The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1921-08-25
CHAPTER TX.
In Which He Has a Near Shave.
ONE.

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cigar, and leaned back In his chair.
You say that swell Frenchman with
the walters lowering about like fleas
round q dogs tail is the reason you
came TO Paris. Is he kind of friend
ly with Hiram c. Potts?'
Drummond laughed.
"The first time l met Mr.. Potts."
he remarked, that swell Frenchman
was just preparing to put a thumb
screw on his second thumb"
"Secondl' The detective looked up
quickly.
1.-The first had been treated earlier
In the evening" answered Drummond
quietly. 1T was then that l removed
your millionaire pal"
The other lit his cigar deliberately.
Say, Captain" he murmured, you
amt pulling my leg by any chance,
are your"
II am not" said Drummond short
ly. ~ was told, before | met him,
that the gentleman over there was
one of the boys. He Is, most
distinctly. In fact, though up to date
such matters have not been much In
my line, l should put him down as a
sort of supernatural. ! wonder what
name he is passing under heref"
The American ceased pulling at his
cigar.
d they varyT'
"In England he is clean-shaven, pos
sesseS q daughter, and to
Carl Peterson. AS he is at present l
should never have known him, but for
that little trick Of his"
Possesses a daughter" For the
first time the detective displayed
races of excitement. Holy Smoke!
1t can't be him !"
"Whoi' 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
the subject Of their talk, and on his
face was a dawning amaZement. He
waited till the whole party had gone
into the restaurant, then, throwing
oSluc MS CuulIoh, Lc tuileu SACllcuiy
on Drummond.
"Are you certain" he cried, that
that's the man who has been monkey
ing with PottsT'
absolutely" said Hugh. "He rec
ognized me whether he thinks / rec
ognized him or not, l don't know"
Then what" remarked the de-
~tective, us he doing here dining with
Hooking, our cotton trust man; with
Steinemann, the German coal man
and with that other guy whose face
Is familiar, but whose name l can't
place? Two Of EN- at any rate, Cap
tain, have got more millions than
we're ever likely to have thousands"
Hugh stared at the American.
Last night" he HIii slowly. "hs
was for~egathering with q crowd OF
the most atrocious raEsed-trousered
revOlutionaries it's e~pr been my luck
to run up against
We're in 1t, Captain, right In the
middle of It," cried the detective, slap
ping his leg. 'Tll eat my hat II that
Frenchman isn't Franklyn-or Lib
stein-or Baron Darott-or any other
OF the blamed anne he calls himself.
He's a genius; he's the goods. Gee u
he whistled gently under his breath.
"If we could only lay him by the
heels"
For a while he stared In front Of
him, lost In his dream OF pleasant
anticipation then, with a short laugh,
he pulled himself together.
Quite a few people have thought
the same. Captain he remarked.
land there he is-still drinking high
balls.
You say he was with a crowd OF
revolutionaries last night. What do
you mean exactly7"
"Bolshevists, Anarchists, members
Of the Observation-Disclosures
money brigade" answered Hugh.
But excuse me a moment. Waiter"
A man who had been lowering
round came up promptly.
-Four Of 'em, Ted" said Hugh In
a rapid undertone. "Frenchman with
EEY Vim