The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-08-07
CHAPTER VII (Continued)
 Little Victor.

| After that Kane saw Dorothea and Marechal frequently, and at all sorts of places.
 Dorothea was looking like the wreck of the Hesperus., he told him. self. Always neurotic and with lit tie natural color, her curious eyes seemed the only live thing about her. They glowed with a feverish bril- liance, the pupils dilated. Some dev- ilish drug, Kane felt certain. | He was uneasy about it, but felt | that nothing he could do or say would have the slightest effect on the girl. | She would not even get angry. She would merely shrug her slender shoulders and laugh in that unpleas- ant, throaty way she had. He was not in his hotel much these days. save to sleep. Kane was lead l ing an almost ascetic life. He had | little adventures, Imaginable. hectic, sometimes noisy; but never for more | than an hour or two at time did he forget his mission, which was to | find Andree.
 Because he aimed to visit one by | one every place where she might | conceivably be, his face was not fa- ! mi1iar to the night prowlers, who | as rule have their favorite resort OF little round of resorts. Hav- ing visited a place, he seldom re- | turned.
 The Mill of the Half-Gods he made an exception, partly because he had | met Andree there, partly because of a faint hope that she might return. About once a week he looked in there. The directeur's face was the only one in the place that Kane re- cognized. He did not in the least recall the little chasseur, Victor. who had seen him lay low the terrible Chicoq, and who had worshipped at his shrine ever since. Victor had no opportunity to do more than adore | Kane with fleeting glances as he sped from errand to errand, until one night chance left him with moment breathing spell not six feet from | Kane's table.
 Sliding over foot by foot, one eye on the captain of walters, the other on the directeur, little Victor at
 length got behind Kane's chair, partly shetelered by an unnaturaily green and rigid palm.
 ''1t is me. Victor, who can tell mon- sieur what he seeks to know he murmured. -s
 "Eh? Whats that?''
 Kane turned swiftly in his seat surprised to observe the intensely ear nest young gentleman in livery who had crept up unnoticed.
 'Is it not that monsieur seeks Ia belle Andree, then?'' You get me. kidI How about it ?' Kane's hand invcluntarily sought
 his pocket for a franc. He found it, and held it out to Victor.
 The youth gulped twice. Instinct
 died hard, but he shook his head With the American. hero he was
 proud to deal as one gentleman with
 another.
 ''It is that my two sisters, Louise
 and Henriette, live with her, mon
 sieur''
 A warning hiss penetrated the tu. : mutt of sound in the room. The
 eyes of the scandalized captain o1
 walters had ferreted out Victor pre-.
 suming to address a guest. Hs
 crooked an ominous finger. Victor } paled.
 Spluttering in his excitement, h,
 gave the address of a house in on,
 of the old streets of Montmartre. H, , twas rushing away when Kane plucket
 him back by inserting two finger in his waistband.
 Say that again. kidI" he com
 manded, his pencil already poised over one cuff.
 An instant later he had it alright
 and the released Victor sped like arrow from bow.
 , Kane consulted the watch tha | hdIeCIidl IldO CONeIeO- It was neart , two o'clock. It was probable, if sh
 were dancing. that she had not ever
 started for home as yet. Besides Kane was a persistent fellow and i'll disposed to leave a warm trail afte having followed cold ones for so long . He paid his score, and two minute
 later was speeding toward Mont
 Iua, tre.
 At the Placa TigaNs he dismisse.
 his driver, and proceeded on foot
 Kane knew that he was in the hear of the Apache kindom. He wa = walking as silently as a cat himself , l with his little automatic SnuggIed il his right hand, using his flashiigh {, between the rare lamps thrustin I crookedly from the houses ol | wrought-iron standards At lengtI = he found the cul-de-sac at the en, v of which rose the many-toried hous at whose very top, dwelt the black = haired girl whom he had seen one , but never forgotten.
 He entered the gaping hall an, g climbed worn flights of woodel
 stairs, Here and there a light gleana ed from beneath warped doors. A