The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-05-06

a curiosity which provoked a smile. There is no older trick than that of carrying a secret letter in the ard- ficial heel of a properly contrived boot, and the fellows object evident ly was to see if both my heels and soles were such as he could approve. From that he looked at my pockets curiously, and then the pair, beiev- ing I was asleep, exchanged another swift glance, and he nodded his head affirmatively. Evidently it was a sig nal to say that I was the man for whom they were looking.
 The nights are terribly hot in Her zogovina, and the dawns most beau
 tifuI to see.
 After crossing the chain of noun tains which separates Bosnia from the Herzegovina plain, you travel for a while in the ravine of a river, and 1t Is almost terrible to see the great red sun shoot in a twinkling above the rim of the mountains, and the
 whole earth become as a torrid fur
 mace. Mostar itself is one of the hot test cities in the world, surrounded as it is by hills of limestone, ana built upon a wide plain of sand. I would have given a great deal to sleep during that particular night, but
 
 stant. Indeed, had my hand upon
 my revolver as. lay, for chIoroform
 is the first likely trick with such Secret Service agents as these, and had they been sure of me I should soon have been laid out upon the floor and every garment that I wore cut to ribbons.
 In such an amusement I deter ! mined that they should not indulge,
 and, while 1 pretended to dose, I let
 them see from time to time that was not asleep, and was more or less l aware of what they were doing. A Mysterious Warning. Finally, they themselves wearied of | the game, ard for at least a couple | of hours, they snored together as
 only Germans can. Whate"cr game | they had afoot, 1t was now evident 1 that they would rot play 1t in the train, and not a It.Ie to my satis- 1 faction, We steamed into Mostar sta | ton without further episode. The steamer did not sail from Met kovitch for nearly thirty hours, and 1 in the ordinary course l should have | spent all but four of them at Mostar | It now seemed to me, and was all 1 ready in my head, that it would be a ! very dangerous thing to do. The city | is never particularly safe place for wandering strangers who are not | friends of the Austrians, and I be- 1 came convinced that some really l serious attempts to get the despatch | would be made before the day was l out If I had been inclined to be- | neve that this was a, timorous appre-
 hansion, what happened in the hotel
 would have speedily corrected the l impression.
 The journey of the night had tired
 me, and I determined to rest for a | few hours at least before deciding up l on a course. The bedroom into which l had been shown was large, and had
 walls which must have been six feet l thick. The windows were tunnelled 1 to keep out the intolerable sun, and 1 the bolts upon the doors were such as the Austrian insists upon when he 1 sleeps among the Herzogovians I l did not think that much could hap l Uen to me in such a room, but I was l careful not to undress, and, despite
 the heat, I slept until three o'clock | in the afternoon
 1 When I woke up I called for hot water, and for half an hour, I sup ] pose was busy about my dressing ! table Imagine my astonishnent, 1 when turning over some of the things l there quite casually, I discovered a i letter addressed to me, and written in 1 a. hand with which I was unfamiliar.
 It was a, woman's writing, believe, l and was signed simply with the letter 1 "B.' The contents were even moro 1 interesting. You are watched" it i said, beware of your companions in 1 the train"
 I tore the document into frag-
 ments, and threw it behind the enor- l nous stove in the corner of the room. ! According to programme, should ] have left Mostar by the train at eight i o'clock upon the following morning,
 and have been in Metkovitch at ten, 1 waiting for the Austrian Lloyd 1 steamer.
 HeadIong Flight. i It suddenly occurred to me that if
 these people were expecting me by l rail, it would be a very simple thing ] to go by road, and thus avoid their unwelcone attention. A drive through 1 the night would be an admirable re- 1 creation in weather that was worse i than tropical, and with this idea in ] my head, packed my bag, and. call l ing for a cab, I purposely spoke somewhat louder in ordering the driv- 1 CT to go to the Railway Station. Need ! 1 ton?
 Hardly were we out of sight of the | hotel than I began to question the
 man in German, and asked him if 1t l would De possible to drive to Met | kovitch. Such journeys, knew, we;
 common enough in that part or the l country, and would not. be consid-
 cred by any means formidable. A | handsome offer of money completed
 the negotiation. and the man immed-
 lately said that nothing could be
 simpler. It was a journey of some 40 | miles, and he could get horses by the l way. His only stimpulaion was that
 we should not set out until after sun-
 down by reason of the heat.
 knew q cafe kept by a French l an in MoStar, in one of the by | streets, near the Turkish quarter, and i thither I now repaired.
 | Sometimes it seems to me, when
 looking back upon that adventure,