New Britain herald., 1923-03-12
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 Monsieur Lutarde searched hi taple' I watched him grimly.
 . You Will not find t." told him T saw her pick 1t up as she passed
 What shall we do?" he asked.
 Keep her waiting for few min etes and then go to the address sh, gave you. but nowhere clse," de cided. T am going to telephone tt Ennison. and I shall be there befor, you. If we sec this thing through we may find out who is at the bottom or 1t. will see that you run nc risk"
 The two drove of together after 4 brief delay. Ennison. to whom I had telephoned. picked me up in his car We made one more brief call, and reached the hotel as the taxicab con. taining Monsiur Lutarde and hi. companion was turning into the oth. CT end of the long street. Madame rom behind the glass windows of her bureau, eyed us a little suspiciously as we entered. engaged her. in con. fdential conversation, however, re. specting a suite, and she did not even notice the three or four men who had followed us at intervals into the hotel and who disappeared in various direc- tions. Presently I heard the taxicab stop. I made an excuse, and we hur- ried into the salle a manager. Janet. followed by Monsieur Lutarde who, although he had taken off his hat, feld 1t in front of his face. crossed the floor swiftly toward the lift. Madame held out her key, which Ja- net accepted with little nod. They passed into the lift, and we heard it ascend. I returned to the bureau. I allowed myself to show much inter- est.
 But surely. madame" whis- pered, that was Monsieur Lutarde, the great statesman, who entered with the lady?"
 Madame smiled at us knowingly.
 Tn effect it is he," she admitted. Madame is the wife of an old client, an American gentleman who left this evening for London"
 "A love-affair?" I queried under my breath.
 Madame shrugged her shoulders.
 
 What can one do?" she mur- mured. "Only hope that Monsieur will never discover. He has a vio- lent temper. An! The merciful heavens! It is Monsieur himself who returns! Now there has tragedy arrived indeed!"
 Into the hotel, with his coat-tails flying behind him, came q man whom at first I did not recognize. I myself had stepped back out of sight, and I watched the scene. The newcomer acted his part we'll
 My key, madame he shouted, banging his fist against the counter.
 Madame pretended to search for it. She too had been schooled in her part. So had the guests. who. with little crowd of reporters, came clos ing around.
 But have it not, monsieur" the woman faltered. Madame her. self"
 The newcomer strode toward the lift, which I imagine was willfully delayed. He shook the gates and pressed the bell furiously. Madame leaned over the counter.
 But what ails monsieur?" she de- manded.
 What ails me?" he replied at the top of his voice, speaking now in broken French, now in English with an American accent. q tell you that not three minutes ago ] saw my wife enter this hotel with man she who saw me off, as she thought, at the Care du Nord not an hour ago! A curse upon your lift, ma dame! This is a plot" He turned and run for the stairs, followed by little crowd among whom easily escaped detection. We reached the second floor. The man, who now, to my amazement, I real- ized must be Stanfleld, was banging | at the panels of a closed door, and | shouting. Tt is locked." he cried. knew | it! Locked! Open, Suzanne! You | gain nothing by this. I come if blow the hotel about your ears!" The door opened. A few of us | were almost pushed in. Janet, with | her face buried in her hands, turned away Monsieur Lutarde, not wholly | at his ease, stood there with folded arms.
 "Who are. you, sir, and what are you doing in my salon?" Stanfield demanded fercely.
 T am here at your wife's bidding to receive a message which she as- sures me that her husband has