Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1922-06-14
David frOwned

son. m coming to look out for my
wardrobe. / shall present myself at
Grunby's factory tomorrow as MI.
David, who has been engaged as a
skin sorter in a Philadelphia factory
and is still looking for experience.
quently return here and assume the
garb and manner OF civilization. L
hope hat madame will be able to
spare you to come and look after
me-" @
Jameson, although he remained
sadly Respectfully. did not conceal his
disapproval. David placed his hand
-afectionately5 on the mans shoulder
as he commenced the task OF laying
out his clothes. s'' r go
This won't go or forever, you
KNOW" he said. "As soon as things
have asettled down a little and Lang
rode has shown his hand we'll make
a move over there. I'm best under
ground at present"
Jameson was obstinate. :
IF you'll forgive my saying SO,
sir" he declared, 81 think it is quite
time hat you turned toward some of
the pleasures of life which belong to
a young gentleman of your age. This
masquerading as a workman is all
very we'll for a time, but in this codn-
try I think it would be better left
alone"
David shook his head.
Jameson he said, I'm afraid
that you are a snob." f
David wonderfully transformed in
appearance by his somewhat shabby
suit, his flannel shirt and collar, spent
that evening in his new character
David. ~ skin sorter from Philadel-
phia, looking for a similar post in an
English factory. He ,dined at a large
beer, leaned over the a~mphitheater
back Of a well-known music hall, and
Notwithstanding the rain, turned up
his collar and walked home when the
performance was ended. Pail Mall,
along which he passed swiftly, was
almost deserted, ave for tho furiOusly
driven taxis rushing westward, anx-
ious to deposit their fares and return.
OF foot passengers there were scarce
ly any save a scattered few who, I'M
able to- obtain any form OF convey
ance, were hurry1ng homeward. At
the corner of st. James's street, how
dress, over which was buttoned a
thick black overcoat Of military cut,
and wearing an opera hat a little
over his eyes, WaS standing under a
gas lamp as though waiting for the
chance Q a passing cab. He swung
around as David approachedsan and rais-
ed his umbrella. The light from the
electric standard flashed upoh his
pale face. David came to a standstill.
Good evening, my enemy" he said.
Are you waiting for me. may I ask ~
The man withdrew the black cigar
which he had been smoking from his
mouth. His black hair. worn unduly
long. showed beneath his hat. The
set of his mouth was half feline, half
tigerish. One hand-his right-re-
manned p~ersistently in his coat pocket.
1T is perhaps a fortunate meeting"
he declared.
Listen" David went on, watching
that right hand intently. To-day 1
vas with Harley Packe. the English
Foreign Minister. ! spoke to him Of
the true reason why ! am being hunt
ed to death by some OF my own rene
gade countrymen. l told him the
truth about the death Of Andrea Metz
ger. am no an assassin, Langrode,
I am a soldier"
who speaks Of assassin" the
other muttered.
81 do Paul LAngrode. BECAUSE at
heart you are an assassin" David an
swered boldly. This much. though.
! would nave O know. MOT only does
Harley Packe know the aso why ]
am being tracked down here, but !
have left q letter upon my desk, ex-
planning exactly what the police are
to do In the event of my disappear
ance. London is a very matter-of-
fact city. Unstable assassination
here r murders, and the man who
commits them hangs, whether he be
a criminal, prince, or a. leteyer law
yer like Paul Langrode. 605good night
to you. It IL an opportune moment
for US to part. for there Is q policeman
watching US opposite. The eyes OF
the night never blink here. Some
day. ~ I come back, our own: dear city
shall be AZ safet for the well-doer.""
Davideswung around the corner and
UP ct. Jalmess street. Every moment
he expected to hear the whizz Of d
bullet. He had been wounded&twtce
during the Val, and he knew very
well the feeling sof electric shock the
dull thud. the whirlihH OF the skies
But nothing happened every
stride the slightly strained look II
his face SlessAned. Finally Ne looked
back with q smile. The place swtnreI III
hsd left hfs enemy standtnS Nas
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