty, her, complexion OF
the most remarkable feature. They
were large and soft, deeply violet, and
their first half-frightened. half-appeal-
ing look at Christopher disconnected
and disarmed him. This lovely creature
could be no female detective. Yet, IL
found him out, and what could she
want OF him?
mir. Racer" she faltered.
AN American" thought Christopher.
mo. a Canadian" as aloud he claimed
ownership OF the name she mentioned.
You'll hardly believe It," she went
on, but I've travelled all the way from
Montreal to talk to you, Mr.. Race, I
arrived at CherbourG yesterday after
noon, came on TO Paris. where I slept,
as was very tired after a. rough voy-
age, and meant to leave for London to-
day; but saw in the foreign edition of
the Daily Recorder that you'd arrived
in Paris, and would be at this hotel, so
| waited and now I've come to see you
here.
ut was the articles in the Daily Re-
corder which brought me across the
ocean" his beautiful visitor went on.
before he had time to speak, 'and I
made up my mind from what I read
there that you would be the man for
me to appeal to. But. of course, you
can't understand what I'm talking
about. wouldn't send my name by
telephone, but I am Mrs. Fortescue.
When l was seventeen and my husband
was twenty-three, I married an Eng
lishman who came to Canada, in the
diplomatic service. We fell In love at
first sight. and married. against my
peoples wishes, when we'd known each
other only month. He had to promise
that we'd live In my mothers house,
otherwise she wouldn't have consented
at all. and-things didn't go we'll with
us. was a child. He was scarcely
more than a boy. We both had plenty
OF money. had been spoiled, and he
had a strong will. suppose, too, we
had hot tempers, and l see .now, ten
years after, that as. my people never
liked him, because they wanted me to
marry a Canadian, they weren't exactly
tactful. We quarreied; I was encour-