The evening world., 1921-05-26

w hind them the big, dusty car
tore along over the white rod q
which led through Pegli and Corning
liano, with their wealth of olives and
palms, into the industrial suburbs OF
old world Genoa. Then, passing
around by the port. the driver turned
the car up past the Palazzo DORA and
along that street of fifteenth century
palaces, the Via Garabaldi into the
little piazza in front of the Annunzi-
alta Church.
There he pulled up after a run OF
two hours from the last of the many
railway crossings, most of which they
had found closed.
When Hugh got out the mysterious
man. whose face was more forbid6ing
in the light of day. exclaimed,
Here I must leave you very short
ly, Slgnore. But first 1 have Ger. ain
instructions to give you. namely, that
you remain for the present in a house
in the Via della Maddalena to which
1 shall take you. The man and the
woman there you can trust. II viii
be as well not to walk about in the
daytime. Remain here for a fort
night, and then by the best means
without, of course, re-entering France,
you must get to Brussels. There you
Will receive letters at the Poste Res
tante in the name Of Godfrey Brown.
Ihat indeed Is the name you will use
here"
well. all this is very stranRe,.
remarked Hugh, utterly bewildered n
he glanced at the forbidding-lookine
chauffeur and the dust-covered car.
Il agree, Signore," the man laughed.
But get in again and I will drive To
the Via della Maddalena."
Five minutes later the car pulled
up at one end of a narrow, stufry.
ancient street of high houses with
closed wooden shutters. The place
did not appeal to Hugh in the iea.s+.
He. however. recollected that he was
about to hide from the police. ItaIi-
ans are early risers, and though II
was only just after dawn Genoa WIS
already agog with life and movement.
Leaving the car the mysterious
chauffeur conducted the young Eng
| llshman along the street until tnev
came to an entrance over which thar.
was an old blue majolica Madonna.
AT the third flight Hugh's conductor
paused. and finding a piece of cord
protruding from a hole in a door,
pulled 1t. The door opened, revealing
an ugly old woman whose face was
sallow and wrinkled, and who wore a
red kerchief tied over her white hair
| AS soon as she saw the chauffeur
| she welcomed him, addressing him
as Paolo, and inviting them in.
This is the English Signore," ex-
planned the man. Tie has come To
stay with you"
THE Signore Is welcome replied
the old woman as she clattered into
the narrow, cheaply furnished little
sitting room.
You will require another certih.
cate OF identity, Signore," said tha
man, who admitted that he had been
engaged in smuggling contraband
across the Alps And delvine into
ms pocket, he produced an Ameri-
can passport. 1t was blank. thonpb
the embossed stamp of the IJn;teS
States Government was upon a.
The places were ready for the nbo-
tograph and signature. With If ,ba
man handed him a large metal disc
saying: 1'e'
When you have your picture t,h.r
and affix 1t, all you have To do is
I" dampen the paper slightly and I'M
detection" eNS
Where on earth did You ge, tbia
from?" asked Hugh. noticing that !,
was a replica OF the United States
consular seal. N'o'
The man smiled. replying.
They make passports of all conn.
tries in Spain. You pay for them GA
you can get them by the dozen'"
Hugh took the passport and the
disc, asking: '''
this?" a"
II want no payment, Slgnore AM
ask you Is to conform to the sug1as-
tions OF the worthy Signore RaYeccs
and his good wife here. You are nor
the first guest they have had for
whom the police searched in vain
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