The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1916-03-28
CHAPTER XXI.
EniCma,

lures at the homes of Nine. Omber
and M. Ducroy had been noted by spies
Of the Pack. The testimony of his own
wits assured him that they hadn't
been followed at any time subsequent
to leaving the Rue des Acacias; their
way had been too long and purposely
too involved, and his vigilance too
lively for that. Left to herself there
in the garden for a quarter-hour, she
had been free to think independently
for almost the first time since she had
descended from the studio.
Then, horror overmastering her, she
had fed the garden-wildly, blindly,
he didn't doubt-and probably had
sought refuge in some obscure hotel
till morning. What then? She had
neither money nor any friends in
Paris, but had mentioned some per-
sonal jewelry she planned to pawn.
That would be her first move, then,
to a pawnbroker's, where he must
seek her-not to force himself again
upon her, but to follow at distance
and watch over her, to ward off any at
tempt on Bannon's part to interfere.
The government pawnshOp had its
attraction for Lanyard as well; he was
there before the doors were open for
the day-was the first to enter; and
fortified by loans negotiated on his
watch, cigarette case, and a ring or
two, retired to nearby cafe which
commanded a view of the entrance to
q iCh 10
Blancs-Manteaux and settled himself
against day-long vigil.
1t wasn't easy; drowsiness buZZed in
his brain and weighted his eyelids;
now and again, involuntarily, he nod
ned over his glass of black coffee. And
when evening came and the doors Of
the pawnshop were closed for the
night he rose and stumbled off, telling
himself that possibly he had mapped
little without his knowledge and thus
had missed her visit
Engaging obscure lodgings close by
the Rue des Acacias, he slept till near
ly noon of the following day, then rose
to put into execution a design which
had sprung full-winged from his brain
at the moment of awakening.
He had his car and a chauffeur's IL
cense of long standing in the name of
Pierre Lamier-was free, in short, to
cruise at will the streets of Paris
without lawful let or hindrance. And
with the aid of a few judicious selec-
tons from the stock Of d secondhand
clothing shop and of few other pur-
chases at a chemists, he felt tolerably
sure that it would need keen eyes
whether the Packs or the procedures
to identify Pierre Lamier with either
Michael Lanyard or the Lone Wolf
By the close of the third day he re-
luctantly conceded that she must have
managed to escape from Paris without
his aid.
Then he began to suspect that Ban
non had fed Paris as well, for the
most diligent investigation he was
able to pursue unchallenged failed to
unearth the least clue to the move
ments of the American subsequent to
the fire at Troyon's.
Now, toward midnight of that same
third day, Lanyard was driving slowly
westward on the Boulevard de la Made
leine when limousine of familiar
aspect rounded a corner half a block
ahead and, drawing up in front of
Wells, discharged four passengers.
The first was Wertheimer, and at
sight of his rather striking figure. az
rayed for the evening in apparel from
Bond street, Lanyard slackened speed.
Turning as he alighted the English
man offered his hand to young wom
an She jumped down to the sidewalk
in radiant attire and temper, laughing
like a delighted child.
Involuntarily Lanyard stopped his
car, and a chauffeur driving Immediate
ly to the rear, swerving out to escape
collision, shot past, cursing him lib
orally, while a sergent de vile scowled
darkly and uttered an imperative
word.
Lanyard pulled himself together
somehow and drove on.
The girl was just then passing into
the restaurant through the revolving
door, Wertheimer attending her, while
De Morbihan had alighted from the
car and was lending a solicitOus arm
to BannOn
But to these last Lanyard paid little
attention. Quite automatically he
passed Wells, rounded the Madeleine,
and turned up the Boulevard Males
herbes. Paris and all it's brisk midnight
traffic swung by without claiming
1.-THE Of his attention-he was mainly
conscious Of lights that reeled dizzly
round him, like multitude of staring.
malicious, hooking eyes.
AT the junction with the Boulevard
Haussmann a second sergent de vile
reused him with warning about care
less driving. He went more sanely
thereafter, but with a heart of utter
wretchedness- eyes still wore a
dazed expression, and now and again
he shook his head impatiently, as
though to rid it of swarm OF tor
menting thoughts
So it seemed he had all along been
her dupe; that all the while he had
been ostentatiously shielding her from
harm and efficiently showing her
every evidence of his devotion she
had been laughing in her sleeve and
planning to return with her report of
a fool self-hoodwinked to the service
she had pretended to despise.
A great anger we1led in his bosom.
Turning round, he made back to the