New Britain herald., 1924-07-21
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I stayed awaile longer watehin,
 less valuable things as they were que
 toned or, but I noticed no ono pres
 ent who seemed 10 ofrer me chanc,
 of future profit, They were all de
 cent. wcll-hred folk, and il is not upor
 these that l wage my warfare. N,
 gentleman or lady need ever fear th.
 activities Of John Ainslcy. There ar,
 enough vulgarians in the world foi
 mo to prey upon.
 So l left, dismissed Anderson
 from my mind. After all needed AT
 opportunity for the exercise of m,
 talent, and there was no opportunit, here.
 IL was sheer accident that mad, me lunch that day at the Mirabeau
 The winelike air and the bright sur made me continue down the Avenue
 as far as Washington Square. and
 then I discovered that I was hungry
 Tho Mrabeau, the resort of lovers of
 good food, was the nearest place. dropped in there. surrendered myself 10 the discretion of the yoluble 1 French waiter who attended me, and l began a hearty meal.
 paid little attention 10 my fellow guests, an almost evenly divided mix
 ture of Bohemians. business men and Frenchmen. l notice that those who scrutinize their neighbors in public places invite an equal scrutiny and
 so keep my eyes upon my plate. I
 am content that few people know me
 by sight. and that still fewer knew me by the name under which choose to masquerade.
 But a waiter stumbled against me and in acknowledging his quick apol pgy. looked up. Just beyond Him saw TWO people. One was the hunchback whose humiliation--tl- though he had not at the time seemed aware of it-I had resented today. The other was the most dangerous man In Europe, the man whom l had outwitted months ago. Monsieur Ar mand, Cochet, known to the under world and the police of Europe as the master criminal leader of the world. the White Eagle.
 Myself? Ah, I say that Cochet is the greatest criminal leader 1 work alone, needing no gangsters to carry out my orders. using no machinery save my own hands and mind in the achievement of my triumphs Also, If more need be said on the question Of the relative abilities of the White Eagle and myself you who have read my memoirs will remember the af- lar Of the Club of One-eyed Men. and VIII not have forgotten that 1 scored off the White Eagle in that instance.
 For that natter I knew that the white Eagle had not forgotten it, | ana while l may lay claim to at least | an ordinary courage, will confess 1 that. as I met those fierce blue eyes panic assailed me.
 The great curved beak which was his nose and which, in conjunction with ms white hair, had given him ms nickname: the wide mouth, thin lpped, with sneering droop at ono corner; and the 1.-the body, still pow 'riul despite his years--these filled ne with fear that l had never lno"n before. And have seen the ,raS-clad boche leaping down into he trench where l was standing
 And then l was able to bauish fear Tor l remembered that the White lagle did not know the face of the nan who had tricked him months go. True, one of his followers knew ne, but men are rarely recognized bv Iescriptions. And even as gave llsseIt thls assurance. the White 'agle glanced carelessly away, and e and his companion followed the 'aiter to a table.
 l heard thcm state that they were Npecting a third person. -nd I took he chance that that third person ! | 'as not the one-eyed follower Of the White Eagle who knew me by sight Or where the White Eagle flew. ! nere must me prey. had robbed | I'm or his quarry before: l might do
 again.
 And this was game worthy of / " talent Robbing stupid profteers :, ardly gave me excitement. Rut | matching meat from the taons of the Vhlte Eagle was mans sportS nlled as l thought of the elaborate | rganizaItons ruled by M. Mochct. Fhat trismph if once again I could ', lake that organization work. not for s master, but for myself.
 Fear counseled me to nay my checL I nd quletly depart. Pride told me ! lat II ] continued the easy road. my :, enius would desert me. called yself an artist: in my heart I knew n lat was worthy Of that title. Rut 'e artist who of deliberate choice ' ants pot boilers ceases 10 be an ar U st. had wished to- rob Anderson. :,
 gross. stupid man without wit to ' 'pe with me if decided 10 asssil |. s security. Had I snatched Ander- :, ms box, it would have been an act e
 common robbery. II Ieet had for moment considered ling that very thing. Why? Be use my wits were growing rusty 2 pm disuss. Here was a chance to arpen them. And even as I said is tn myself. I realized that I had { oken the truth. For into the res- nrant came Marcus Anderson. and
 joined the White Eagle and his nchback companion.
 My dear Duke" cried Anderson. 'o MohSieuT Armhnh Iocnet. me hite Eagle. was a duke! The scn- ientalities that April had brought me left me for good.
 Beyond Anderson's salutation to x ] couple who awaited him. could IF no more of their speech. Only :
 multimillionaires snobhish de- I ht at knowing q gentleman of title