The Farmington times., 1922-03-24

fies were made to be overcome.
The Frenchman produced a note
book. "votre nom, Msieur, s'il vous
plalt2"
Undoubtedly, mon Colonel" re-
marked Hugh vaguely. "Nous crash.
ons dams"
"He wants your name, old dear"
murmured Jerry weakly.
"Oh, does hef" Hugh beamed on
the gendarme "You priceless little
bird! My name is Captain Hugh
Drummond."
And as he spoke, a man sitting close
by, who had been an amused onlooker
Of the whole scene, stiffened suddenly
In his chair and stared hard at Hugh.
1t was only for a second, and then
he was once more merely the politely
interested spectator. But Hugh had
seen that quick look, though he gave
no sign; and when at last the French
man departed, apparently satisfied, he
leaned over and spoke to Jerry.
"See that man with the suit Of
hand-me-downs and the cigar2" he re-
marked. Hes in the game; I'm Just
wondering on which side"
He was not left long in doubt, for
barely had the swing doors closed
behind the gendarme, when the man
In question rose and came over to
him.
Excuse me, SIR" he said, In a pro-
nounced nasal twang "but l heard
you say you were Captain Hugh
DrummOnd. / guess you're one of
the men I've come across the water
to see. My card"
Hugh glanced at the pasteboartl Ian
guidly.
"Mr. Jerome X. Green" he mur-
INJURED. "What jolly sort of name"
"See here, Captain" went on the
other, suddenly displaying a badge
hidden under his coat. "That1I put
you wise. That badge Is the badge Of
the police force of the United States
of America; and that same force Is
humming some at the moment" He
sat down beside Hugh, and bent for
ward confidently. There's a prom
inent citizen Of New York city been
mislaid, Captain; and, from informa.
ton we've got, we reckon you know
quite a lot about his whereabouts.
What about Hiram C. Pottsr
what, indeed?" remarked Hugh.
Sounds like riddle, don't itT"
You've heard Of him, CaptalnT
Few people have not"
"Ycs-but you've met him recently"
said the detective, leaning forward.
"YOu know where he is, and"--he
tapped Hugh on the knee impressively
II want him. want to take him
back In cottonwood TO his wife and
That's why I'm over on
this side, Captain, just for that one
purpose"
There seem to me to be a con-
siderable number of people wander
ing around who share your opinion |
nbout Mr.. Potts" drawed Hugh. "He
must be popular sort of cove"
Popular amt the word for 1t, Cap
tain," said the other. Have you
got him now?"
"In a matter of speaking, yes" an
'wered Hugh, beckoning to a passing
waiter. "Three Martins"
where is he?" snapped the detective
eagerly.
Hugh laughed.
Being wrapped up in cottonwood
~ somebody else's wife and daugh-
ers. You were little too quick, Mr..
ireen; you may be all you say-on
he other hand, you may not And
hese days l trust no one"
The American nodded his head In
pproval.
quite right" he remarked. my
notto-and yet I'm going to trust you.
Weeks ago we heard things on the
ther side, through certain channels,
s to a show which was on the rails
we're here"
Hugh nodded.
"Then Hiram Potts got mixed up
n 1t; exactly how, we weren't wise
o. But 1t was enough to bring me
yer here. Two days ago l got this
able" He produced a 5undle Of
apers, and handed one to Drum
lond. ats In cipher, as you see;
We put the translation underneath"
Hugh took the cablegram and
lanced at 1t. 1t was short and to
he point:
captain Hugh Drummond, Of Half
foOn street, London, is your man."
He glanced up at the American, who
rained his cocktail with the air OF a
lan who is satisfied with life.
captain Hugh Drummond Of Half
foon street, London, is my man." he
huckled. "Well, Captain, what about
nowf VIII you tell me why you've
ONE to Paris? guess It's something
. do with the business I'm on"
For a few moments Hugh did not
aply. and the American seemed In
o hurry for an answer. Some early
rivals for dinner sauntered through
le lounge and Drummond watched
lem idly as they passed. The Ameri-
an detective certainly seemed all
ght, but. -. Casually, his |
lance rested on a man sitting just
pposlte, reading the paper. He took