Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-09-25
Continued from Our Last Issue)
CHAPTER XVII
The Champagne Bombardment

DANGEROUSLY DtuuCu anu Win d Sill
gle problem to nurse.
I What had her pillow advised Lame
Delorme?
Lame was amply able to surprise
him, and did.
1t was without ceremony that she
walked in ON him at length.
We'll, my dear friend!" she said,
g~ravely, hating by the bedside, do
! you feel able to travel
"Travel?" Lanyard made a face
Of dismay. Are you then in such
haste to be rid of me, Liane?"
Not at ALL"
Lame found herself a chair and
accepted a cigarette.
And where do we so, made
moiselle?"
ITO %Cherbourg, there to take a
steamer for New York"
Fortunately it was Lanyard's cue
to register shock.
"But, my dear friend, why Ameri-
ca?"
You gave me credit for having
some little influence in this world of
Paris. l have used it. What l have
learned enables me to assure you
that the Montalais jewels are on
their way to America"
But if l am to sail for America
today"
Tomorrow, from C%herbourg, at
eight in the morning"
How am l to get my passport
vised?"
Il have seen to that. You are no
longer Paul Martin alias Andre
Duchemin, but Paul Delorme. my
invalid brother, still suffering from
honorable wounds sustained in the
| Great War"
Lane Delorme threw away her
cigarette and rose. You under
~dressed?"
Perfectly. By what train?'
/ by no train. We motor to Cher
bourg."
She was at the door when Lam
yard stayed her with. "One moment,
Lane! What about Dupont?"
Simple mention of the man was
enough to make the woman vince
and lose color.
"Well, and what of him?'
Have o reflected that, since
Dupont got in after you came home,
his accomplice in your household is
most probably one of those who were
up at that hour. Who were they?"
"Only two. The footman, Leon
and Marthe, my maid"
Lanyard said, open that door!"
in a tone sharp with such authority
that Lame Delorme instinctively
obeyed. The woman whom Lanyard
had seen that morning coming down
the stairs with the lighted candle
entered rather precipitately.
Pardon, madame she murmur-
" - a-nA1 at about 70
knock"
Marthe limited at rather than ex-
ecuted a courtesy and withdrew.
Lame shut the door behind her, and
r"eapproached the bed, trembling
with anger.
you mean to take her with you?"
81 did, until this happened"
"And now will you tell me that
Dupont knows nothing of your in
tention to motor to Cherbourg to-
day?"
mo :" Disconsolate, Lame
sank down into the chair. Now ]
dare not CO." she unused aloud. Yet
l must! What am l to do?"
Courage, little sister. 1t is l
who have an idea" Lame lifted a
gaze of mute inquiry.
What automobile are you using
fer our trip this a~fternoon?'
MY limousine for you and me-
"And Marthe: how is she to make
the ~journey?"
I'm the touring car, which fol-
lows us with our luggage
"Who drives the limousine?"
The woman h~esitated, looked
aside, bit her lip. -.
"As a matter of fact, monsieur"
she said hastily, at is the boy who
drove us through the Cevennes. Mon
sieur Monk asked me to keep him
pending his return to France.
Lanyard had the grace to keep a
straight face. He nodded gravely.
"You make it all perfectly clear
little sister,"
Here is the plan. At the last mo-
ment you will decide to AXE Leon
with YOU
Toward evening we will let the
touring car catch up. We will ex-
change cars with Marthe and Leon,
leaving the latter to bring on the
limousine while Jules drives for us.
Whatever happens then, we may feel
sure the touring car Will get OH
lightly.
1t was four o'clock when the ex-
petition for C~herbourg left the door
of Lanes town house. The limou-
sine was leading with Jules at lts
wheel; the touring a trailed, win
the footman, Leon, as driver.
In st. Germain-en-Laye Lanyard
first noticed the gray touring car.
1t stood anonymously round the
corner, at the door of a wine shop;
the fat-faced man of Lyons was
Iounpinp in the door, sucking at a
cigarette and watching the traffic.
Lanyard said nothing at the time,
but later. when a long stretch OF
straight road gave him the chance,
verified his suspicious by looking
back to see the gray car lurking not
.esS than a mile and a half astern;
the Delorme touring car driven by
Leon keeping a quarter of a mile IN
the rear Of the limousine.
These relative positions remained
approximately unchanged curing
most of the light hours of that long
evening, despite the terrific pace
which Jules set in the open u
Try.
At about seven they dined from
| the hamper which, with Lanes
| Jewel case in it's leather disguise of
a sample travelling bag. constituted
all the limousine's load of luggage.
Lanyard passed sandwiches through
tho front window to Jules, who
munohed them while driving like a
speed maniac, and with the same
appalling nonchalance washed them
| down with a tumbler of champagne.
a luminous lilac twilight vie with
the street lamps of Caen when the
limousine rolled through the city