Williams news., 1917-08-09

at certain small stationer's shop Lancry's, in the Boulevard Haussmann
 close to the Printemps. One paper es pecially is sold nowhere else in Paris It is this"
 He held over mirror letter upon small sheet of note paper bearing the watermark of bulls head. "That paper was made at a mill in the south of Devonshire, in England destroyed by fire five years ago. Pa. per of that make cannot be obtained anywhere else in France" he declared. at once realized how much patience must have been expended upon the in- quiry, and said:
 "Then you have actually fixed the shop where the writer purchased his paper?"
 'Yes," he replied. "And we know that the newly invented typewriter, a specimen one, was sold by the Maison Audebert, in Marseille. The purchaser of the typewriter in Marseille pur- chases his paper and envelopes at Lan- cry's, on the Boulevard Haussmann." :"
 "Splendid!" said, for 1t was clear that the baron, with the thousand-and- one secret agents at his beck and call, had been able, with the professors aid, to fix the source of the stationery. "But," added, "what is wanted from mel" Why, wondered, had his maj esty sent the baron that photograph of Elise Breitenbach?
 'T want you to go with me to the central door of the Printemps at four o'clock this afternoon, and we will watch Lancry's shop across the way" the baron replied.
 The Writer of the Letters.
 This we did, and from four till six o'clock we stood, amid the hustle of foot passengers, watching the small stationer's on the opposite side of the boulevard, yet without result.
 Next day and the next I accompa- nied the prosperous cinema proprietor upon his daily vigil, but in vain, until his reluctance to tell me the reason why had been sent to Paris annoyed me considerably.
 On the fifth afternoon, just before five o'clock, while we were strolling together, the baron's eyes being fixed upon the door of the small single fronted shop, I saw him start, and then make pretence of indifference.
 Look! !" he whispered.
 l glanced across and saw a young man just about to enter the shop. The figure was unfamiliar, but, catching sight of his face, held my breath. had seen that sallow, deep eyed countenance before.
 It was the young man who had sat eating his luncheon alone at the Espla- made, apparently fascinated by the beauty of Elise Breitenbach.
 "Well," exclaimed the baron. 'T see you recognize him-eh? He is prob- ably going to buy more paper for his scurrflous screeds."
 "Yes. But who is he?" I asked. "I have seen him before, but have no exact knowledge of him."
 The baron did not reply until, we were back again in his house at Then he said:
 "That young man, the author of the outrageous insults to his majesty, is known as Franz Seeliger, but he is the ne'er-do-well son of General von Trautmann, captain general of the palace guard"
 '"The son of old Won Trautmann l" l gasped. Docs the father know?"
 The baron grinned and shrugged his | shoulders.
 Then, after had related to him the | Incident of the Esplanade, he said:
 "That Is of greatest interest. Will you return to Berlin and report to the what you have seen here? His majesty has given me that instruc- ion."
 The baron told me of his long weeks of patient inquiry and careful watch ng; of how the young fellow had been followed to fingers and other towns n France where the letters were post 'd, and Of his frequent visits to Berlin. He had entered crack regiment, but lad been dismissed the army for forg- ,ry and undergone two years impris- ,nment. Afterwards he had fallen in with a gang of clever international lotel thieves, and become what is ,nown as rat d'hotel. Now, because # a personal grievance against the 'mperor, who had ordered his prose ution, he seemed to have by some ecret means ferreted out every bit of , candal at Potsdam, exaggerated it, in. ]