The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1921-09-16

II
The Frenchman produced a note
book. "Yotre nom, M'sieur, sill vous
plaitT"
Undoubtedly, mon Colonel" re-
marked Hugh vaguely. "Nous crash
ons dams"
HE wants your name, old DEAR"
murmured Jerry weakly.
"Oh, does hep Hugh beamed on
the gendarme. "You priceless little
bird My name is Captain Hugh
Drummond."
And as he spoke. man sitting close
| by, who had been an amused onlooker
of the whole scene stlffened suddenly
In his chair and stared hard at Hugh
II was only for a 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 cigarl" 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 a pro-
nouEced nasal twang, "but l heard
you say you were Captain Hugh
Drummond l guess you're one Of
the men I've come across the water
to see. My card"
Hugh glanced at the pasteboard Ian
guidly.
"Mr. Jerome X. Green" he muir
INJURED. "What a 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
hupming some at the moment" He
sat down beside Hugh. and bent for
ward confidently. There's a 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 a riddle, don't lit"
you've heard Of him, CaptainT
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
Fl want him. l want to take him
back In cottonwood to his wife and
daughters. That's why I'm 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. Rotts," drawled Hugh, HE
must be a popular sort of cove"
Popular amt the word for 1t. Cap
taln," said the other "Have you
got him nowr
"In a matter Of speaking. yes" an
swered Hugh. reckoning to passing
waiter. .Three Martins"
"Where Is her snapped the detective
eagerly.
Hugh laughed.
being wrapped up In cottonwood
by somebody else's wife and daugh-
tiers. You were little too quick. Mr..
Green: you may be all you say-on
the other hand. you may not. And
these days trust no one"
The American nodded his head In
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 a show which was on the rails
overe here"
Hugh nodded.
"Then Hiram Potts got mixed up
In It; exactly how, we weren't wise
to. But 1t was enough to bring me
over here. Two days ago I got this
cable" He produced a bundle of
papers. and handed one TO Drum
mond. Its In cipher. as you see
I've put the translation underneath"
Hugh took the cablegram and
glanced at IT. II was short and to
the point:
Captain Hugh Drummond. Of Half
Moon street. London. Is your man."
He glanced up at the American. who
drained his cocktail with the air Of
man who Is satisfied with life.
captain Hugh Drummond Of Half
Moon street, London. Is my man." he
chuckled. swell, Captain. what about
It nowf VIII you tell me why you've
come to Parisf guess It's something
to do with the business I'm on"
For q 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 Druumond watched
them Idly as they passed The Ameri-
can detective certainly seemed all
right. but Casually. his
glance rested on a man sitting Just