Evening star., 1921-06-17
CONTINUED from Yesterdays Starr


wrayson looked at the knapsack. a,
the camera and at the little man him.
self. He spoke English easily an6
without any trace of an accent. His
clothes, too. had the look of having
come from an English ready-made
shop. Yet there was something about
the man himself not altogether Brit
ish.
Il fancy the people are busy getting
ready for the harvest" Wrayson re-
marked at'last. "You will find lots OF
places as pretty as this along the
coast"
perhaps so." the visitor admitted
"and yet when one has taken a fancy
to a place. it seems a pity to have to
leave it SO soon. You~couldn't speak
a word to the landlord for me. sir.
suppose-you or your friend. I don't
fancy he understood my French very
we'll" +
Wrayson shook his head.
I'm afraid it wouldn't be Of any
use." he said. LAS matter of fact, ]
know that he does not intend to take
any more visitors. He has not the
stan to deal with them"
1T is a pity" the little man said.
dejectediy. Il think that I must try
again in the village. BY the by. sir,
perhaps you can tell me to whom the
chateau there belongsr
mime. la Baronne de Sturm," Wray-
told me yesterday"
TT is a very beautiful place-very
beautiful" the tourist said. reverent-
ly. Il dare say there is a chapel there,
too! Can one gain admission there.
do you know. sir?"
fork.
Look here" he said good -humor-
edly, I'm not a guidebook, you know,
and l only arrived here yesterday
myself: You've reached the limit of
my information. You had better try
the landlord. He will tell you all that
you. want to know"
Duncan pushed his chair back He
had eaten very little luncheon. but
he was filling his pipe preparatory to
to draw ne rose and turned to Wray-
son. The little tourist he absolutely
ignored, as he had done all the time
during the meal.
Il should like a word with you be-
fore you go out" he said.
wrayson nodded. and followed him
In few minutes to the summer house
at the end of the lawn. Duncan did
not beat about the bush.
That little brute over there" he
said. inclfning his head toward the
table, lis neither an Englishman nor
a tourist. 1 have seen him before, and
I never forget a face"
what is he them" Wrayson asked.
Heaven knows what he is now"
Duncan answered. Il saw him last
capped being shot for a spy. He Is
either a Dutchman or German, and.
whatever he may be up to here. III
swear ecclesiastical architecture is
not his game"
rry.> hoI I'm od ipvOlnnfa ri1v to.
ward the chateau, and Duncan mad
followed suit. They both looked up
the broad green avenue to where tine
windows Of the great building flashed
back the sunlight. AT the same mo-
ment their mutual action was real
lied by both of them.
Wrayson first turned away and
glanced round at the table which they
had Just quilted. The little man, VINO
was still seated there. had lit cigar
and was talking to the waiter. He
loobed back again and moved his head
thoushtfully in the direction OF the
"He asked questions about the cha
teau." Wrayson remarked. DO you
suppose that there can be anything
you should know better than l."
Duncan answered. You received a
visit this morning from one OF the
two ladies who are staying there -
WraySon turned a little pale. ne
looked at Duncan steadily for a mo-
ment. A giant in height. his features,
too, were Of a large and resolute type.
His eyes were clear and truthful; his
expression. notwithstanding certain
gloom which scarcely sccorded with
his years and apparent health. was
unmistakably honest. Wrayson felt
instinctively that he was to be
trusted.
Look here" he said. II should like
to toll you the truth--as much OF 1t
"a Is necessary. happen to know that
the young lady with whom you saw
me talking this morning. and who IS
n friend Of the Baroness de Sturm.
;s suspected in certain quarters of be
ing implicated in ,sesrt1Y in London
mvseif. in a lesser degree, am also
under suspicion. came over here to
Duncan was looking very grave In
deed.
sfhat 10 4 little vague.
At am sorry" Wrayson answered
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