The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-03-10

you have an hour to spare, we will
drive in the Bots tomorrow
For the next few days | was inn
merscd in the complications of the
business which had brought me to
Paris. To my surprise, Janet called
for me at the hotel and we took our
drive in the Bots. 1t was easy to
realize that, whatever the business
which had brought her to Paris may
have been, it was of a disturbing
nature. She was nervous and i'll at
ease, looking around all the time as
though she was afraid of being OBJ
served. Somehow, l gathered when
we parted that she was obsessed
by some new fear, some underlying
dread of circumstances, of which,
however, she gave me no inkling.
At the end of the third day of
my stay a little conference was acid
in my salon between Guy Ennison-
who had worked in the English sec
ret-servicc during the war, and
whose headquarters had been in
Paris-myself and Monsieur Destin,
an eX-cnief of the police, now
member of, Lutarde's government.
The latter was short and corpul-
ent little Frenchman, with black
mustachc and imperial, vivid black
eyes and most vivacious manner.
"Sir Norman C-eyes," he said,
grasping my hand, "you are well
come. If you can help US to save our
chief, you are more than welcome
He is in danger-of that | am as
sured."
Much of the rest of his speech
was irrelevant. The gist of the mat,
ter, however, was contained in his
concluding sentences.
"Thcy will seek to strike through
his one weakness-his sentimental
ty, his excessive good nature. Phil
ippe Lutarde has always been low
err of women, afkindly and gener-
Gus lover He can resist no appeal to
his sympathics; and our French
public--you know. perhaps, how
strange they are. Whatever our own
private lives may be, we tolerate not
even indiscretions from our great
men. We glorify and sanctify them:
we place them on a pedestal; and
if they fall, we depose them from
our hearts. tAll nations have their
peculiar form of hypocrisy. That is
ours. Lutardc's daily life is being
examined at the present moment,
hour by hour
"By the police?" asked
"No! BY the agents of very
dangerous gang of criminals, whose
with the other side"
"Why not give warning to Mon
sieur Lutarde?"
That has been done. lie is haugh-
ty and impctuous. He will brook no
interference with his actions"
"Can meet him ?" suggested.
To-day at the British Embassy"
Guy EnnisoM replied. 1--WE have ar
ranged little luncheon. He does
not know your GRAND, and he
scarcely even3 realizes our anxiety.
Our conference broke up soon af-
terward. At luncheon l found Phil
lippe Lutarde gracious. charming
and brilliant. He had the clear skin
and bright eyes of younger man;
his snow-white hair was veritable
adornment. He was a delightful
companion, and easily understood
the enthusiastic adherence Of his
friends. Toward the close Of lunch
con Ennison spoke to him quite SER
iously of the existence of some con-
spiracy against either his life or his
honor. Lutarde only smiled.
my FRIEND" ne said, II much ap-
preciate all your efforts on my be-
half; but behold, / am seventy lv"-~s
old! A few years more or less of life
now are little. As to my honor, that
no enemy can besmirch. If l were
to surround myself witt, guards. as
YOU request, place myself in glass
house. l should live an artificial life.
/ know that without me things
might for time be difficult, and
relations between our two countries