Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1916-04-06

frosty atmosphere. Of the merciless
glare of electricity beating upon him
from every side. And poignantly he
regretted neglecting to mask himself
with his goggles.
He wasn't left long in suspense. The
coughing died away by spasms, fol-
lowed by the Enthusiastically moro
accents Of Bannon's voice.
well. dear boyi ! have to thank
you for an excellent dinner and a most
interesting evening. Pity to break it
up so early. Still. bnsiness-you
know! Sorry you're not going my way
but that's a g~oodlooking taxi you've
drawn. What's its number-eh?"
Haven't the faintest notion" a
British voice drawled in response.
eNever bother about a taxi's number
until it has run over me-"
Great mistake" Bannon rejoined
cheerfully. Always take your taxi's
number before entering. Then, If any
thing happens However, that's a
g~ood-looking chap at the wheel
doesn't look as if he'd run you into any
trouble"
"oh, l fancy not" said the English.
man, bored.
"Still, you never can tell. There's
the number on the lamp. Make a
note of it and be on the safe side. Or
trust mel never forget numbers!"
With this speech Bannon ranged
alongside Lanyard and looked him
over, keenly malicious enjoyment
cleaning in his evil old eyes.
"You are an honest-looking chap"
he commended with a suspicion Of a
mocking smile, but in a tone of the
most inoffensive observation-disclosures
and-ah-what shall / say?-what's
the word we're all using nowadays
efficient! Honest and eficient-looking,
capable of better things, IT I'm nc
judge! Forgive an old mans candor,
my friend-and take good care of our
British cousin here. He doesn't know
his way around Paris very we'll. Still
l feel confident he'll come to no harm
in your company. Here's a franc for
you"
With matchless effrontery he pro
duced a coin from the change pocket
Of his fur-lined coat and offered it to
Lanyard.
Unhesitatingly, permitting no ex-
preston to color his features, Lanyard
extended his palm, received the coin,
dropped it into his own pocket, and
carried two fingers to the vizor of his
cap.
"Merci, monsieur" he said evenly.
"Ah, that's the right spirit!" the
deep voice jeered. Never be above
your station, my man-never hesitate
to take a tip! Here, I'll give you an
other, gratis-get out of this business;
you're too good for it. Don't ask me
how | know; / can tell by your face
Hello! Why, you're turning down the
flag? You haven't started yeti"
Conversation goes up on the clock
Lanyard replied stolidly in French
He turned and faced Bannon squarely
loosing a glance of venomous hatred
into the others eyes. "The longer
have to stop here listening to your
senile monologue," he added with un
mistakable meaning, the nor you'll
have to pay. What address, please?'
he added, turning back to get a glimpse
of his passenger.
Hotel Astoria" the porter supplied
very good"
The porter closed the door.
"But remember my advice" Banno1
counseled coolly, stepping back ant
waving his hand to the man in the cab
Good night"
Without noticing him further, Ian
yard took his car smart1y away from
the curb, wheeled round the corner
into the Boulevard des Capucines, anG
made toward the Rue Royale.