The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-03-09

against Lutardc. 1t has been sue-
| gcsted to us that thoroughly cap
able secretservicc man from this
side might be of assistance in uR-
ravcling it. You follow me, ! hope.
Sir Norman ?"
81 think So" admitted. But
what. is the nature of the plot?"
zone can only surmise," Lord
Hampdcn replied. I'VE do not be-
lieve, however, that it is assassina-
ton. That would only make Il
martyr of Lutarde and sanctify his
cause. We want you to 60 over 10
Paris and consult with person
whose name l will give you. You
will be backed by unquestionabie
authority in any steps you may think
well to take. 1t will be a difficult
| commi ssion, and in sense a vague
one: but l may say that, in the event
of your achieving any success, the
Government would consider itself
under the deepest debt of gratitu lie
to you"
Il will do what can, of course"
I promised. "When do START"
I'VE should like you to catch the
eleven o'clock train tomorrow MORN
ing the Cabinet minister suggest\
cd. rising to his feet. "If you will
dine with me at eight o'clock tonight
in Carlton Terrace, l will furnish
you with every other detail"
SO on the following morning, in
less than AZ hours after my return
to England, l found myself going
through the ordinary routine of the
Continental traveller, registering my
luggage. arranging my smaller be-
longings in the seat which had been
reserved for me, and strolling back
to the bookstall for few final pur-
chases. There l came face to face
with Janet Stanficld, engaged upon
the same task. She was studying a
ladies' journal and looked up at the
| sound of my voice. She was frankly
| amazed.
"You!" she exclaimed. "Where
arc you going?"
"To Paris" answered. "And
you?"
"Wc are cllow-travclers," she
said slowly. "Why did you not tell
me ycsterday?'
"In an armed truce" pointed out
"thc combatants do not usually dis
close their future plans"
i performed several small offices
for her on the journey, for which
could see that she was thankful. At
Calais she had no reserved seat in
the crowded train. l did my best 20
procure one for her, but i'm vain.
had no choice but to offer her a
place in my reserved compartment.
She was looking very fragile and
tired as she accepted my offer with
a grateful smile and sank into a va
cant seat.
She curled up as gracefully as a
cat and went fast asleep. When she
opened her eyes, the people were
streaming down the corridor in an
swer to the first call for dinner.
"Havc you eaten anything today?'
inquired.
Nothing, and l am ravenous,"
she admitted frankly.
committed the atrocity of dining
at half-past five. Afterward she
once more took corner seat in my
compartment and lit cigaret. She
was good deal more like her old
self.
HAS your husband sent for you?'
asked bluntly.
1.-THE parole has expired" she re-
minded me.
"Listen," continues: 81 am not
out to do the work of Scotland Yard
| do not know where your husband
may be hiding. My journey to Paris
has nothing to do with him or his
affairs. Yet you must understand
this: If chance at any time should
put me upon his track, should fol-
low it up and hand him over to JUS
tice. Nothing" l added, looking her
steadily in the eyes, could alter my
| determination so far as that is con-
cerned."
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