New Britain herald., 1922-09-18
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liant detective in the English Secrc Service to be disclosed to the woma he loved' The man all Europ knew as
 ANDRE DuCHEMIN, and who ha
 been sent to the south Of France {
 avoid plots by rcNenGeful Bol
 sheriki, was recuperating from th
 effects of bullet wound inhicto
 by Paris Apache from whose at
 tack puchemin had previousl
 rescued the young American widoy EVE DE MONTALAIS, and he
 friends.
 Duchemn's suspicious werl aroused when clever questions con csrning Eyes jewels and yelled warn ings about the Lone Wolf" had heei made by the strange party whicl sought refuge in the chateau from storm. IL consisted of
 WHITAKER MONK, his secretary. PHINUIT; the latter's brother. JULES, who acted as chauffeur, am
 the
 COUNT and COUNTESS DE
 LORGNEs.
 On this night. when the chateal was asleep, the wounded Duchemir left his bedroom and went seeking cigarets in the drawing room. Hi. candle. which he placed on the table was. suddenly blown out and ther removed by unseen hands,
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 Duchemin strengthened up sharply and stood quite still, listening. Nc sound
 His vision spent itself fruitlessl, against the bIackness, which the closed window draperes rendered ab- solute but for those dull, sardonic eyes of dying embers
 In spite of himself he knew q mo- ment when flesh crawed and the hair seemed to stir upon the scalp. for Duchemin knew he was not alone; there was something else in the room with him, something nameless stealthy. silent, sinister.
 A hand extended about foot en- countered the back Of an upholstered chair, which he identified by touch. Assuming the chair to be occupying its usual position. he need only con tinue in a line parallel with the line of its back to find the entrance hall in about six paces.
 Within three he stopped dead, as If paralyzed by sudden instinctivc perception of that other presence close by.
 Whether he had drawn near to it., inch by inch, or whether it, seeing him about to make good his escape, had crept up on him, he could not say. He only knew that it was there. within arm s-length. waiting, tense prepared and somehow deadly in it's animosity.
 Digging the nails deep into the palms of his hands until the pain relieved his nervous tension, he wait ed once more, one minute, two, three.
 But nothing
 Then very slowly he lifted Tn arm. and swept it before him right and left At one point of the arc, trife to his left, his finger-tips brushed something. He thought he detected stir in the darkness. stuffed sound, stepped forward quick ly. clawing the air. and caught be- L"tCIl ilio hliS'io e 'iNP '' material, like silk, sheer and glace, a portion of some garment.
 Simultaneously he heard smoth- cred cry, of anger or alarm, and the night seemed to split and be rent into fragments by thousand shooting needles of colored flame
 smitten brutally on the point of the jaw, his head jerked back, he reeled and fell against chair, which went to the floor with a muf- fled crash.
 CHAPTER X
 A Woman's Faith.
 Duchemin woke up in his bed, glare of sunlight in his eyes.
 He eroaned aloud and with both hands clutched temples that prom tsed to split with pain that crashed between them, stroke upon stroke like blows of mighty hammer
 Also, his jaw was stiff, and deVel- oped a protesting ache whenever he opened his mouth.
 Then Duchemin remembered He got up hastily and spent seN- eral thrilling minutes under an icy shower and emerged feeling more on terms with himself and the world.
 The valet chamber brought with his tray the announcement that Madame de Montalais presented her pliments and would be glad to see monsieur at his convenience in the grand salon. So Duchemin made short work of his dressing, his cof- fee and roll and hurried down to the drawing room.
 Her profound revere disturbed by his approach, she rose quickly ad- Nancing to meet Duchemin with both hands offered in sympathy,
 My dear friend, ou are suffer- ing"
 He met this with d smiling denial. "Not now; at first. yes; but since my bath and coffee, I'm as right as trivet. But madame is not dressed for her tourney"
 NO monseiur l have postponed It." slight pause prefaced one more word-''indefnite
 At this confirmation of the fears which had been haunting him, Dnchemin nodded slightly,
 Yes" she said thoughtfully when nuchemin had explained his pres ence in the drawing room: IT, too found it not easy to sleep. But heard nothing till that chair crashed"
 "You came down here-alone.' "But naturally, monsieur. q don't believe" said Duchemin sincerely, the world holds woman your peer for courage.
 "Or curiositv?" she laughed. At all events, I found you, but could | :, .,.- A .o,,co ,-n, Co caIIpJ |