New Britain herald., 1922-09-14
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ScentinG the Lone Wolf

Dinner was served in q vast and sombre hall whose darkly paneled walls and high -beamed ceiling bred a multitude of shadows that danced about the table. restlessly advancing and retreating as the candles flicker ed. failed and fared in thc gusty draughts.
 Rain in sieers rluiced the windows without rest Round turrets and gables the. wind raved and moaned like a famished wild thing denied its kill.
 After dinner Duchemin sat talking with Madame de Montalais over their cigarettes, To smoking. curiosly enough Madame dc Sevenie offered no objection.
 Monsieur knew New York
 Tt is my home" said Eve de Mon talais softly, looking away.
 Her father had been a partner in a great jewelry house. Cottier's, of Paris, London. and New York. (So that explained it. She was wearing the blue diamond again tonight, with other jewels worth. in the judgment of a keen connoisseur, a kings ran son.)
 Across the drawing room Madame de Sevenie sharply interrogated, man-servant who had silently pre- sented himself to her attention.
 What is it you want, Jean?"
 The servant mumbled his justifca ton: An automobile had broken down on the highroad near the cha teau, the chauffeur was unable to 1aly the storm. a gentleman had come to the door to ask
 He moved aside, indicating the doorway to the entrance hall, beyond which Mir. Phinuit was to be seen, standing with cap in hand tiny rivu- lets running from the folds of his motor coat and forming pools on the polished flooring.
 MT. Phinuit was desolated to think he might be imposing on madames good nature but the night was truly indictment madame la comtesse was already suffering from the cold, and if one might beg for shelter for her and the gentlemen of the party while one telephoned or sent to Nant for another automobile
 But monsieur might feel very sure Madame de Sevenie would never for l give herself if the hospitality of the Chateau de Montalais failed at such a time. She would send servants to the car at once with lights, wraps, umbrellas
 There was no necessity for that. 1 The remainder of the party had, itI seemed. presumed upon her courtesy in anticipation. and was not far from the heels of it's ambassador. Even while madame was speaking, Jean was opening the great front doors to those who proved-formal introduc- tion being duly effected by Phinuit | ito be Madame la Comtesse de Lorg- | res, monsieur de comte. her husband rhia was the well-fed body in tweeds) l and Mir Whitaker Monk. of New York.
 These personages were really not at all in bad way. When Eve de | Montalais had carried madame la | comtesse off to her own apartment to change her shoes and stockings, the | gentlemen trooped to the drawing room fire and grew quite cheerful | under the combined influence of warmth and wine and biscuits.
 Mir Whitaker Monk might have been any age between thirty-five and | hfty-five so non-commital was that lantern iawed countenance Of a droll, with it's heavy, black, eloquent eye brows, it's rather small, blue, illegible eyes, it's high-h -hridged nose and promi nent nostrils, it's wide and thin-ipped mouth, its rather startling pallor.
 A chance meeting at Monte Carlo. he said, with his old friends. the Comte ct Comtesse de Lorgnes, had resulted in their yielding to his in sistence that they tour with him back