New Britain herald. [microfilm reel] (New Britain, Conn.) 1890-1976, 1923-03-08

vendetta began between Michael
sayres, man OF many crimes and
aliases, and Sir Norman Grcyos, once
OF Scotland Yard, when savers beau
uful houscmaid Janet saved him
from Sir Norman In the BriXton Of
fair by shooting dead the officer sent
TO arrest him. Janet became Savers
wife and aceomplice. lie escaped
Sir Norman twho knows him as
'Sianiield') after the Leeds bank
robbery. and had TO Zee the country.
Sayers himself here begins the story
OF his next exciting encounter with
Grcyes.
II was perhaps the greatest sur
prise of my life when the trim, be-
nerolent-l looking gentleman with the
red ribbon in his buttonhole, who
was sharing my scat in The .Jardins
DIES lnvalides, suddenly addres."d me
by name For over yonr--evcr
since, in fact my escape from the
English police in Scotland - | had
been engaged in the strenuous task
OF founding and cultiratinE a new
identity. My name was Mr.. John D.
Harmon. | was a retired dry goods
dealer from Providence Rhode Island
L. S. A., and ! spent most of my time
at the Grand Hotel, talking with COM
patriots and playing dominoes and
billiards. \ trip across the ocean, a
few days spent in Providence, and
general knowledge of the structure OF
American life, mad been all the actual ,
training necessary. ! had circle of
friends willing to vouch for me, whom
] could hav" increased almost ad lib;
dossicr accepted and pigeonholcd by
the police: general appearance
which, thanks to my manner of
dressing. my horn-rimmed eyeglasses, ,,
my short beard and mustachc, would |
have left me unrccognzed even under |
the scrutiny of the great Sir Norman |
Greyes himself. For many months .
had not even heard the sound OF one /
of those names under which l had ,
passed in England. 1t came upon
me, therefore, as a thInlcrclap when |
my companion. TO all appearance a !
person Of the upper and official /
classes, whom had noticed many
mornings when strolling in the gar
dens. deliberately went behind the |
many aliases of which | had made
Use at different times, and addressed
me by my baptismal name.
"a little chilly for April is il not.
Monsieur Michael Sayers? Yet the
spring marches well. You perceive
that the chestnut buds are already
waxy."
] turned little toward him, my
right hand stealing toward my pocket,
L ,tsttl Mt |
ing.
Permit me to offer you my card.
my com panion proceeded, drawing an
elegant case from his pocket and
handing me a thin strip of ivory
rasteboard. / read it carefully. My
eyes, however, were watching for any
movement on his part: Monsieur
CASTOR Lefevrc---A gent dc Compagnie
Il Assurances--12, Rue Scribe"
That. monsieur" my companion
frankly confessed lis not my name.
Indeed % | muttered.
TT is an identity" he continued.
which I have fixed upon the little
world in which ] spend the greater
cart OF my time, a name under which
[ have earned certain reputation, a
certain social standing. But it is not
my own. | was chrlstencd Paul and ,
my surname is Cont
1T was reported ] said, watching
him steadily, that Paul Cont had
ioined the secret police OF France. /,
A flicker of annoyance passed across
my companions face.
IF that were true. monsieur he
rejoined. Il should by now have be-
come their chief. I address you. be-
ljeve me, as one master craftsman to
another
why do you imagine that my
name is Michael Sayers"' | asked
He smiled,
Il take keen interest he con-
fided I'm the exploits OF my-shall ]
say fellow -adventurcrs' in other
countries. ] read with much amuse-
ment--not unmingled, believe me-
sir. with admration--of your escape
from the police in Scotland; and the
arrival of Mr.. John y. Harmon from
here shortly afterward,
also interested me"
You have your own secret agents
Certainly monsieur" he assented'
but they work for me and not Tor the
law"
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