Evening star., 1922-03-26

i nave given IL mere.
Ducellier's suspicious of Arthur
Rowe being implicated in the crime
In Constantinople were. after all, but
natural, for had not I learnt that he
had been at the Pera Palace Hotel
on the day prior to the crime? Yet
when I considered the whole affair I
felt confident that 1t was impossible
Rowe should be implicated in such a
dastardly business as that being pur-
sued by his easy-going friend with
the gloved hands.
Truly, l was keeping queer COM
pany.
On the morning following my visit
to the surete Rowe took out a lady
friend for an aperatif to Amenon-
vile. that delightful place in the
Bois. and l did not see him till past
noon. Then he suddenly exclaimed:
Say. LIE Queux, tell me what's the
little trouble between yourself and
Evans"
"Trouble?' I echoed with. I hope.
well-feigned surprise. Nothing that
II know"
OF course. Rowe was ignorant that
had performed what I considered
= duty by going to the surete.
*s
n\AIELL," he said, Evans has no
w love for you, old chap! When
I saw him yesterday he seemed hor-
ribly churlish, and declared that you
! were a spy Of the British intelligence
departing nt"'
J~Nr pyoHr
"Wal. my dear Billy, what he said
is pretty near the truth, of course.
You're not a spy in the sense Of the
word that you receive any monetary
reward. You are a patriotic English
man-and that's all about it,"
"Ah"' laughed. "Evidently Evans
doesn't like me. Well. ! thought SO.
and that's why I didn't call upon him
| with you. What about his wife? Is
she with him?'
Now that's just the very point. We
are pals. and I'll tell you the truth.
He declares that you were with him
in Constantinople. and you tried to
make love to his wife!"
| 1 pursed my lips and remained
silent.
I as she with him here in PARISH
asked.
II don't think SO. If she had been
he would have surely asked me to
meet her."
| 'TThen you know her?" I asked.
"Of course; very pretty woman
I met her with him at the Pera Palace
Hotel"
| "And she isn't here with him."
asked my friend, looking straight into
his big round face.
Not to my knowledge. Why?" he
asked, opening his eyes.
"Oh, nothing. I'm sorry your friend
Evans dislikes me, that's ALL"
my dear Billy, all of US have
enemies, and some of US very bittel
ones" he declared, consolingly
] Don't bother over it. II you were a
little too courteous to madame in Con.
stantinople it is all Of the past. Pu,
a tombstone over it. my dear ole
chap"
An hour later. when I was in my
room, a page brought me a card. ia.
mont of the surate had called Three
minutes later he entered, and said:
We'll, m'sieur, since you had q
chat with our director we have beer
very busy with telegraphic inquiries
and from what we learned we decided
upon arresting your friend with the
gloved hands. An hour ago three
agents called at his hotel, only to find
that yesterday, at the luncheon hour
| he, accompanied by madame, left in a
taxi without luggage, and has not re-
turned"
Gone" I gasped. Gone again
And this time he has taken with him
another woman whom he intends shall
be his victim.'
tTWO hours later I became further
puzzled when Rowe came to me
in a state Of great excitement, say
ing:
"I've just had a wire from Rotter'
dam, and I must leave by the si1
o'clock train. I've got some big bust
ness there. Afterward Ill have Il
go over to New York. expect. Blu
we'l meet again very soon, old chap
Come, have a final cocktail" and HI
drew me into the American bar ant
compelled me to wish him bon voyage
Did Arthur Rowe know Of the as
sassin's flight? Was he following
him?
That was certainly the impression
left upon my mind. was half in
clined to telephone to Ducellier, ant
yet-well, Rowe was such a goot
fellow, even though he was so yer,
erratic.
Fully a year went past.
had neither seen nor heard o
Rowe, much less of the man who ha,
so cleverly slipped through the fin
gers Of the continental police.
One morning, at my club I foun,
among my letters a little note from
Tressider. dated sfrom Scotland Yard
asking me to call next time I hap
pened to be near. That afternoon
when 1 entered his sombre office OF
the first floor. he greeted me warmly
and said:
"Well, how about that friend o
yours who always wore gloves?"
1 replied that I had entirely los
trace of him since those days in Paris
i, He then took from his drawer
copy of a London daily newspaper o
a week before, and pointed to a small
paragraph.
This 1 read, and found that it wa
brief report of how an inspecto
and two sergeants of the criminal in
vestigation department had on tn
previous morning gone to larg
country mansion near Bungay, in Suf
folk, to arrest its owner. rich ma,
named Capel, whose wife had died Il