The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-03-12

cat between her husband and me
He saw his chance and leaped TO,
the door. The crowd of stupefiec
people opened as though by magic
to let him pass. i lowered my pis.
tol and shouted warning at the
top of my voice. There was the
sound of shot below, and the
trampling Of many feet. i A gray.
haired, wel1-dressed man with a
red ribbon in his buttonhole, whom
afterward discovered to be the
editor of a leading journal, push
ed his way through.
"Mcnsieur," he said to me. "is
there any answer to this riddle %
you will find it below" | an
swered shortly. There has been
a plot to compromise the persona
honor Of Monsieur Lutarde here.
which you have seen frustrated.
The injured husband is an English
criminal. His wife"-I hesitated
lis his accomplish. Monsieur
Lutarde has never seen either of
them before in his life".
EnnisOn entered, accompanied
by Monsieur Lutarde's private Sc
cretary and a parsonage whom
recognized as a high official of the
French court. There was a great
deal of rapid conversation between
the four, a mingled outpouring of
congratulations and wonder. Then
we all moved toward the door. ]
touched Ennison on the arm.
What about Stanfield?" | in
quired eagerly.
Escaped for the moment" was
the reluctant admission. ''He got
through the back premises of the
hotel, somehow"
They were filing out of the ROOM
! was the last. Janet rose to her
feet. She stood there looking at
me.
What happens to me ?" she
asked.
There is no charge against YOU
that 4 am aware Of" l replied.
1--WE needed money!" she declar-
ed hardly. 'He had spent every
thing, and / had only what l earn
ed as a dressmaker The people
who stood behind this affair were |
generous. 1t would all have been
so easy and SO safe if you had not
mterfered. | begin to think that
you are my evil genius, Norman
Greyes."
IF you need money to get YOU
back to England l said, you can
apply to the British consul. / will
arrange it for YOU"
A QUARTER of an hour later
we sat among the most cosmopoli-
tan crowd in the world outside the
Cafe de la Paix, slipping our alb
sinthe and watching the passers-
by.
"A very successful evenings
work. Ennison declared thought
fully.
$50 far as it goes" acquiesced.
After all, though, man with so
many enemies can never be alto
sether free from danger"
''We have gone tonight farther
han you think" my companion as
'ured me. "The agents of the
Fl ench police who were with us ,
extracted confessions from the no.
eel proprietor and his wife, among !
'thers, which implicate some very
vell-known people. From this
'vening Monsieur Lutarde is free ,
rom the danger Of any attempt
upon either his life or his honor" )
"In that case," l agreed, "our
work has indeed been we'll done."i
Many months afterward a cur
ously insignificant episode of
hose next few minutes was
rought forcibly to my mind. Near
S a very precise and elderly man.
nth red ribbon in his button
ole, raised his hat to Ennison as
e passed us. My companion re-
urned his salute, and I watched
is dignified wandering among the ,
hairs until he found one to, his
king. The waiter, seeing him ap-
roach, bowed low and hurried
way without waiting for his
poken order.
who was that?" l inquired +;
"An insurance agent in the Rue
cribe," Ennison replied. His |
anne, think, is CASTOR Lefevre."
"a type" observed. /
There are many here" he as