The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1923-05-24

DOuno volume neLOre me ana pointed
to an entry.
I read the few lines quickly:
Henri Guy, French Colonial, bache.
1or, Eve feet six inches, morose, gray
hair and beard. physical appearance
described elsewhere, address, Villa
Violette, Bandol Has large CORE
spondence, subsoribes to English news
papers. among them Golf Illustrat-
ed Has small car and has been
seen on Hyeres golf links.
And ffnally?' l asked.
THE person in question" NJ. De-
n1ayel continued is reported to have
changed at the Casino at Bandol last
evening one Of the mile notes stolen
from the house we visited this after
noon"
How far is 1t to Bandol?" I In.
quired.
"Forty-seven kilometers.' the chief
of the police replied, and we should
have been there by now. but my
friend Mr. Huntington here insisted
upon waiting for you"
1 asked only one question on the
way.
''You spoke Of Janet Scale as com
ing out on the boat" I said to Rim
mington. THAT was her name be-
fore she married Michael"
Huntington nodded.
-.'t'or some reason or other she has
renewed it. 1t is possible that she
has discovered something about
Michael which I have suspected for
some time"
I-controlled my voice as we'll as
could. I did not wish even Trimming
ton to know how much this meant
to me.
What do you mean7" asked.
" "I believe" he replied. that
Michael was married many years ago
to this woman. Louisa Martin. Janet
Scale may have got to know of this.
She may be coming out to try and
discover the truth. It IS certain that
for many months she has not been in
communication with Michael"
The chief Of the police gazed
thoushtfulIy out Of the window.
$50
We reached Bandol just before
dusk and found the Villa Violette on
the outskirts of the town. We left
which led TO the front door. Our sum-
mons was at once answered by a
stout, gdod-humored Frenchwoman.
who shook her head regretfully when
we inquired for Monsieur Guy.
Monsieur is out in his automobile"
che told us. He may return at any
moment, or perhaps not at all tonight
The gentlemen will leave a message?"
I'VE Will come in and wait for
little time" Demayel suggested.
The woman did not remove her
pCrtly form from the threshold.
THAT. alas. monsieur. is impos-
sibler' she declared. MY master re-
ceives few visitors and he would not
suffer any one in the house"
Monsieur Demayel touched her on
the shoulder. He was looking curl
ously into her face.
Madame" he said. IT am Chef de
Ia Surete Of Marseilles. and I go
where 1 choose. Furthermore, It
seems that your face is familiar to
me-"
She shrunk away.
"Chef de la Sureten she muttered.
But who has done wrong here7"
We searched the sttting-room and
dining-room of Monsieur Henri Guy,
and we found nothing that might
not have belonged to a French colo
NAL who had made a small fortune
in sugar. But in his bedroom, COW
cred over with a sheet and hidden be-
hind a cupboard, found a prize in
deed. I found the golf-clubs which
Stanfeld had used when he had
played against me at Working. I
drew from the bag the putter which
had sealed my defeat, and even in
that moment of triumph I felt a
little thrill of pleasure when I real
lied it's perfect balance
'Our search is over" pro
nounced.
"Our search is not over" Rim
mington reminded me, until we
have found the man"
We were there altogether for half
an hour, during which time we
searched the place closely. The small
garage was empty, and Huntington
pointed out the six or eight empty
tins which had evidently just been
used.
We announced our intended de-
parture. The housekeeper, who now
seemed certain Of her masters I'M
mediate return, did her best to per-
suade US to linger. Monsieur De.
mayel cut her short
Madame, he said, you will be
so good as to consider yourself under
surveillance. I shall leave a gen.
darme In the house with you"
The woman burst into a torrent
of furious complaints and abuse.
lapsing into a French argot which
was absolutely incomprehensible to
me. Monsieur Demayel listened to
her thoughtfully. Then he turned
to the gendarme who had come
with us from Marseilles.
DO not let this woman out of
your sight" he ordered. She Is Of
the Maritime Quarter, where I sus-
pect her master is in hiding by now"
The gendarme saluted and laid his
hand upon the housekeeper's Shout
der. Suddenly she burst into fit of
laughter and pointed up the avenue.
1T Is Monsieur who returns" she
announced. Now what will you say
to hlm-you who have ransacked
his rooms and upset his house! Chief
of the police, indeed! La lar
We stood by the front door, and /
for my part was amazed. An elderly