The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-02-27
BY f. PHILLIPS OPPENHEINI

Sir Norman Greyes, formerly o,
Scotland Yard, Is devoting his lif,
to tracking down an arch crimina
of many aliases and DISCUSSES, but
known to him as Michael Sayers
! Among Savers secret abodes was {
cottage near an English golf course
! where he was served by house
maid, Janet Scale, and lived as "Mr
! Stanfield.' One day while Sir Nor
| man, a guest at the golf club, was
playing the course with ."Stanfield,
Janet shot and killed police off
Ger who. had tracked Sayers to the
spot. The maid professed to her
master and to Sir Norman complete
ignorance, but later confessed t.
"Stanfield" and BECAME his accom-
plice, as is told in the present story
by Sir Norman.
On the evening of my return from
the Riviera after three-montns'
holiday, was accosted in the lounge
Of MARRIAGES. Hotel by middle
aged man of inconspicuous appear
ance who had been seated in a
corner alone. 1t was some few sec
onds before | could recall him to my
memory, but curiously enough a
crowd of unpleasant associations
gathered themselves together in my
mind even before / had recognized
him.
you haven't forgotten me and
our golf down at Working, Sir Nor
man?" he asked.
knew all about him then.
"Mr. Stanfield, isn't it," / said
. mo, | haven't forgotten"
| was few minutes early for my
party, and / accepted the offer of a
cocktail from my golfing acquain-
lance.
THAT was an traordinary inter
ruption to our first game" he re-
marked. 81 never fancied my little
house much afterward. l gave il UP,
in fact, within the year.
81 heard you had left told him.
"You had no luck in your investi-
cations, Sir Norman?" he inquired.
/ shook my head The subject
was still a sore one with me.
81 had no luck at ALL" confessed.
II came to certain conclusions which
carried me little way along the
road, but all the clews ended abrupt
ly. Yet don't despair. | always
have the fancy that some day or,
other | shall solve that mystery"
The waiter brought the cocktails,
and we raised our glasses.
Ill. ~.
Norman my companion said.
81 am with you," ! declared hear
tily.
We talked idlyEof various matters
for few moments principally of
golf, which had been playing ,regu-
larly in the south of France. There
were several dinner-parties being
given in the restaurant that eve.
ming, and some very beautiful wo-
men were in evidence. One in par.
ticulare attracted my attention. She
was tall, slender, slim, beautifully
made. Her complexion was perfect
although a little colorless. Her
strange-colored eyes had nameless
attraction. Her hair, beautifully
coiffcd, was just the shade of brown
which appealed to me. She bowed 70
my companion as she passed, and
joined little group at> the farther
of the hall. The last thing L mo-
ticed about her was her wonderful
string of pearls.
THAT is II very beautiful woman"
] remarked. "Do you know wRo she
is?"
"A South American widow-SDe
Mendoza, her name is"
.T"You know herr"
WY humble apartment is on the
same floor az her suite" my COM
panion replied. "She is gracious
enough sometimes to- remember the
fact that we meet occasionally in
the lift"
My friends arrived, and made my
adieux to my erstWhile. golfing ac-
qaaintance. Somehow or other, my