New Britain herald., 1923-03-29
NOW GO on WITH THE STORY
Sir Norman Groves Talks:

Of their USE"
I turned into the garage and
wheeled out one OF the rubber tires
which we're ranged against the wall.
IF you have no other car" asked
him, 'hcw is II that all the tires in
your garage are like this one-two
sizes larger than those on the car you
were driving?"
He hesitated and turned his head.
He knew then that it was the end.
The gendarme was returning with a
fat little man who wore no coat and
waistcoat.
"This man keeps the cafe at the
corner" the former announced "He
knows his neighbor Guy we'll"
rs this Monsieur Guy?" Demayel
asked.
The innkeeper was more than en-
phatic; he was vehement.
upon my soul. no." he declared,
Monsieur Guy / know we'll. This
gentleman is a stranger"
Demayel turned to the pseudo Mon
sieur Guy.
"Well?"
The man shrugged his shoulders.
II have done what l was paid for"
he said sullenly.
We dined that night, Huntington
and I, in remote corner of great
busting restaurant. Demayel had
himself telephoned and ordered the
table. The latter had promised to
join us for coffee, but before we
reached that stage of our repast, we
were surprised to see him coming has
tily toward us, followed by tall man
of military bearing.
"Messieurs," he said as he sat for a
moment at our table, "a grave thing
has happened. The young man who
has acted as my secretary for five
years has absconded. 1t is he, with
out a doubt, who warned the man
whom you call Michael. Worse than
that, his report to me that the Carl
yon would not reach dock until to-
night was lie. She arrived this
morning and landed her passengers
this afternoon"
I half rose to my feet, but De-
mayel waved me back.
Listen he continued. This
much we know at present: The
Englishwoman went first to the Hotel
Splendide. At six o'clock this even
ing she was called for by the other
woman, and they drove off alone.
They were Swallowed, fortunately, by
I,und, the American detective who fol-
lowed Louisa Martin over, and who
reports that his life was attempted
last night. This woman Martin, it
seems, has an evil reputation. She
has been in prison twice in her
younger days in Paris, and she was
tried for murder seven years ago
Lund reports that there is i'll blood
between the two women. He is con-
WINGED that the Englishwoman. Janet
Scale, as she called herself on the
steamer, has been decoyed into some
place to meet Michael"
How far did he follow them z! l
asked. Where is he now?"
HE followed them into the worst
quarter of ifarseilles," Demayel re-
plied, "but as soon as he discovered
their destination, he had the good
sense to return for aid. They are IN
the one quarter of the city which l
have not vet succeeded in clearing
But tonight the attempt shall be
made"
.'Let us start" 1 exclaimed eagerly
We moved toward the door.
II deeply regret" Demayel an
nounced, that this is an adventure
on which / cannot accompany YOU
II 7 were to show myself in the
QUARTER, / should not only endanger
your lives. but l should of an abso-
lutte certainly forfeit my own. Mon
sieur Santel here" he added, turning
to his companion, will take command
of the expedition. Lund is IN one OF
the cars outside. A sufflclent force
of gendarmes have already pene-
trated secretly into the Quarter III
remains only for me to wish you good
fortune"
In the car which we found waiting
for us, we passed from the broad
thoroughfares of the city to region
of increasing squalor and ugliness.
We descended some small stone
steps, passed along a narrow passage,
and entered cafe, the most dilapi-
dated and filthy have ever been in.
repulsive woman lolled across the
counter and looked at us.
We passed behind that counter,
through door, into noisome house
wrapped in utter darkness. -Four
other men seemed to have crept up
10 us like shadows. and we all had
electric torches. At a certain point
in the descent of some stone steps, we
paused Three of the men felt about
for some time. Then an unsupported
door slowly swung open. door which
seemed to lead into chasm, black
and impenetrable. The man who had
slipped past Santel and become our
guide stretched up his hand and
pulled down long. thin ladders
One by one we descended into what
seemed to be a great cellar. At the
farther end was kink of light from
the room beyond, and sound which
for the moment made a mailman of
me-the sound Of woman crying.
stumbled across the uneven floor, but