Evening star., 1927-05-08
By Perciual Christopher Wren
eir Happiness and Security-And They

what sort of a fight an amateur
champion heavyweight could put up.
But strategy first, strength and
| skill afterward. for he was playing a
terrible game, with his wife's happi-
ness at stake, not TO mention his own
| liberty.
With n groan, he artistically smote
| his knees together and sank TO the
ground That would gain little time
anyhow, and they'd hardly carry him
| to Fort. st, Jean nor waste a cab fare.
| lie wasn't quite certain as to the
neartst way from the Cannebiere to
| Fort ST Jean but he remembered that
| it was down by the water front. Yes,
| he could again see its quaint old tow
| er. like a lighthouse, and its draw.
bridged moat, as he closed his eyes.
Part of the way to 1t would be the
way to tho p & Q. wharf at Mole &,
or whatever it was.
Would they take him by tram ?
That might complicate matters. If
| they We're going to do that, should he
make his break for liberty at once. or
on the journey, or at the end of it?
1t would be comparatively easy to
make a dash before or after the tram
ride, but they'd surely never let him
| escape them from a crowded tram,
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would settle it. He'd fight and run
the moment handouts We're produced.
You can't run in handouts, although
you think you can. Would they
shoot? 1t would be terrible to be
winged in sight of the ship.
Was the T. & o. wharf British soil.
as we'll as the ship? Almost certainly
not.
Lieut.. Legros kicked him in the
ribs
Get up, tricheur," he shouted. He
was in his element, and fairly gloated
over his victim, who only groaned and
collapsed the more.
TO those of the crowd who realized
that he was an Englishman he was
an object of pity; to those who con.
cluded that being a Legionary. he
was German. he was merely an OBJ
1ect of interest
The officers who had been sitting
with Legros departed in some dis.
gust, and the crowd changed, eddied.
and thinned. Only a sick man being
attended to by couple of gendarmes!
These latter grew a little impatient.
The sooner they could dispose OF this
hne fellow the better, but they GER
tainly weren't going to march to
Fort st. Jean at the request of a
lieutenant of Legionaries Let the
army do its own dirty work.
They'd run him in all right to the
nearest lookup, and he could be
handed over to the military authori-
ties, to be dealt with, whenever they
liked to fetch him.
He had better be taken to the Do.
lice station on a stretcher," suggested
one of them. 1T would appear that
he has tainted"
Stretcher." roared Legros, and
spat. ''Pah. That is not how we
deal with swine of Legionaires who
sham sick. Stretcher. Drag him face
downward by one toe at the tail of
dust cart more likely"
Ohio. Police station, was 1t? Not
Fort st. Jean Immediately. And
where might the nearest police station
be, wondered the PROSTATE English.
man. He must not let them get him
there. The boat would sail at mid
night, whether he were on board or
not--and once the door Of the cell
closed on him 1t would not open till
the morning.
Perhaps he had better take his
leave at once. Unless they went in
the direction of the docks for some
part of the way, it would be a cruelty
Furnishing run. Just as bad for them
though. and he'd back himself against
any of these beefy old birds for a
four-mile race.
His wife must be halfway there by
now-more, if d'Armentieres urged
the cocher, as he would.
Was it likely that d'Armentieres
would collect a guard OF gendarmes,
dock police, soldiers, or customs of.
ficials at the wharf gate or the ships