Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-01-02

the window. and was on the point or
beginning to undress when suddenly
an illuminating flash of "reminiscences
chased away all his droWsiness. There
came back to him In a vivid detail the
dream of the afternoon and the re-
atty behind the empty room. the bird
flown, the disappointment, the long,
profitless search in Berlin, in Paris,
in Barcelona His eyes flashed. He
was back again in that remote world
of action where the past years of his
life had been spent.
six years. he muttered to himself.
After six years.
He slipped his hand into his bag.
felt something hard, and thrust it into
his pocket Downstairs the voices i'll
the bar parlor had recommended. at
the entrance of a couple or late
Corners.
NICHOLAS GOADE, filled with a
rekindled spirit Of adventure,
stepped into the moon-drenched street.
descended the HILL passed through
the white gate. along the tangled
path. down the crazy steps and paused
before the ancient. green-painted door,
There was light shining in the down
brave man, was cautious. Keeping
close to the wall. he leaned toward
the window and looked in. There was
a chink in the white muslin curtain,
and the interior OF the apartment was
plainly visible. 1t was an ordinary
sitting-room with beamed roof and
plastered walls, but upon the oak table
there was a vase of flowers, cushions
upon the old-fashioned chairs, few
etchings upon the walls, very beauti-
full statuette upon the table, ana
books-masses of books--in every pos
sible place. The map was standing
in a meditative attitude with his arm
resting upon the chimney piece, and
from somewhere close at hand, but in
an unseen corner of the room, came a
faint familiar clicking-the clicking
of a typewriter. Goade stole back
from his place. raised the latch Of the
door softly, and stepped into the room.
The woman at the typewriter raised
her head with little exclamation; her
companion looked at the intruder
steadily but without change of ex-
preston. Upon the table, just out OF
his reach, Goade saw once more the
cleaning object of which he had
caught a glimpse through the window.
The man made no movement toward
stead a little farther away from it.
Come in, Goade." he invited.
Goade entered He was back again
in his old life, steel-nerved, swift of
thought and movement. Without any
appearance of haste he had leaned
over, the old Fashioned revolver WAS
in his hand. slipped into his pocket to
join his own more deadly weapon.
The man nodded indifferently
quite right" he approved. Make
sure of things this time, Goade. ]
brought that out just to look at and
TO remind me of old days, but it is
years since / even possessed a car
fridge. You never met my wife. /
think. This is Mr.. Goade, my dear
Mr.. Nicholas Goade-~who has always
shown a great interest in me. at any
rate"
Goade, seldom at a loss. for the
moment felt words elude him. The
woman who gaZed from behind the
typewriter appealed to his fancy even
more than her husband Her face
lacked his pallor, her complexion in
deed was the sunburnt olive Of the
gypsies of the neighborhood. but her
lips were of a full. natural scarlet,
and her eyes were full of serious light.
Her hair was purple black. She was
thin almost TO fraglllty.
MY husband told me that you had
found your way here she said, look
ing at him earnestly. I'VE want to
know what you are going to dor
"My duty, naturally. There has
been a warrant out for your husband 8
arrest for the last six years"
AN ancient story the man ex-
claimed. almost .irritably. You are
very good policeman, Goade, and
policemen have good memories.
am Philip Lennier, wanted for pub
fishing seditious documents Of an in
fiammatory nature, and for shooting.
with intent to kilt. a man who went
by the name of Edward Moss. The
scoundrel recovered, / believe"
HE recovered" Goade admitted.
1.-THE nature of the charge, however,
remains unchanged
quite SO. This matter, however.
IS not quite so simple as it seems to
you. Six years, you say this warrant
has been out?'
"A little longer than six years"
Then another hour will make very
little difference Lennier observed
coldly. You have my only weapon.
/ have no accomplices or hope Of out.
side aid in any direction. You can
have my parole, If you will. to come
with you when you wish. All that /
ask Is that in the mea ntime you spare
me half an hour of your time"
us 1t worth while?" Goade pro-
tested. II am not your Judge. Any
thing that you have to say had better
be said elsewhere"
Lennier shook his head
There are reasons" he insisted,
why what / have to say must be
said to you. / admit your limited dis
erection. but it can do you no harm
to listen.'
You will be SO generous as to do
that. please" the woman begged.
1t shall be as you WISH" Goade
assented. II am, however, as YOU
have reminded me, merely a police
man, and the warrant is still in
force.
THE woman came and sat between
him and her husband. The latter
went to a cupboard, dragged out some
manuscripts and papers and laid
them upon the table.
II don't want to make a mistake
about this, Goade," he said. Mine is
q difficult case to present. II I be.
lieved that you were just an ordinary
official. IL l hadn't some sort of an
idea OF the kind of man you are, I
dare say wouldn't venture. As it is,
am going to try a little gamble"
II have warned YOU" Goade said,
"of how little use 1t can be-
you do not know" the woman
commented.
There was a pause of several Sec
onds From the street they heard
the cheerful voices of the two late
stayers at the inn passing on their
way homeward. The bur of the