The Washington times., 1919-01-28


plains what he wants Of ssmiih-
Desmond encounters SMoniea, VII
hldes from 'Clubfoots men. She
spiains that ciueteots identity Ii
The amateur Spy 10 forced 20 Zee
trom hts hiding place and II adrift IN
1srtie He goes to . secret agent
. saissr. - rss S, slae. sno sis' Z. raid.s n. 's
Slaefoot and AsentA but Desmond
spes ~ = ruse. He nees, to De.sel-
sorf wAere he nnds his brother. They
vhers Desmond falls into Ciubfoot's
etatehesL Francis kills clubfoot and
ne Desmoaa and Monica escape In Ru-
Frsncis motioned me to get out.
and then sprang to the ground him
self, leaving the engine throbbing.
HIS face was gray and set
stay here~ he whispered to me-.
You've got your pistol? Good. II
anybody attempts to interfere with
you. shoot" He dashed into the
tangie and ~ss swallowed UP. 1
heard whistle. and a whistle in
answer, and minute later he ap-
peared s<gin helping Monica
through the thick underground.
Monica looked as pretty as a pic
ture In her dark green shootinS .
suit and her mufflsr. She was as
excited az q child at its first play.
"a carr she exclaimed: "Oh.
Francis, I'll sit beside YOU"
Ny brother glanced at his watch.
Twenty to oner' he murmured.
He had q hunted look on his face.
Monica saw Il and IL sobered her.
They got up in front, and / sat
IN the body OF the ear
Hang on to thatl'' said Francis,
handing me over q leather case. /
Recognized II At = glance. 1t was
Ciuofc9cs dfspatch-box. Francis
was thorough In everything.
Once more we dashed out along
the desolate country roads. We saw
hardly q soul. Houses were few
and far between, and. save for an
occasional graybeard hoeing in the
wet fields or an old woman hobbling
along the road. the countryside
seemed dead In. the cold air the
engine ran splendidly, and Francis
Got every ounce OF horsepower out
of IL. -,
On we rushed, the wind in our
ears. the cold air In our faces, until
We found ourselves racing along an
avenue Of old trees that led straight
As m arrow right into the heart OF
the forest It was as silent as the
grave: the air was dank and chill
and the trees dripped sorrowfully
into the brimming ruts Of the road.
Wewrizzed past many tracks lead
ing into the depths OF the forest.
but IL was not until the car had
eaten up five kilometers Of the
mstn road that Francis slowed 10 a
halt He consulted q may he pulled
from his pocket. then glanced at
his watch with puckered brow.
Il had hoped to take the car into
the forest" he said, but the roads
are 50 soft we shan't get Q yard.
Stili we can but try"
We went forward again, very
slowly. to where . track ran off to
the left It~was badly plowed Up,
and the rutS were fully a foot deep.
Monica and I got out to tighten the
car. and Francis ran her in. But
he hadn't gone five yards before the
ear was begged up TO the axies.
we1l have to leave It," he said.
jumping out ITS ten minutes to
two = we haven't a second to
Lose"
He pulled q cloth cap from the
pocket OF hts military overcoat. then
stripped off the coat. showing his
ordinary clothes underneath. and
very shiny black field boots up to
bis knees. He put his helmet in
the oyercost and made a roll Of II.
tuckfng 10 under his arm, and then
fonned his cap.
Now" he said, we'll have to
run. for IL, Monica, I'm afraid: we
must reach our cover while the
Hight lasts or ! shan't be able to
End II and 10 will be dark In thexs
woods IN about two hours from
sow. Are you readyT'
We struck on the track into the
forest There was not much un
fergrowth, and the trees were not
planted very close, so our way wax
not impeded.. We logged on over q
carpet OF wet leaves, tearing our
clothes on the brambIes. b-tnSinS
down showers OF raindroos from
the branches OF pine or nr We
brushed on our headIong cour SC.
now q squirrel bol.ed up his tree,
aow . rabbit frisked back into his
hole. now . soft-eyed dc er crashed
away into the bushes on our ap-
eroaeh. The place was 80 still that
Il gave me confidence. There was
not q trace OF man now tha: we
were away from the marks OF his
carts on the tracks, and I began to
feel. in the presence Of the state
~. silent trees, that at last I was
safe from the menace that had
hung over me for so long.
We rested frequently. breathle.s
and painting. q hand to the side.
Monica was asmarVel Of endurance.
Her boots were soppins, her skirt
wet to the waist, her face was
and her hsir was coming
down. but she never complained.
was seemingIy :ireiess and
was always he one to lead the
way when started afresh.
It was hes@B going, for at every
step our feet sank deep in The
leaves The forest was unduIating
with deep ho!iows and step banks,
which tired Us a good deal. II