Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1921-09-06
Granville Secret
By
DAVID WHITELAW
The speaker~paused and took a sip
By ~

SA1N VIVA ~
at mis- glass. as
II wonder" he went on, cycling
the others shrewdly, whether you
passed on your road a party OF an
old man with q ohild-a little girl
1and an English nurse? I am act
Ing on orders received from Paris.
They are emigres?"
""Surely!"
For some moments Remy sat gaz-
Ing at the dying fire, his brows knit
together IN thought. The Republican
watched his narrowly. '
"suppostng l car help you-what
Then there 10 u career awaiting
you in Paris Great events make
great opportunities You have my
word on it,"
/, well, citizen, my news may
amount to but little. 1t was a
league the other side Of Llleburne.
We were passing a little wood of
pines that lay back from the road.
We had noticed q thin spiral OF, smoke
above the trees, but hadagiven It no
thought. As we drove on. however.
wood. calling to us and asking for
a little milk. She was English, citi-
zen, and said she wanted the milk
for a little girl. who was ILL"
The man from Paris w1s drawing
on the boots he had taken of as
Remy finished speaking. He was La
boring under intense excitement and
in his eyes was the ferocious look
of the animal who scent its game.
His instructions. had been explicit.
Herat his master, looked upon the
Darttgny as essential to his reputa-
ton, and to the more important cap
ture of the son-and those who help
ed him to his reward would them-
selves reap plentifully. So the man
from Paris was drawing on his boots.
He Jumped to his feet, and snatch
ing his hat from the table made for
the door. He did not see the smile
on the face Of the man. by the fire.
Come, citizen, the rain has ceased
and the moon is up. Show me the
I may start tonight"
The two men passed out through
the kitchen Of the inn. The rain
had indeed stopped falling, but a
boisterous wind showerod the drops
from the trees and scattered the
whitley petals of the apple blossoms
The moon, mist-ringed, showed
through a storm wrack Of clouds as
Remy took his companion by the arm
and led him across the orchard ia
where, behind a hedge, the pale light
showed the ruts and puddles Of the
h~igh-road. s 4 b
4 can point you the direction
from that rising ground in the corner
yonder. We should 9 the lights
Of, Bolbec from there. You are a
stranger In these parts, citizen ~
The other did not answer and they
made their way between the apple
trees until they reached the corne,
indicated by Remy. Here a low
flat wall separated the orchard from
che road. If
Allow me, citizen" The young.
or man held out his hand. ""Step
up. ~ will follow you-so."
AZ the little man leaned on Remy'f
arm the latter .stepped n1mbly aside
and, losing his balance, the man from
Paris fell heavily 70 The ground. The
next moment Remy, his hand pressed
tightly over his Victims mouth, WIS
with q skill Of celerity which denoted
prnc1ce,sb binding the rrn 81 the
servant Of the republic with the til
colored scarf he had taken from the
trussed Ngure against . tree, he ssd
on the wAil and laughed.
Another Victtm.
$50, my ltttle JacQuelin-that VII
make nine since the 10th Of August
Az Remy spoke h gust of wind sweep
the orchard. moaning and rustdine
dismAlly through the branches "Be-
sides. IT would sonly hurry ismatterE
you would die 9 little earlier---Tthat'i
ALL
The man against the tree bent hi,
ee6 on Remy. (