The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1916-07-05
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JOHN THE FOOL"
cHAs. rgNNY JACKSON

him TO his mother"
What we're you dolng Ia that
automobile.
I was n prisoner,
Isl; down. mademoiselle. and tell
me the whole story. n you are
frank with NO. promise TO be
equally 20 with you"
Grace felt an intuition tina, the
man was honest. She determined
to do as he asked. and In n fcw
minutes had recounted her expert.
eneeA.
Vairntin appeared disappointed.
Then you do not know where the
child is7- Re asked.
The child IL where was-I saw
a."
valentln lepped exeit-diy from
his chair Then We have them"
he cried. "MRdemoiselie. this
evening ! was watching Monsieur
Stapleton's house Like yourself. 7
desire 10 recover the child. | saw
Francois leave IN Monsieur Staple.
tons automobile climbed In be.
hind. as he left the house IL was
dark He did not see me. He
drove out toward Versailles.
After n time. he stopped. ! GO.
out. and hid in tho shadow OF some
trees Presently you were brought.
bllndfoldsd. by a man. who en-
tered the car with you. when II
again started. ! climbed on behind
That II how I came 10 meet you"
But you know the spot on the
roadside,"
Yes. can find H."
Monsieur Valentin. have a
plan--a very dangerous plan--for
recovering Mr. stapleton's boy To
morrow / will tell you. | shall
want your assistance. Can you
drive an automobile7
Suddenly there was tapping
upon the door OF the room.
valentin cautiously opened IT.
The landlady stood on the landing
There Is a man to see you. at the
door below. monsieur" she said.
who ia it?"
Il do not know. He gives the
name OF Victor Girard"
Very well. Send him up"
Grace heard the namo-victor
/ Girard A sudden wave OF weak.
ness swept over her. II was Rich
ard He had used the name fire.
quently in the past She heard
him ascending the short flight OF
stairs There was no escape. She
hastily drew down her veil and
shrunk back into the shadow.
Duyall came in, glanced sharply
about him.
What can | do for you, mon.
sieur?" inquired Valentin.
The detective drew tho note
from his pocket--the note which
Mary Lanahan had sent to Valen-
tin, and which Duyall had inter
cepted This Is for you, mon
sieur?" he asked. then suddenly
paused. astonished. In the dim
light. he caught sight OF Grace.
standing on the opposite side Of
the room. watching him closely.
Il thought-monsieur-I thought
you we're alone" he gasped. q
beg your pardon"
For a moment Duvall would
have been ready to swear that
| pi"'fs iiAH bfai NAlft HiDbu DtlDlf
him In the flesh-and yet the
thing was an absurdlty. Grace,
with her golden brown hair. her
clear complexion. was 1000 miles
away This woman. dark. typically
French, was quite evidently an en-.
tlrely different person
We'll, monsieur. give me the
letter since you say 1t is for me. &"
he heard Valentin saying.
In an instant no had recovered
his possession. Here" he ex-
claimed. handing the note to the
man before him. 1T Is from Mary
Lanahan. I have read It."
by what right do you presume
TO read my letters?" lie took the
note and hurriedly read H..
"Sacrel" he exclaimed. What
does this mean"
ut means, my friend, that !
4 want that box Of gold-tipped
cigarets.'
Grace started. so Richard. too.
was interested In the recovery OF
these mysterious cigarets. What
on earth, she wondered, could II
mean
Monsieur, let me inform you