Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1920-12-28

many cigarettes. But at last he
reached the house.
Black Humbert was not in his bu-
reau, behind the grating. With easy
familiarity Herman turned to door
beyond and entered. A dirty little
room, 1t was Uttered now with the
preparations for meal. On the bare
table were loaf. a jug Of beer, and
dish of fried veal. The concierge
was at the stove making gravy in
frying pan--a huge man., bearded and
heavy Of girth, yet stepping lightly,
like cat. A dark man and called
"the black" he yet revealed, on full
glance, eyes curiously pale and fiat.
No greeting passed between them.
Humbert gave his visitor q quick
glance. Herman closed the door, and
wiped out the band of his hat. The
concierge poured the gravy over the
meat.
Il have discovered something" Her,
man said. "As to its value, know
nothing, or its use to u.s."
''Let me judge that"
ut is matter Of letter"
"Sit down, man, and tell 1t. Or do
you wish me to draw the information,
like bad teeth2"
"a letter from the palace" said
Herman. And explained.
Black Humbert listened. He was
skeptical, but not entirely incredulous.
He knew the court-none better. The
women of the court wrote many let
tiers. He saw a number of them,
through one Of his men in the post
office. There were many intrigues.
After all, who could blame them? The
court was dreary enough these days,
and If they chose to amuse themselves
as best they could-one must make
allowances.
"a liaisoni" he said at last, with
his mouth full. "The countess is hand.
some, and bored. Annunciata is driv.
ing her to wickedness, as she drove
her husband. But it is worth cOnsid.
Grafton. Even the knowledge of an
intrigue is often helpful. OF what
size was the letter"
"a small envelope. / saw no MORE"
$50" The big man rose, and un.
tied his soiled apron. "Go back" he
said, land enter the restaurant. Or.
der a small meal, that you may have
finished when he does. Leave with
him and suggest the Hungarla."
"Hungaria / have no money"
"You will need no money. Now,
mark this: At certain corner you
will be attacked and robbed. A mere
FORM" he added, as he saw Herman's
pallid face go whittier. "For the real
envelope will be substituted another
In his breast pocket, you said. Well
then suggest going to his room, He
may" added the concierge grimly, ire
Quire your assistance. Leave him at
his lodging, but watch the house. II
is important to know to whom he de.
livers these letters"
AS the man stood, he seemed to the
covering Herman TO swell until he
dominated the room. He took on au.
thority. To Herman came suddenly
the memory of hidden room, and
many men, and One,- huge and tower
ing, who held the others In the hollow
of his hand. Back went Herman oven
his earlier route. But now he did not
run. His craven knees shook beneath
him. Fresh sweat, not of haste but
of fear, broke out over him. He who
was brave enough of tongue In the
meetings, who was capable of rising
to heights of cruelty that amounted to
ferocity when one of mob, was o
coward alone.
However, the sight of the restaurant,
and Of his fellow clerk eating calmly,
quieted him. Peter Niburg was still
alone. Herman took table near him,
and ordered a bowl of soup. His
hands shook, but the hot food revived
him. After all, it was simple enough.
But, of course, it hinged entirely on
his fellow clerks agreeing to accom-
pany him.
He glanced across. Peter NIbura
was eating, but his eyes were fixed
on Madame Marie, at her high desk,
There was speculation in them, and
something else. Triumph, perhaps.
Suddenly Herman became calm.
Calm with hate.
And, after all, it was very easy.
Peter Niburg was lonely. The burden
OF the letter oppressed him. He
wanted the comfort of human CONVEX
RatiOn and the rpaSSuranca of a
familiar face. When the two met al
the rack by the door which contained
their hats, his expression was almost
friendly. They went out together.
"a fine night" said Herman, ant
cast an eye at the sky.
Fine enough"
TOO good to waste in sleep. / was
thinking" observed Herman, 'of ar
hour or two at the Hungaria."
The Hungaria Something in Peters
pleasnre-hungry heart leaped, but ha