Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1923-03-16

fascinated amazement OF one who
looks upon a new thing IN life. janet
was crouching back upon the couch.
shrinking away from me as Iar as
possible, her fingers tearing to pieces
some shred Of antimacassar. sud-
denly she sprang like q cat between
her husband and me. lHe saw his
chance and leaped for til Gy1T. The
crowd OF stupefled people opened as
though by magic to let him pass. l
lowered my pistol and shouted
warning at the top OF my voice.
There was the sound of a shot be-
low. and the trampIng Of many feet.
A gray-haIred, well-dressed man
with a red ribbon in his buttonhole,
whom / afterward discovered to be
the editor Of a leading journal.
pushed his way through.
"Monsieur," he said to me, sis
there any answer to this riddle?"
You will find it below" ar
swered shortly. There has been a
plot to compromise the personal
honor of Monsieur Lutarde here,
which you have seen frustrated. The
| in ured husband is an English crimi-
nal. His wife"-I hesitated-"is his
laccomplice Monsieur Lutarde has
never seen either Of them before In
his life,"
Ennison entered, accompanied by
Monsieur Lutarde's private secretary
and a parsonage whom / recognized
as a high official of the French court.
There was q great deal Of rapid con-
versation between the four, min"
gled outpouring Of congratulations
and wonder. Then we all moved to-
ward the door. touched Ennlson
on the arm.
what about stanfeld?" I In
quired eagerly.
Escaped for the moment" was
the reluctant admission. He got
through the back premises OF the
hotel, somehow"
They were fling out Of the room.
I 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 I am aware of" replied.
I'VE needed money" she declared
hardly. He had spent everything.
and I had only what I earned as g
dressmaker. The people who stood
behind this affair were generous. 1t
would ali have been so easy and so
safe If you had not interfered. / be-
gin to think that you are my evil
genius, Norman Greyes."
~ you need money to get you
back to England" I said, ''you can
apply to the British consul, / will
arrange It for you" 49,.
A QUARTER Of an your later we
"A sat among the most snosmopoli-
tan crowd in the worlo outside
the Cafe de la Paix, slipping our alb.
sinthe and watching the passers-by.
"a very successful evenings
work." Ennison declared thoughtful
ly.
$50 far as It goes" I acquiesced.
AFTER all, though, a man with so
many enemies can never be alto
gether free from danger"
1--WE have gone tonight farther
than you think" my companion as.
sured me. THE agents Of the
French police who were with us ex-
tracted confessions from the hotel
proprietor and his wife, among
others, which implicats some very
well-known people. From this eve
ming Monsieur Lutarde is free from
the danger of any attempt upon
either his life or his honor
90 that case" agreed, sour
work has indeed been we'll done"
Many months afterward a curious
ly insignificant episode of those next
few minutes was brought forcibly to
my mind. Near us a very precise
and elderly man, with a red ribbon
in his buttonhole, raised his hat to
Ennison as he passed us. My com.
ranion returned his salute, and 7
watched his dignifed wandering
among the chairs until he found one
to lis liking. The waiter, seeing him
APPROACH, bowed low and hurried
away 1Fjthout waiting for his spoken
order.
who vas that?" I inquired curl.
ously. E,
IAN insurance agent In the Rue
Scribe" Enaison replied. His name,
think, is CASTOR Lefevre."
"a type" / observed. 6s&s&sN
There are many here" he as.
S'D'su' s@s -. ss;si III ~, lid
"The Three Malefactors," fifth !
story of this remarkable series,
will begin in our next issue. III