Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1916-03-16

the fir trees, staring in"
Can you make him OUT" Lanyard
asked without moving his lips
NO more than that he's tall" she
said with every indication of enjoying
a most tremendous joke. His face is
all in shadow"
"Patience!" counseled the adven-
turer. Hell take heart Of courage
when convinced of our innocence"
He poised his pen, scrutinized the
ceiling for inspiration, and permitted
a slow smile to irradiate his features.
You'll take this note, If you please"
he said cheerfully, TO the address on
the envelope. by taxi-it's some dis
lance. near the Etoile. A long chance,
but one we must risk; give me half an
hour alone, and l guarantee to discour-
age this animal n way Oh another.
You understand"
Perfectly" she laughed archly.
He bent over and for a few mo-
ments wrote busily.
Nov he's walking slowly round the
corner, never taking his eyes from
you," the girl reported, shoulder to
shoulder and head d~istractingly near
his head.
Good. Can you see him any bet
ter?"
Not yet"
"This note" he said, without stop
ping his pen or appearing to say any
thing, "is for the concierge of a build
ing where / rent stabling for a little,
closed car l find occasionally useful.
I'm supposed there to be a chauffeur
in the employ of a crazy Englishman
who keeps me constantly travelling
with him back and forth between
Paris and London. That's to account
for the irregularity with which l use
the car. They know me, monsieur and
madame of the conciergerie, as Pierre
Lamier; and | think they're safe-not
only trustworthy and Of friendly dis
position, but quite supplemented; l
don't believe they gossip much. II SO,
the chances are De Morbihan and his
gang know nothing of the arrangement.
But that's all speculation-a forlorn
hope!"
Il understand" the girl chuckled at
his elbow. He's still providing up and
down outside the hedge"
We're not going to need that car to-
night; but the home of Nine. Omber is
close by; and I'll follow and join you
there within an hour at most. Mean
time, this note will introduce you to
the concierge and his wife--I hope you
won't mind-as my fiancee. I'm telling
them we became engaged in England,
and I've brought you to Paris to visit
my mother in Montrouge, but am de-
tanned by my employers business, and
will they please give you shelter for an
hour"
He's coming in" the girl announced
quietly.
"In here?"
"No-merely inside the row of little
trees"
Which ~entrance?"
ION the boulevard side. He's taken
the corner table. Now a walters 60
ing out to him"
you can see his face now?" Ian.
yard asked, sealing the note.
mot we'll"
1T won't be Popinot," Lanyard re-
Elected, addressing the envelope, hes
tubby."
This man is tall and slender"
"Wertheimer, possibly. Does he sug-
gest an Englishman in any way?"
mot in the least. He wears a mus
tache-blond-twisted up like the
kaiser's."
Lanyard made no reply, but his
heart sank, and he shivered imper-
ceptibly with foreboding. He enter
tanned no doubt but that the worst had
happened, that to the number of his
enemies in Paris was added Ekstrom.
One furtive glance confirmed this
inference. He swore bitterly, if pri-
vately, and with a c~ountenance of
%childlike blandness, as he slipped the
coffee and finished his cigarette.
who is it, them" she asked. do
you know him?"
He reckoned swiftly against distress
ing her, recalling his mention of the
fact that Ekstrom was credited with
the Huysman murder.
Merely a %hanger-on of De Morbi-
hans" he told her lightly; "a spine
less animal-no trouble about soaring
him off. Here-take this note, please;
well go now. But as we reach the
door, turn back-and go out the other.
You'll find a taxi without trouble. And
stop for nothing!"