The Washington times., 1920-07-04

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at the time os the Revolution.
those strangely troubled days when
the fair land OF France was so deep
ly soaked with the blood of It's own
patriotic Citizens" In this way
the most important details OF the
oddly mysterious bequest entrusted
to Adam Baxenter by the white
haired old aristocrat, Marquis de
Dartigny, can be more fully un-
derstood
So, while Vivian is leaning back
on the cushions of his carriage won
dering who is to be the next to
enter into the possession OF the
murdered mans Regent Park
shouse and the offices in the Strand,
Jet us listen to the song of the
Revolution, shouted at the top Of q
tuneless and wine-laden voice.
which sounded raucously from be-
hind the red-curtained bay window
OF the "Star of Navarro" In the
city Of Blois. Floating out into the
still courtyard. 1t polluted the calm
of the Spring evening and caused
a traveller who had but that mo-
ment climbed, stiff-legged down
from the saddle, to bite his under
lip in irritation and to lead his
mount into the shadow of a farm
wagon which stood by the gateway
leading to the stables.
There was no hostler at hand to
attend 10 the animal; but Remy
Perarcr urt had ridden far and the
ho, Sc geeded no restraining hand
on his bl:lle, but stood there with
stea,li neck outstretched to nib
4 \ CIV poor ears OF corn winch
Sko.E d at the ta,l-board OF the cart
Remy advanced cautiously to the
kviro 'tamed window. The song had
now ceased and had given place to
oath-interrupted laughter. The
man in the courtyard, his body well
screened against any sudden sur
prise from the room he was watch.
ing, availed himself of q small
aperture in the blind--for 1t was
the Spring of 1893, a time when
man looked with suspicion on man,
and when 1t were well to move
wariIy and act with an infinite eau
tion.
It was but a small portion Of the
apartment of the "Star Of Navarro"
that was visible, but it showed
enough for Remy to draw back
with a muttered curse. Seated at
the head of the black oak table was
a man, bearded and very dirty. On
the board before him, papers and
documents were mixed with the re-
mains of a meal and with empty
wine TASKS.
More noteworthy still was the
curious assortment of weapons
spread over the person Of the sinis-
ter-looking individual himself.
From the pocket of the great coat
which was hung over the back of
his chair small blunderbuss
showed its stock; in belt at his
waist two other firearms were
ready TO hand, whilst a poignard
and a stiletto, in their nakedness,
kept the other weapons company.
Remy did not need to raise his
eyes from this arsenal to the evil
face TO know that, he was looking
at the Infamous Herat, the devilish
factotum of the Committee Of Gen.
Aral Safety, the friend and conf
liant of Robespierre, the wretch to
Swhom nothing was sacred and who
spared neither friends nor family
so that his fatal lists be filled and
Madame Guillotine be not kept
rating.
often had he seen the armoured
gure of the ferret of the Marais
duarter," and he knew well the
mans cowardice, how in addition to
J his superfluity of weapons he never
moved without a bodyguard OF
armed ruffians. eager and ready to
do the bidding Of their hideous
master.
Reniy could not, from his peep
hole in the blind, see how many
the man had with him now, but he
Judged from. the sound and from
the shadows that flashed at inter
yals across the wall and the blind.
that they numbered at least half a
dozen, and he fell back to where
his tired horse, with dropping neck.