Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1916-03-03


e2ls9 is an his trail. On arrival~he
lla 5l 5lil5i already installed as q guest.
CHAPTER lI-Continued.
r,rarer impulsively, he hadn't
rrbt Trovon's without definite in
~ n wit. to gain some clue, how
Wv GENDER, to the mystery Of that
.,tcbed child, Marcel. But now it
,nosred he had procrastinated IA
"Tv-time and change had left little
har than the shell Of the Troyon's
J. ,omembered. Papa Troyon was
.,ro. madame no longer occupied the
:.t of the caisse; inquiries, so dis
'.,otlv worded as to be uncOmprO-
n.ipg elected from the maitre d'hO-
=, the information that the house had
s,sn under new management these
,obtppn months; the old proprietor
zoe dead and his widow had sold out
ock stock and barrel, and retired to
NJ country, it was not known ex-
,Hr where. And with the new ad-
rnistration had come fresh decora-
ims and furnishings and a complete
Aapge Of personnel-not even one Of
he old walters remained.
"'8n are gone, the old, familiar
bres Lanyard quoted in vindictive
nalancbolv-"damn emil"
Hsgrily it was demonstrated that
Ae cuisine was being maintained on
M erstwhile plane Of excellence-one
still had that comfort!
Other Impressions, less intimate,
proved pulling, disconcerting and
va?aioxically reassuring.
LANYARD commanded a fair view of
Roidy across the waist of the room.
The detective had ordered a meal that
matched his aspect well, both of true
British simplicity. He was a square
set man with a square jaw, cold blue
eyes, a fat nose, thin-lipped trap of
q mouth, a face as red as rare beef
steak.
His dinner comprised a cut from
The Joint, boiled potatoes, brussels
sprouts. bit of cheese, bottle Of
Bass. He ate slowly, chewing with
the dOggedness of a strong character
Gmpered by a weak digestion, and
ali the while kept his eyes fixed to an
issue Of the Paris edition of the Lon
don Daily Mail with an effect of con-
eentraton quite too convincing.
Now one doesn't read the Paris edi-
ton Of the London Daily Mail with in
tense excitement. Humanity speaking,
cant be done.
Where, then, was the object of this
80 SedulouSly dissembled interest?
Lanyard wasn't slow to solve this
riddle to his satisfaction-in so far,
that is, as it was satisfactory to feel
yet more certain that Roddy's quarry
vas another than himself.
Despite the lateness of the hour,
which had by now turned ten o'clock,
NE restaurant had still a dozen tables
OF 50 in the service of guests pleas
aHIy engaged in frightening out an
sTeeable evening with dessert, coffee,
aQaeuFs and cigarettes. The majority
WFaese we're in couples, but at a table
we removed from Roddy's sat a party
three; and Lanyard noticed, or
anced, that the man from Scotland
lara turned his newspaper only dur
ing luIls in the conversation in this
quarter.
VI the three, one would pass for an
american of position and wealth.
I'A Oh something more than sixty
Years with an execrable accent, a
'aVAlhs cough. and a thin, patrician
yaN Oh countenance clouded darkly by
,lS expression of a soul in torment,
.u'o"ed, scanned, twisted-a mask of
, LUs'al anguish. And once, when he
TOSeo up and casually encountered
s''.aiQs gaze, the adventurer was
su'VAeo TO find himself staring into
s'eS mat were as the eyes of a dead
Il-eyeS Of a gray so light that at
4 N'ne distance the color of the iris
s s,Saued ndistinguishably with their
~ 1''sS' leaving visible only the round.
,.~ ,A points of pupils abnormally dis
' sloea and staring, blank, fixed, pas
'y,NeSs' beneath lashIess lids.
II. a~ the instant they seemed to ex-
s !. Lanyard's very soul with look
A.. remote and impersonal curiosity;
\ soA they fell away, and when next
w.. "uFenturer looked the man had
y to attend to some observation
' = Une Of his companions with a
n S.ns mat fairly TRANSPORTED his face.
q suliie Of charming child.
4. VI " MS right sat a girl who might
IN rs laughter, for not only was she.
=, obviously American, but she was
s VO young to be the others wife.
Mis- s"ure' old-fashioned type, well
eonrs oot unassuming, fetchingly
sr.. u' and with sufficient individu-
~, u taste, but not conspicuously;
ho sui With soft, brown hair and soft,
81 - eyes; pretty, not extravagantly
Win @eA her face was in repose, but
sea-, slow smile that made her
Lar, less than beautifuI--in all,
sbo -, thought, the kind of woman
brs " predestined to comfort man
os,a whose strongest instinct is the
sa,ion '0ok little part in the CONVEX