Evening journal., 1922-11-28
|Qril1r1phS Of "A
'MJonquelle ~
by MELVILLE DAWSON pOST =

ls Surete had searched the Wort
for him. he had been long con
cealed. But my sense Of victor
vanished when / saw him.
He sat in a great chair on the lon
terrace that overlooked the swee
OF lawn and the dark. rapid river
He had been. sl the time, under on
very noses. We had Thought o
every other place except an Englisl
country house within a jump o
London. And he had been sittini
here in every comfort that none,
could assemble.
He did not rise when I wal
brought ont TO him.
He leaned back in the choir. lift
ed his heavy face, and laughed
And so, Monsieur Jonquelle." hs
said. You finally wormed it out Of
her"
could not keep my voice level
so effectively was the man escaping
US after all this search.
And 7 did not know what the
huge creature meant. On the night
before. some one had called up the
Service de la Surete and said our
man was here. The long distance
cali from some shop in Regent
street. London. could not be traced
so Il had been a womani replied
as though I were in his secret.
'-She knew you were safe"
He laughed again. Sure. she
knew IT."
He pointed TO a chair q few feet
beyond him across a table.
~Sit down" he said. Il want 10
talk about her-that's the reason
wanted you 10 come" He laughed
again. You thought you'd sleuth-
ed Il out. eh2 Not by a JugfuL 7
sent her word to put you wise. I
wanted 70 clear some things up be-
fore I cashed In. But Il WIS q clean
lie. What wanted wss somebody
TO listen while I talked about her.
Sit down"
Il was a strange Introductory. But
Il was a mystery that had puzzled
everybody. and / was willing 10 hear
al that he had TO say about It. !
took the chair beyond him.
He shot his head forward sudden
~. in a tense gesture.
shes a heavenly angel" he said
II don't know what God Almighty
meant by setting her in the game
with the bunch OF crooks that He's
got running the world-unless He
counted on me" The laugh became
a sort OF chuckie IN his big throat
Amt she a heavenly angelo"
He whipped a worn photograph
out of his pocket and reached II
across the table 90 me.
It was the photograph OF girl
with the face cut out. II had been
taken from a painting. one could tell
from the fiat surface. and the strange
background OF beauty and an indie
scribabie charm in the pose OF the
girl remained even in the mutilated
picture.
II cut out the face" he ~d1ed, $50
she wouldn't come into the case y
you caught me; your little West
ridge must have been slaughtered at
the loss of her"
Again he touched me at an un-
expected point
Shortly after the thing, for which
we were seeking the man before me.
had. as the Americans say, been
pulled off," Lord wesfridge return
ID TO England He had gone to
yisit some rich Americans, and there /
was a rumor that some adventure |
aad befailen him.
Nothing definite ever came to me |
md I liked the man too little TO in
luire; all the blood from the original |
Glasgow solicitor. as the British say
would 'Bite a shilling" But again |
replied as though I were in his 4
secret.
What happened to westridge?
said.
The man twisted around in his
hair.
Friend" he said. you've got
read full OF brains or you wouldn't |
'e Chief OF the Criminal Investiga-
ion Department OF the Service de Ia
iurete and the English would not
ave you over on this case: now an
wer me one question-what's the
'iggest notion in the Christian
'hurch2"
Il don't know" answered him
ruthfuIly.
'Well. know" he went on. cts
he notion that you'll git what's a.
omin' to you,''
He looked at me with big cyni-
al leer.
That's what happened TO your lit
le Westridge-and the next time you
zee him he's agoin' to get another
olt He VIII be blamed sorry that
'ou found me. Hhe couldn't soueai
any place along the line. but I'll be
hnger he didn't let you forget
lbout me"
And again I saw an incident of
his long search, for the man before
ne. from another angle. The Black
acre Bank had kept the search hot |.
Tor MIN. pretending the public well
iare. I saw It now. that was West |
ridges money would be /
'it.le Westridge in the background.
he eyed me curiousiy in a mo-
nent's pause.
He kept silppin' you the word
en NeiL she blocked him at that.
even y she didn't know IT,
There came sudden energy into
bis voice
An II the plague hadn't got me
"a a saved her that trouble; I'd
a played ring-a-round-roey with
you."
He lifted himself in the chair with
The strength of his hands on the
broad srm-rests. And realized
p ore fully what a physical wreck
ie was the lower part OF his body
vas motioniess.
y want TO tell you about this
hing. % said. And then you can