Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-08-12
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behind with his suit case ana rug
gage, not knowing whether to wall
longer or summon a taxicab.
Il don't understand" repeated the
princess impatiently. II explained
very carefully what | desired. That
new groom is stupid. Caron, my
chauffeur. would never have made :
mistake unless that IDIOT groom mis-
understood his instructions"
Let me go and make some in
quiries," said Neeland. do yor
mind waiting here? I'll not be
long"
He went off, carrying the olive.
wood box which his grasp never
quilted now; and presently the prin.
cess and Ruhannah saw him disap-
pear among the ranks of automobiles
and cabs.
IT don't like it. Rue" repeated
the princess in a low voice. 81
neither understand nor relish this
Situation"
Have you any idea
Hush, child! I don't know. That
new groom, Verdier, was recon-
don't know what to think of this
TT can't be anything--queer, car
it. dear?" asked Rue.
anything can have happened
Srlnd is likely to have n,e &C.
CuL GU lIoNSNSI uiIlSSS - uIlISSS
those Apaches we're
"Naian
IT'S possible. I suppose. They
may have attacked Picard as part
of a conspiracy. The Russian en-
bassy may have been deceived in
Verdier. All this may be part Of a
plan. Butt scarcely believe it.
. All the same, dislike to take
a taXicab-"
She caught sight Of Neeland re-
turning; both women moved forward
to meet him.
I've solved the mystery" he said.
"Naia, your car was run into outside
the station a few minutes after you
left it. And I'm sorry to say that
your chauffeur was badly enough
hurt to require an ambulance"
Where on earth did you learn
that?"
The official at the taxicab con-
troll told me. l went to him be-
cause that is where one is likely
to receive information"
"Caron hurt" murmured the prir-
cess. What a shame! Where did
they take him, Jim?'
ITO the Charite.'
TIL go this afternoon. But where
is that imbecile groom of mine?'
1T appears that he and a police
man went to a garage on the repair
truck that took your car"
Was he arrested?"
Il believe So.''
What a contretemps" exclaimed
the Princess Mistchenka. I'VE shall
have to take taxicab after ALI"
i've ordered one from the con-
troll. There it comes now" said Nee
land, as brand-new taxicab, which
looked like a private car, drew up at
the curb, and a smiling and very
spick and span chauffeur saluted.
Neeland's porter hoisted trunk and
suitcase on top; the Princess stepped
into the limousine, followed by Rue
and Neeland; the chauffeur took the
order, started his car, wheeled out
into the square, circled the traffic
policeman, and whizzed away into the
depths of the most beautiful city IN
the world.
Neeland seated with his back to the
diver. laid the olive-wood box on
his knees, unlocked it, drew from his
breast pocket the papers he carried:
locked them in the box once more,
and looked UP laughingly at the Prin-
cess and Ruhannah as he placed 1t
at his feet.
There you are" he said THANK
been accomplished. All the papers
are there-and." to Ruhannah. that
pretty gentleman you call the yellow
Devil. is inside, along with some as
Sor+ ed firearms. drawing inStrum ents,
ard photographs. The whole bust
if thot ir~eveI2nt detail should in
ternst YOU"
R1la smiled Jer orewer. the Prin-
cc~~ scrutiniZed him I-nen1v:
Did YOU have trouble, Jim?"
yves. I did"
Serious trounIa?"
"T tell you it was like q movie
in five reels. Never before did I
believe such things happened outside
.. YOrkerS studio. Rut they do. Naia.
Md I've learned that the world is
full of roore excitin~Iv melodra mite
possibilities than 9nv novel or scena-
rio ever contained"
"YoU're not serious. of course" be-
ran Rue Carew. watching the varying
expressions on his aniroatnd features:
but the Princess Mistchenka said. I'M
Sro i1ino:
"h film me1odrama is cr1rde and
t0wdrv thing cononared to the real
dr7n?a so many of US play in every
r7o~oent of orr Iives'
Noeland said to Pue. lightly: .
"That is true as fer as have heen
co~co~TAd with th9t amozin@. box.
yellow Devil! When I pick it IN
row I seem to feel prenonitory
tinr1in~ all over me--not entirely dis.
H~"nce b1e." he added to the Princess
"but the sort Of half-scar red exhilara-
tion y man feels who takes n chance
H"d is quite sure he'll not have an
othe~ chance if he losee Do you I'm.
| derstand what I r,1ean?"
eyes" said tho Princess unsmiltnS.
". her clear, pleasant eyes fixed or
| hir-'.
n Dor TRANQUIL, indefinite express
eio" there was something whiet
~-oGo biz wonder how many such
| ohc noes +'is pretty woman had taker
| in i'eT life of intellectual pleasure
| and bodily ease.
And now he remembered that Use
Du~no1t oDnarent1y knew about hel
about Rrh?nnah. too. And Use Du
mont was the agent of foreign gov.
| er',plent
Was t11e Princess Mistchenl<a. pa.
! tron and am te11r of the arts, another
! sTrh agent? IF not, why had h
| taken this Journey for her with this
box, of papers?"
The passage Of the Boulevard waa
slow: at every square traffic was
halted; all Paris crowded the street,
in the early afternoon sunshine. and
the taxicab in which thev SGT made