The Glasgow courier., 1916-09-08

Phohe ooolH! whispered MISS Gune
tearfully.
A thundcrous pounding on the
bench interrupted her
"Attend." came in sharp, uncom-
promising voice from the bench.
What is the delay? This is no time
10 think. All that should have been
done before. Step forward. Sergeant.
see that the prisoners step forward"
Robin slipped his arm through
Miss Guiles. expecting her to droop
heavily upon it for support. To his
surprise she drew herself up. olsen
gagged herself and walked straight up
to the bench. without fear or hesita-
ton
"Will 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 habitual inclination to ap-
pear bored. Such ravishing beauty
had never before found it's way into
that little courtroom.
"State your name, mademoiselle,"
said the prosecutor.
Miss Guile lowered her head for an
instant. Robin could see that her lip
was quivering.
"My name is-oh, is there no way to
avoid the publicity'-she sighed mis-
erably-"the publicity that
81 regret. mademoiselle, that there
is no alternative began the judge,
to be interrupted by the banging of
the courtroom door. He looked up,
glaring at the offender with ominous
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
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 moth
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
flash. His own identity had been re-
vealed to the Judge. 1t 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 fining prince of the royal blood,
law or no law.
IN 'sieur, mademOiselle. will YOU be
so good as to resume your seats? An
extraordinary condition has arisen.
shall be obliged to investigate"
He descended from the bench and
hurried into the corridor, followed
closely by the prosecutor and the ad-
vocate, both of whom almost trod on
his heels.
81 fancy my friends have heard Of
our plight, Mr.. Schmidt" she said
quite composedly. I'VE will be re-
leased in very few minutes"
He smiled complacently. He could
afford to let her believe that her
friends and not his were performing a
miracle
Your friends must be very power
full" he said.
"They are" said she, with consider
able directness
"sh! Here they come. Now we
shall see."
The magistrate and his companions
re-entered the room at that instant,
more noticeably excited than when
they had left it. The former, rubbing
his hands together and smiling as he
had never smiled before.
"A lamentable mistake has been
made" he said. Il regret that m'sieur
and mademoiselle have been subjected
to so grave an indignity Permit me
to apologize for the misguided energy
Of our excellent sergeants.
"Oh. thank you," she cried. I'VE
have had really delightful expert
ence. You owe us no apology. m'sieur
And now may we depart?"
Instantly. La Chance, conduct
m'sieur and mademoiselle into the
fresh, sweet, open air and discover
their car for them without delay"
1T is suggested, m'sieur," said the
polite LaChance. that you walk to the
corner beyond, turn to the left and
there you will find the car in plain
view. 1t was removed by two gentle
men soon after you cOndescended to
honor us with a visit of inspection and
thereby you have escaped much I'M
necessary attention from the curious
who always infcst the vicinity of po-
lice Offices He saluted 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 whittier its un-
known driver had gone. 1t stood close
to the curb, and the engine was throb-
bing, proof in itself that some one had
but recently deserted his post as guar
dian
"The obliging man hunters" sug-