The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1921-10-21

And as he spoke, man sitting close
by, who had been an amused oniooker
of the whole scene, stiffened suddenly
in his chair and stared hard at Hugh.
1t was only for second, and then
he was once more merely the politely
interested spectator. But Hugh had
seen that quick look, though he gave
no sign; and when at last the French
man departed, apparently satisfied, he
leaned over and spoke to Jerry.
''See that man with the suit of
hand-me-downs and the cigar?" he re-
marked. Hes in the game; I'm just
wondering on which side"
He was not left long in doubt, for
barely had the swing doors closed
behind the gendarme, when the man
in question rose and came over to
him.
Excuse me, sir" he said, in pro-
nounced nasal twang, ''but l heard
you say you were Captain Hugh
Drummond. guess you're one of
the men I've come across the water
to see. My card"
Hugh glanced at the pasteboard lam
guidly.
"Mr. Jerome X. Green" he MUIR
INJURED. what jolly sort of name"
"See here, Captain" went on the
other, suddenly displaying badge
hidden under his coat. "That'll put
you wise. That badge is the badge of
the police force of the United States
of America; and that same force is
humming some at the moment" He
sat down beside Hugh, and bent for
ward confidently. There's prom
inent citizen of New York city been
mislaid, Captain; and, from informa-
ton we've got, we reckon you know
quite a lot about his whereabouts.
What about Hiram G. Potts?"
"What, indeed?" remarked Hugh.
Sounds like riddle, don't it?"
you've heard Of him, Captain?'
Sew people have not"
"Yes-but you've met him recently"
said the detective, leaning forward.
"You know where he is, and"-he
tapped Hugh on the knee impressively
81 want him. l want to take him
back in cottonwood to his wife and
daughters. That's why Pm over on
this side, Captain, just for that one
purpose"
"There seem to me to be a con-
siderable number of people wander
ing around who share your opinion
about Mr.. Potts." drawled Hugh. HE
must be popular sort of cove"
Popular amt the word for it, Cap
tain," said the other. 'Have you
got him now?'
SIN a matter of speaking, yes" an
swered Hugh, reckoning to passing
waiter. "Three Martins"
where is hep" snapped the detective
eagerly.
Hugh laughed.
Being wrapped up in COTTONWOOD
by somebody else's wife and daugh-
ters. You were a little too quick. Mr..
Green; you may be all you say-on
the other hand, you may not. And
these days l trust no one"
approval.
quite right" he remarked. "My
motto-and yet I'm going to trust you.
Weeks ago we heard things on the
other side, through certain channels,
as to show which was on the rails
oyere here"
Hugh nodded.
"Then Hiram Potts got mixed up
in it; exactly how, we weren't wise
to. But it was enough to bring me
over here. Two days ago I got this
cable" He produced bundle of
papers, and handed one to Drum
mond. "It's In cipher, as you see !:
I've put the translation underneath"
Hugh took the cablegram and
glanced at it. It was short and to
the point:
Captain Hugh sDrummond, of Half
Moon street, London, is your man.
He glanced up at the American, who
drained his cocktail with the air of a
man who is satisfied with life.
Captain Hugh Drummond of Half
Moon street, London, is my man." he
chuckled. "Well, Captain, what about
it now? Will you tell me why you've
come to Paris? guess it's something
to do with the business I'm on"
For few moments Hugh did not
reply, and the American seemed in
no hurry for an answer. Some early
arrivals for dinner sauntered through
the lounge and Drummond watched
them idly as they passed. The Ameri-
can detective certainly seemed all
right, but Casually, his
glance rested on a man sitting just
opposite. reading the paper. He took
in the short, dark beard-the immacu-
late. though slightly foreign evening
clothes; evidently wealthy French
man giving dinner party in the res
taurant by the way the head waiter
was lowering around. And then sud-
denly his eyes narrowed, and he sat
motionless.
"Are you interested in the psycholo-
gy of gambling, Mr.. Greene" he re-
marked, turning to the somewhat
astonished American. Some people
cannot control their eyes or their
mouth if the stakes are big; others
cannot control their hands. For in
stance. the gentleman opposite. Does
anything strike you particularly with
regard to him?"
The detective glanced across the
lounge.
.sHe seems to like hitting his knee
with his left hand" he said. after
a short inspection.
precisely" murmured Hugh. "That