Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1921-06-10
CHAPTER TX.
In Which. He Has a Near Shave.
ONE.

LOU say :lHdt orSAt. = IStt"Ao. "N~N'
the walters lowering about like feas
round dogs tail is the reason you
came to Paris. Is he kind Of friend
ly with. Hiram c.. Potts7''' :.
Drummond aaIghea.k &E.,:
"ThgE first time r. met Mr.. Potts" ;"
he remarked: ssthat gsMell Frenchman
was just preparing to put thumb
screw on his, ,Aecond1 thumb"
"Second?" The detective looked up
. quickly S:;sSii:5.55::.t.a,' a,'i ! y
The first had been treated earlier
in the. evening" answered Drummond
Quietly 1T wag Thad that + removed
your millf0naires spslItl Sya
The other lit his cigar deliberately.
Say. Captain he murmured, "you
amt. pulling. my Leg; by any chance
are yOu?"' -
II am not" said Drummond short
ly. y .was tod. before !, met him.
that the gentleman, over there was
sns ssise,5 et Ss G2Ii i uo5 & g 's to asss asss
such matters have not been much In
my line, should put him down as
sort Of super:crimiual. wonder what
name he is passing under here?"
The American ceased pulling at his
cigar. ~ istn::.s ~ .'
do they vary?" -.
"In England he is clean.shaven, pos
sesses, daughter, and answers to
Carl Peterson. AS he Is at present
should never. havetk known him, but for
that little trick of his" -.
Possesses a daughter!" For the
frst time the detective displayed
traces of excitement. !"Holy Smoke ;
IT. can't be him!' !.
"Who!' demanded Drummond.
But the other did not answer. Out
of the corner of his eye he was watch
. ing three men who: had just Joined
p" tie tie sGbjeecctf Of their talk and on his
face was a dawnIng amazement. He
waited till thee whole party had gone
into the. restaurant, then, throwing
aside his caution, he turned excitedly
on DrummoEd. '.'
"Are you certain he. cried, that
that's the man who ahas' been monkey
ing with Potts." =
Absolutely said Hugh. 'He rec
ognIzed me; whether he thinks I rec
ognized him or not. L don't Know"
'Then what" remarked the de-
tective, "ls be doing here dining with
Hooking, our cotton trust man; with
Steinemann, the German coal man q;
and: with that other guy whose face
Is familiar, but whose name can't
place? Two of 'em at any rate, Cap
tain, have got more millions than
we're ever likely to have thousands y
Hugh stared at the American.
Last night" he said slowly, 'ht
was foregathering with q crowa Of
the @rost' atroqous ragged 'tr'nls: req
reyolutionarles. its eyer, been my luck
to run up against"
"We're in it, Captain, right in the
middle Of it," cried the detective, slap
ping his leg. "I'll eat my hat If that
Frenchman Isn't Franklyn-or Lib
steIn-or Baron Dafott@@or any other
OF the blamed names he, calls himself.
Hes geaniIs;?+ hes tile. goods. Gee!"
he wh!stled gently under his breath
"lf we could only Hay, him by The
heels"
For q while he stirred m front OF
him, lost IL his. dream. OF pleasant
anticipation; :: then, with u short laugh,
he pulled himself together.
"Quite few people have thought
the same, Captain he remarked,
land there he ils-still drinking high
balls.
You say he was with a crowd OF
revolutionaries last night. What do
you mean exactlYT',
"Bolshevists; anarchists, members
of the Observation-Disclosures
money brig4iest aps@ered Hugh.
but excuse. me--a moment. Walter.
A man who had been lowering
round came up promptly.
-Four Of 'em,.. Ted" said Hugh IN
rapid underfone.' "Frenchman with
a beard, Yank, and two Boches. Do
your best
"Right-o, old bean! returned the
waiter, but don't Nope for too much"
He disappeared unebtrusively into
the restaurant, and Hugh turned with
laugh to the American, who WAS
staring at him In amazement.
"Who the devil is that guy?' asked
the detective. a."4F<3l,
Ted Jerningham-son Of Sir Pat
rick birmingham Bart. and Lady Jern'
ingham Of birmingham hall, Rutland
England" answered Hugh, still grim
Dilig. give may be crude In our
methods, Mr.. Green, but you must ad'
NIT we do our best Incidentally, II
you want to know, your friend Mt
Potts is at present tucked between
the sheets at that very house. lie
went there by arplane this morning
He waved hand toward Jerry. "He
was. the pilot
The American was shaking his heaC
a little dazedlg. We've got to gel