Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-09-11
CHAPTER l
Avoiding Danger-By Request

est and commonly amiable deport-
| ment bore a restful countenance
down Piccadilly and into Halfmoon
| street, where presently he intro
! duced it to one whom he found
awaiting him in his lodgings. much
at ease in his easiest chair, making
free with his whiskey and tobacco,
| and reading a slender brown volume
selected from HIS shelves.
This degage person was patiently
an Englishman. The other was az
Enthusiastically of Gallo pattern,
though he dressed and carried him.
self in a thoroughly A~nglo-Saxon
fashion.
The Englishman dropped his book
to the floor beside the chair, uprose
and extended a cordial hand, ex-
claiming: Hare ye, Monsieur
Duchemin?"
well, for the matter of that: How
are YOU, Mister Wertheimer?"
Their hands fell apart and Mon
sieur Duchemin proceeded to do
away his hat and stick and chamois
gloves.
Pretty way you've got of making
your friends wait on your pleasure.
Here I've wasted upward of two
hours of His Majesty's time. . :"
IloW was L ~ nav" yoo 80
the cheek to force your way in here
IN my absence and help yourself to
my few poor consolations?'
Duchemin retorted, helping himself
TO them in turn. But hen one
never does know what fresh indig-
nifty or danger Fate has in store
There are some things one knows
very definitely. You aren't forget
ting o have given that Smolny lot
reason for holding your name an
athema?"
"Ah!" Duchemin growled-"as for
me / can take care of myself, thank
you"
MANI the Englishman declared
solemnly-"you're superannuated.
You're nearly forty-next door to
second childhood"
Il know; and so long as l feel my
years, even you car abuse me with
impunity."
But Wertheimer would not hear
him. odd" he unused. Il never
thought of it before, that you were
| growing old. You're just doddering
and 1 thought you were simply
tired out and needed a holiday"
perhaps | am and do" said
Duchemin patiently. One feels n
has earned a holiday, If ever any
body did in your blessed Secret Ser
vice"
"Still-at your age-Td be think
ing about retiring instead OF asking
for a rest"
Although Duchemin knew very
we'll that he was merely being ragged
in that way of deadly seriousness
which so often muse the English,
- 49, a.. ,,rpa nhtr1u. eA1 "
resignation is at your disposal any
time you wish it."
Accepted" said Wertheimer air
lily, "to take effect at once"
To this Duchemin merely grunted,
ms who should say he didn't con-
slider this turn of conversation des-
perately amusing.
And to what" he inquired with
the tedious irony of ennui. lis one
indebted for this unexpected honor
on the part of the First Under
Secretary of the British Secret Ser
vice? Or whatever your high
sounding official title is
obj Wertheimer replied lazily--
and knocked out his pipe-"I merely
dropped in to say goodby."
Duchemin discovered symptoms of
more animation.
anu WHeIc, pay, hh L eOAiS
That's for you to say
Monsieur Duchemin meditated
| briefly. II see," he announced:
I'm to have a rowing commission"
Worse than that; none at ALL"
Duchemin opened his eyes wide.
Look here: What the devil"
We'll. if you must know" the
| Englishmen interrupted hastily,
my instructions were to give you
your walking papers II you refused
to resign. So your connection with
the S. S. Is from this hour severed.
And IL you amt out of England
| within twenty-four hours. we'll jolly
| well deport you. And that's that"
Zone perceives one has served
| England not wisely but too WELL"
"Shrewd Iadi" w e h e 1 m e r
laughed. You see. old soul, we ad-
mire you no end, and we're de-
termined to save your life. Word
has leaked through from Petrograd
that your name has been triple
starred on the Smolny's Index Elk
purgatorius. If you linger here
| much longer the verdict will I'M
| doubtedly be: Violent death at the
| hands of some person or persons UNI
known. So here are passports ana
a goodish bit of money. If you run
through all of it before this blows
| over, we'll find a way, of course. 10
get more to you"
The other nodded, investigating
| the envelope which his late CHIEF
had handed him and the smile faded
| frcm the eyes of the man whom
England preferred to recognize as
Andre Duchemin. ,
but where on earth is one to go"
Don't ask me-" the Englishman
protested. "And above all, don't tell
| me. l don't want to know. l don't
| want you to come to a sudden n
| through somebody's establishing Ii
licit intercourse with my subcon-
scious mind"
He took his leave shortly after
that; and Monsieur Duchemin set
tied down in the chair which MS
guest had quilted to grapple with
his problem; where under Heaven
to go?
He picked up in abstraction the
book which Wertheimer a beer
reading-and wondered II. by any
chance, he had left it there on pur-
pose, so strong seemed the hint. Il
was Stevenson's Travels with a
Donkey"
If-he assured himself-there were
any place in Europe where one
might count on being reasonably Sc
cure from the solicitous attentions
of the grudge-bearing Bolsheviki, 1t
was the Cevennes. those little know,
hills in the south of France, well
inland from the sea.
CHAPTER II
A City of Lunacy
"a little Mace called LIE MonaS-