New Britain herald., 1922-09-25
CHATTER XVII The Champagne ROmharlmen

luXuriously hedded and with a single problem to nurse,
 What had her pillow advised Llane Delorme?
 Liane was amply able to surprise him. and did
 It was without ceremony that she walked in on him at length.
 Well, my dear friend'" she said gravely, halting by the bedside. do you feel able to travel?"
 "Travel?" Lanyard made a face Of dismay. Are you then in such hastehaste to be rid of me, Liane 2"
 Not at all"
 Liane found herself a chair and &C., cepted a cigaret
 And where do we go, made moiselle?"
 steamer for New York
 Fortunately 1t was Lanyard's cue to register shock.
 But, my dear friend, why Amer ica?"
 You gave me credit for having some little influence in this world of Paris. I have used it. What l have learned enables me to assure you that the Montalais jewels are on their way to America
 But If I am to sail for America today"
 Tomorrow, from Cherbourg, at s In the morning"
 How am I to get my passport vised?"
 T have seen to that. You are no longer Paul Martin alais Andre Du- chenlin, but Paul Delorme, my in valid brother, still suffering from honorable wounds sustained in the Great War"
 Liane Delorme threw away her cigarette and rose. You understand we leave as soon as you are dressed ?"
 Perfectly. By what train?"
 By no train. We motor to Cher bourg"
 She was at the door when Lan- yard stayed her with, "One moment Liane. What about Dupont?''
 Simple mention of the man was enough to make the woman vince and lose color.
 Well, and what of him ?"
 Have you reflected that, since Du- pont 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 Liane Delorme instinctively obeyed. The woman whom Lanyard had seen that morning coming down the stairs with the lighted candle entered rather precipitateiy.
 Pardon, madame she murmured, and paused T was about to knock"
 Marthe hinted at rather than exc cuted a courtesy and withdrew. jane shut the door behind her, and reapproached the bed, trembling with anger.
 " ou mean to take her with you?"
 Il did, until this happened"
 And now will you tell me that Dupont knows nothing Of your inten- ton to motor to Cherbourg today?"
 No Disconsolate, Liane sank down into the chair. Now dare not go,' she unused aloud. Yet l must, What am l to do?"
 Courage, little sister! It is I who have an idea" Liane lifted a gaze of mute inquiry. What automobile are you using for our trip this afternoon? My limousine for you and me" And Marthe: how is she to make the journey" Tn the touring car, which fol- lows us with our luggage" 1Uyho 5ryec he lir,o The woman hesitated looked aside. bit her lip. "As a matter of fact, monsieur" she said hastily, it is the boy who | drove us through the Cevennes. Mon- | sieur Monk asked me to keep him I 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 moment you will decide to take 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 care will get off | lightly"
 It was four o'clock when the ex- petition for Cherbourg left the door of Liane's town-house. The limou- 1 sine was leading with Jules at it's wheel; the touring car trailing, with | the footman, Leon, as driver.