New Britain herald., 1923-04-09

make my way to safety as easily al
| shall canter across this moor"
He leaned suddenly toward me-"
Send the women on for mo-
nient," he begged. II have a word
for YOU alone"
Janet turned her horse at once In
obedience to my gesture. Beatrice
however, fingered, She was gazing
across at my companion. saw their
eyes meet, and It seemed 10 me a
strange thing that such look should
PASS between those two. Then ! saw
Michael shake his head.
She turned and rode slowly after
Janet but refined In her horse scarce
ly twenty PAGES away. Michael rode
up 10 my side. He had dropped his
weapon back into the loose pocket
OF his riding coat. He was at my
mercy. and he knew 1t, Yet, rightly
enough. he had no fear,
Norman Greyes." he said, "this is
the end OF our duel, for ] have
finished with life as you and ! I'M
derstand life. Fate has made us
enemies, Fate might more than once
have given either OF us the others
life. Those things are finished"
You speak as though you were
making a voluntary retirement--yet
how can you hope to escape?"
asked him. There Is price upon
your head wherever you turn"
u am not here to speak about my
self" he answered indifferently. Il
want word with you about that
girl"
about Beatrice Kindersley?"
YES"
what can you have to say about
herr" demanded, puzzled. al
though the memory of that look was
still with me.
Never mind . You know life,
Greyes. You know that the greatest
Of us are great because OF our follies.
That girl is the folly Of my later life.
There is a touch Of romance in her.
\ sentiment For Gods sake, Greyes,
1ont sit and look at me like a
craven image. BE a human being |
md say that you understand"
! remembered that look, and
nodded. II understand" I said 60
,n.'
TELL her, then, for the love of
ieaven, who and what l am. Tell
Ter that 1 have wives living, women
whom / have deceived in every quar-
er of the globe. Tell her that a
,oliceman's hand upon my shoulder
would mean the gallows in England
,r the electric chair in America.
"trip off the coverings. Show her
he raw truth. Tell her that I am
at heart from the sheer love
# crime"
"I'll tell her what you say" I
,romised.
damn it, man." he answered pas
ionately, as he turned his head to /.
rindward for a moment and swung
ound his horse. Tell her nothing
rom me; tell her from yourself!
-ou know the truth, If any man does.
live her pain, if you must. Show
er the ugly side. AS man to man.
'reyes, enemy to enemy, swear that
ou will do this"
II swear" l answered.
He must have touched his horse
nth mis- WHIP, uHSceH ny iIleJ loI llC
lords had scarcely left my lips be-
ore he was galloping away, making
or the loneliest and bleakest part of
he moor. I heard a stifed cry from
'eatrice, cry that was almost a
OBJ.
Michael Takes Up the Story
/ lunched one Sunday morning al
he Cafe de Paris with my friend
aston Lefevre. the well-known in
france agent of the Rue Scribe-a
lncheon specially planned to cele-
rate the winding-up Of one of the
reatest coups of our partnership.
You must now be a very wealthy
an, my friend" I.efevre said to me
trifle enviously.
II have enough" / answered. ''As
matter of fact. that is one of the
asons why l have decided to levy
, more contributions upon the fools
the world"
you are not going to retire." Le-
vre cried in tone of alarm.
Absolutely" l assured him. Il
we burned all my boats in England,
all ciphers, sealed up my
cret places of refuge and said
oddly to all my friends"
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