The Bismarck tribune., 1922-11-27
Qt'il111l!phS Of
MJo1q,uelle,
BY MELVILLE DANl6SON POST
q 1900 NEA Service. x4nc
THE GIRL INsTHE PICTURE

advanced to meet the man
with sense of victory. The Service
de 10 Surete had searched the
world for him. He had been long
concealed. But my sense Of victory
vanished when saw him.
He sat in a great chair on the long
terrace that overlooked the sweep
of lawn and the dark, rapid river
He had been, all the time, under. out
very noses. We had thought OF
every other place except an English
country house within jump !, OF
London. And he had been sitting
here in every comfort that money
could assemble.
He did not rise when L was
brought out to him. :, ...S. :
He leaned back in the chair, lifted
his heavy face, and laughed!
And so, Monsieur Jonquelle,"" he
said, you finally wormed it out OF
her.
l could not keep my voice level
so effectively was the man escaping
us after ell this search.
And / did not know what the huge
creature meant. On the night be-
fore, some one had called up the
Service de la Surete and said our
man was here. The long distance
call from some shop in Regent
street, London, could not be traced
so it had been woman! l replied
as though were in his secret. =
"She knew you were safe"
He laughed again. "sure, she
knew it," s..
He pointed to chair few feet
beyond him across table.
"Sit down." he said. 81 want to
talk about her-that's the reason l
wanted you to come" He laughed
again. "You thought you'd sleuthed
it out, eh? Not by jugful l sent
her word to put you wise. ! wanted
to clear something's up before
cashed in. But it was a clean lie.
What I wanted was somebody to
listen while l talked about her. Sit
down." .
It was strange Introductory. But
it was mystery that had puzzled
everybody, and was willing to hear
al that he had to say about it. I
took the chair beyond him. y
He shot his head forward sudden
ly, in a tense gesture. =.
"She's heavenly ANGEL" he said.
81 don't know what God Almighty
meant by setting her in the game
with TIE bunch o. crooks that He's
got running the world-unless He
counted on me-" The laugh became
sort of chuckle in his big throat
"Ain't she heavenly angel?"
He whipped a worn photograph
out of his pocket and reached it
across the table to me.
1t was the photograph of a
girl with the face cut out. 1t had
been taken from painting, one
could tell from the flat surface, and
the strange background OF beauty
and an indescribable charm in the
pose of the girl remained even in
the mutilated picture.
II cut out the face" he added, $50
she wouldn't come into the case if
you caught me; your little West
ridge must have been, slaughtered at
the loss o. her.
Again he touched me at an un-
pected point.
Shortly after the thing, for which
we were seeking the man before me
had, as the Americans say, "been
pulled off," Lord Westridge return
ed to England. He had gone to
visit some rich Americans, and there
was rumor that some adventure
had befallen him.
| Nothing definite ever came to me-
and liked the man too little to in
quire; all the blood from the orr
ginal Glasgow solicitor, as the
British say, would "Bite a shill,
ing" But again l replied as though
I were in his secret.
what happened to Westridge ?"
said.
The man twisted around in his