Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-01-23


was where Coriot was hiding for the
time, safely as she and he thought
II know went on Dornay's agent.
that Dornay will win much reputa
ton IL he captures your lover. I do
not want him to capture M. Coriot. l
do not want him to win advancement
For every gain to him is gain to her.
| advise you to telegraph NJ. Coriot TO
hy. Doorway little dreams who II is
that is spelling his little plan for him.
the miserable betrayer. And | will
betray him In turn
y +
UEOR a better man than DOruay
loves me now-Dornay's best
friend and closest co-worker. 1t is
through him that learn of every step
Dornay makes and will see TO IL that
Dornay rues the day he threw me
over for that green.eyed woman
Mile. Saurel studied her visitor but
said not a word.
ut is the man who loves me that is
watching your own lover at this mo-
ment. He Is playing the part of a
Swiss French art dealer and Is friend
| ly now with NJ. Coriot. I am sorry to
give him away, but he would not gain
anything by capturing your lover
| Dornay would see to 1t that no one
but himself got all the credit. Tell
your lover to fly
| Mile. Saurel rose. II don't under
kstand anything of what you've been
saying Good afternoon
| The other left in an excellent imita-
ton of disgust at Mile. SAurel's stu.
pidity.
Mile. saurel did some quick think
ing. 1t was safe neither tb telephone
nor to telegraph. But sincb the police
l. l.
! would be no harm in maknE~all haste
to go to him and warn him.
She snatched up an overnight bag,
took the first train south, arrived at
| Huyeres and burst into her loverS
room.
"Plerrer' And she told him what
she had learned.
The slender. wiry. keen.faced man
controlled himself with an effort 80
that Goujon Is a flick. Is he? Well,
he shall dine with us tonight!" he
said grimly.
"Goujon" did dine with Coriot and
his mistress that night: and apparent
ly dined and wined too well. For he fell
asleep at the table. and II took a doc
tor half the night to bring him out
Of the Inconsistencies into which the
drugged wine had sent him.
BY that time Coriot and his lady had
had time to pack their things, get,
into machine. ride to the Italian
border at Mentone. hire a launch and
get into the Italian Riviera by water.
1t was night. They knew the boat.
man and were sure they were not fol-
| lowed. so convinced were they that BY
drugging "Goujon" they had wiped
out the trail behind them. Which was
Dornay's hope that they would think
that.
For so long as Coriot thought him.
self safe he would remain at Huyeres.
Dornay's trick with "Goujon" was to
get Coriot to fly and to think himself
safe from pursuit.
IN the thrust and parry of the duel
of wits between himself and Coriot.
Dornay won to the extent Of finding
himself one night with four detectives
and three Italian carabinieri knocking
at the door of an exquisite little villa
high up on a hillside in the Italian.
Riviera. A faint light in one OF the
windows went out instantly. But no
one came to the door.
Dornay threw a stone through tho
window where the light was seen and
| shouted up:
Let us in, Coriot, or we'll have to
smash the doori'
There was a long pause. Then a
mans voice replied:
eff you enter the house shall
shoot at a little box have here. Then
there will be an explosion. And a lot
of beautiful things you are interested
pity"
II don't believe you, CoriotP Dor
nay retorted. IF you didn't love
those things you would have sold
them. You won't smash them. though
you will fight for your life. We're
comingr'
He signaled, and a heavy garden
bench in the hands of four men made
kindling wood of the door. The men,
OF the arresting party, revolveIn in
| hand, rushed into the hall and were
met with a salvo of shots from TIVE
revolvers blazing at them from the
dark at the head of the stairs.
There was a furious duel for some
moments; then a cry; then only one
revolver kept firing on the floor above.
But Coriot's voice, shrill with pain,
called out:
I'VE surrender! I'm hit! Suzanne,
stop firing"
Nor came the voice of Mile.
Saurel, and with it more shots from
| her.
Doorway. don't hurt herl I'll get her
| to stop firinE''
The men below. glad OF a parley.
let up on their attack, though thew
Kept deep in the dark. They heard
Coriots voice pleading with Suzanne
mat as he was wounded badly 1t would
| do no good to continue.
Then we will die together. and
| the Things will 90 xxyffh -
them up!''
No. Suzanne, nor' Coriot cried In
anguish Not those beautiful thinRn
| got for you. l won't have them de-
stroyed."
Dornay, crouching by the side Of the
stairs, weapon in hand, did not alto
getner believe the parley going ON
ABOVE them. But soon they heard
Mile. Saurel's voice:
Lights. for Gods sake. sur.
render. Pierre is dying"
Cautiously Doorway crept up the
stairs and tossed a box of matches to
where the two lovers were presum-
ABLY huddled on the stairs. The rattle
OF the box was heard, there was the
scratch OF q match.
BY the light Of the match she waA
holding Mile. Saurel, on her knees,
was trying to stop the flow Of blood in
ner lovers chest. Dornay ran up.
snatched up two revolvers lying by
the woman's side, and knew the battle
was over. Coriot, badly wounded, was
carried into the nearest room and
given first aid
Meanwhile, Dornay eagerly explored
the house. 1t was q treasure trove,
furnished with choice bits Of art looted
by Coriot from nearly a score of Paris
homes.