The L'Anse sentinel., 1921-08-05
PROLOGUE

In the month OF december, 1915,
and on the very day that British
cavalry division marched into Cologne,
with flags flying and bands playing
as the conquerors Of beaten nation,
the manager Of the Hotel Rationale
In Berne received a letter. Its con-
tents appeared to puzzle him some
what, for having read II twice he
rang the bell on his desk to summon
his secretary. Almost Immediately
the door opened, and young French
girl came into the room.
Monsieur rangr
"Have we ever had staying in the
hotel a man called lie Comte de GuyT
He leaned back In his chair and
looked at her through his pince-nez.
The secretary thought for a mo-
ment and then shook her head. "Not
a. far as can remember" she said.
do we know anything about him
Has he ever fed here, or taken pri-
vate room?"
"Not that / know Of"
The manager handed her the letter.
and waited in silence until she had
read 1t.
ut seems on the face Of 1t pecu-
liar request from an unknown man."
he remarked as she laid 1t down. "A
dinner Of four covers; no expense to
be spared. Wines specified and IL
not In hotel to be obtained. A private
room at half-past seven sharp. Guests
to ask for room ""
The secretary nodded In agreement.
"It can hardly be hoax" she re-
marked after short silence.
"No." The manager tapped his
teeth with his pen thoughtfully. "But
II by any chance it was, 1t would
prove an expensive one for us. /
wish could think who this Comte de
Guy Is"
He took off his pince-nez ana laid
them on the desk In front Of him.
"Send the maitre d'hotel to me at
once"
Whatever may have been the man
ayers misgiyngs, they were certainly
not shared by the head waiter as he
left the office after receiving his In
structions. War and short rations
had not been conducive to any partlc-
ularly lucrative business in his
sphere; and the whole sound OF the
proposed entertainment seemed to him
TO contain considerable promise.
And so at about twenty minutes
past seven the maitre d'hotel was
lowering around the hall-porter. the
manager was lowering round the
maitre d'hotel, and the secretary was
lowering around both. At five-and-
twenty minutes past the first guest
He was a peculiar-looking man, In
q big fur coat, reminding one ire
sistibly of Goldfish.
II wish to be taken to Room x"
The French secretary stinfened invol-
unfairly as the maitre dhotel stepped
obseouiously forward. Cosmopolitan
an the hotel was, even now she could
never hear German spoken without an
inward shudder Of digust.
"A Boche," she murmured In disgust
ALMOST lmmeulutciy ultci Woiu sho
second and third members Of the par
ty arrived. They did not come togeth-
or, and what seemed peculiar to the
manager was that they were evidently
strangers to one another.
The leading one-a tall gaunt man
with ragged beard and pair Of
piercihl Eyes In a nasal and by
no means an inaudible tone for Room
x. AS he spoke little fat man who
was standing just behind him started
perceptibly. and shot birdlike glance
at the speaker.
Then in execrable French he too
asked for Room x.
sHe's not French" said the secre-
sary excitedly to the manager. "That
last one was. another Boche."
The manager thoughtfully twirled
his pincenez between his fingers.
aTwo Germans and an American"
he looked Z ut11s aeeesssnsive. Let