The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1916-01-25

pass at length almost purely as an af
fair of impulse
He had come through from London
by the afternoon service-via Bou-
logne-traveling light. with nothing
but a brace of handbags and his life
in his hands. Two coups to his credit
since the previous midnight had made
the shift advisable, though only one
OF them, the later, rendered it urgent
Scotland Yard would, he reckoned
require at least twenty-four hours to
uniimber for action on the Omber af-
fair; but the other, the disappearance
of the Huysman plans, although not
consummated before noon, must have
Get the chancelleries of at least three
powers by the ears before Lanyard
was fairly entrained at Charing Cross.
Now his opinion Of Scotland Yard
was low; it's emissaries must operate
gingerly to keep within the laws they
serve. But the agents of the various
continental secret services have a way
of making their own laws as they go
along-and for these Lanyard enter
tanned a respect little short Of pro-
found.
He would not have been surprised
had he run foul Of trouble on the pier
at Folkestone. Boulogne, as well, fig
ured in his imagination as a crucial
point-its harbor lights, heaving up
over the grim, gray waste, peered
through the deepening violet dusk to
find him on the packets deck, re-
spending to their curious stare with
one no less mistakenly inquiring. But
it wasn't until he reached the Care du
Nord itself that he found anything
to shy at.
Dropping from train to platform, he
surrendered his luggage to a ready
facteur and followed the fellow
through the crush, elbowed and Shout
| dered, offended by the pervasive reek
of chilled steam and coal gas and
| dazzled by the brilliant glare of the
| overhanging electric arcs.
Almost the first face he saw turned
| his way was that of Roddy.
| The man from Scotland Yard was
| stationed at one side of the platform
gates. Opposite him stood another
| decorative official from the prefecture
| de police. Both were scanning mar
rowly every face in the tide that
| churned between them.
Wondering if through some fatal
freak Of fortuity these were acting
under late Geographic advices from
| London, Lanyard held himself we'll in
hand The first Indication of an in
tent to hinder him would have proved
/ the signal for spectacular demon
stration of the ungentle art Of not get
ting caught with the goods.
And for twenty seconds, while the
crowd milled slowly through the mar
row exit he was as near to betraying
| himself as he had ever been-nearer,
| for he had marked down the point on
| Roddy's jaw where his first blow
would fall and just where to plant a
coup de savate most surely to in
capacitate the minion of the prefec-
| ture; and all the while he was look
! ing the two over with a manner of the
most calm and impersonal curiosity.
| But beyond an almost imperceptible
narrowing of Roddy's eyes when they
met his own, as if the Englishman
were struggling with faulty memory,
neither police agent betrayed sign
of recognition.
| And then Lanyard was outside the
station, his porter introducing him to
a ramshackle taXicab.
"Troyon's!" he told the cocher.
| l.;
up at the historic corner Lanyard,
alighting, could have rubbed his eyes
to see the windows o1 TroyOn's all
bright with electric light.
Somehow, and most unreasonably
he had always believed the place
would go to the hands Of the house
wrecker unchanged.
A smart porter ducked out. seized
his luggage and held an umbrella.
Lanyard composed his features to i'm
mobility as he entered the hotel, OF
no mind to let the least flicker Of rec
IGNITION be detected in his eyes when
| they should encounter familiar faces.
And this was quite as well-for
again the first he saw was Roddy's!
| The man from Scotland Yard had
| just surrendered hat, coat and UNI
brella to the porter in the lobby, and
was turning through swinging doors
| to the dining room. Again taking In
! Lanyard, his glance seemed devoid OF
/ any sort of ineligible expression;
and before quitting the lobby Roddy
paused long enough to order a fire
| laid in his room.
So he was stopping at Troyon's-
and didn't care who knew it,
| His doubts altogether dissipated by
this discovery, Lanyard followed his
| natural enemy into the dining room
with an air as devil-may-care as one
could wish and so impressive that the
maitre d'hotel abandoned the detec-
| tive to the mercies of one Of his cap
! tains and himself fastened to sea-
| Lanyard and take his order.
This last disposed of, Lanyard sur
rendered himself to new Impressions
| of which the first proved a bit dfa
| heartening.
| (TO BE CONTINUED)