The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1916-04-04

ming meal without the slightest com.
prehension of what he ate or whether
the food were good or poor.
When he had finished he fed the
| place like haunted man.
Quite without purpose he sought the
machine shop where he had left his
car.
He had no plans; but it was in his
mind, a murderous thought. that be-
! fore another day dawned he might
come face to face with Bannon.
Meanwhile he would go to work He
could think out his problems while
driving his cab as well as in seclusion;
and whatever he ultimately decided to
do, he could accomplish little before
midnight; finally, it was quite within
the bounds of possibility that his car
would prove valuable asset to what
ever course of action he might elect to
pursue
Toward seven O'Clock, with his ma
chine in perfect running order, he
mounted to the seat and took to the
streets in reckless humor-the temper
Of beast of prey.
The barrier was down-once more
/ the Lone Wolf was on the prowl.
But for the present he controlled
himself and acted perfectly his tenn
porary role of taxi-bandit, fellow to
those thousand that infest' Paris Peo-
pie hailed him from sidewalks and res
taurants half a dozen times in the
course of the next three hours; he
| took them up, carried them to their
| several destinations, received payment,
and acknowledged their gratuities with
perfunctory thanks-all thoroughly in
character and all with little conscious
| thought
: He saw but one thing, the face of
Lucy Shannon, white, tense, glimmer-
| ing wanly in shadows-the face with
which she had dismissed him.
He had but one thought-the desire
to read the riddle of her bondage To
accomplish this he was prepared to go
| to any extreme; if Bannon and his
crew came between him and his pur-
and, incidentally, so much the better
| for society! What might happen to
himself was of no moment.
He entertained but one design, to
become again what he had been, the
supreme adventurer, the prince of
I plunderers, to lose himself once more
in the suspense of adventurous days
and the delirium of peril-haunted
nights, to reincarnate the Lone Wolf
and in his guise loot the world anew
to court oblivion even at the prison s
gates.
1t was after ten when, cruising pur-
poselessly, without fare, he swung
| through the Rue Auber into the Place
de POpera, and approaching the Cafe
de la Paix, was hailed by doorboy of
/ that restaurant.
Drawing in to the curb with the in
difference that had distinguished his
every action of the evening, he waited
with throbbing motor and mind de-
I tached and gaze remote from the tides
of foot and wheeled traffic brawling
past on either hand.
After a moment two figures, both
masculine, issued from the revolving
door of the cafe and approached the
cab Lanyard paid them no attention
In his preoccupation he would have
needed only the repetition of an adj
dress in his ear and the noise Of the
| cab door slammed to send him off like
a shot.
But he received no such order,
| there was a pause: then he heard one
of the men cough heavily, and in a
twinkling Lanyard had stiffened to
rightly in his seat. If he had heard
| that cough but once before, that once
| had been too often. Without glance
askance, hardening his features to alb
solute immobility, he knew that the
cough was shaking the slighter of
those two figures.
And of sudden he was acutely
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