The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-03-08

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your friend Sir Norman Greyes ?"
"If | heard from him at ALL ]
replied, II imagine that the situa-
ON would be, to say the least of
it, precarious. What do you know
about him 2"
My companion smiled.
81 had a little affair of the same
nature" he confided, with the
subchicf of the police here. Fran
cos Dumcsnil, his name was"
"And where is he now?" | ask
ed.
Gle Disappeared" was the con-
sidered reply. "a great many
people disappear in Paris. 1t was
a battle Of wits between us. and !
was almost sorry when the end
came. Self preservation, however,
makes strenuous demands upon
one sometimes
Concerning Norman Grcycs ?"
persisted.
Forgive mel wandered a
little from the point. ! mentioned
Norman Greyes' name because he
is in Paris"
''In Paris" / exclaimed.
"He arrived by the Calais train
last evening. ! fancy that later
in the day he may probably stroll
into the American Bar at the
Grand Hotel"
81 take it," l said slowly, "your
suggestion is that Norman Greycs
has discovered my whereabouts ?"
IL will be perfectly frank" was
my companions prompt avowal.
81 do not know that. There is a
distinct possibility that Norman
Greycs has come over here in con-
nection with another affair in
which am indirectly interested.
| | have a proposition to make to
you. Take taxicab and drive out
r. Versailles for the afternoon.
On your way back, stop at the
laverne Bertain, near the Armen-
onville. l will meet you there at
Z o'clock. l propose a perfectly fair
bargain to you. If he is here on
your business, l will assist you tt
escape. If he is interested in tho
other little matter / spoke of, :
| shall claim your help"
1T is a bargain" l promised.
$50 to our chicken" my COM
panion murmured, eying with ap-
prevail the dish which had Just
been extended toward him; and we
continued our meal.
| 1t was about half-past five that
afternoon when l dismissed my
taxi and seated myself at one of
the small tables under the trees
outside the Taverne Bertain. ]
ordered a glass of tea with slice
OF lemon; a packet of cigarets, and
settled down to one of my favorite
tasks-watching my fellow-crea-
lures. Every variety of the hu-
man race was in evidence, riding
m every description of carriage. 4
rabble, told myself a little con-
temptuously. Not one Of, them
had realized the supreme JOY of
existence.
1t was as though Fate had sud
denly decided to deal my philoso-
ply mortal blow. In a handsome
limousine car, travelling slowly in
the trail of other vehicles, appear
ed my enemy Norman Greyes-
and by his side Janet, my wife. He
wore a light gray suit and a HON.
burg hat; his long, lean face seem
ed as somber as ever. Janet was
talking while he listened talking
Of something. it seemed, more i'm
t'portant than the idle flotsam of
! the moment. The car passed on.
remained seated in my chair. |
do not think that had turned a
hair; yet an icy hand seemed to- be
! gripping my heart.
A quietly appointed electric
brougham turned in at the en-
trance to the cafe, and the man
who had introduced himself to me
as CASTOR Lcfevre descended. He
was looking very spick and span
dressed with the utmost care, and
apparently fresh from the bar
ber's. He approached and seated
himself by my side.
II will drink absinthe today,
Francois" he told the bowling
waiter "Sce that it is made as i
like it. Come, my FRIEND" he add
ed as he turned to me again,
throw away your wishy-washy
tea and join me-"
shook my head.
( "Alcohol is not one of the ne
cessities of life with me-" I said.
"It stimulates some, l suppose. II
merely depresses me. Tell me
what you know about the coming
Ut this man Greyes''.
"In the first place. them" Lee
fevre announced pleasantly as he
helped himself to one of my CT
garets and let it, "let me reassure
you. Greyes is not in Paris on
your account"
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