Evening star., 1928-09-18

close to the Porte st. Ouen, No. 7.
monsieur, deuzienne etage."
Dighton thanked him again. He
did not stop to explain to the shop
man that the address he had just
given him was totally different from
the one written down In his notebook.
He did not suppose 1t would interest
him.
Strolling toward the Metro station
in the Place de la Concorde. he
turned the thing over in his mind,
trying to decide which address he
should 60 to first. 1t struck him as
odd that a retired detective. living
presumably on, modest pension,
should possess two distinct addresses.
There was the possibility that he had
moved quite recently from one to the
other-to the address Corlitt knew
Frenchman. seeing that Taverner's
late secretary had called on him In
Paris only matter of days before,
in which case 1t was rather extraordi-
nary that this change of habitat had
not drifted to the ears of the man who
profeSSed to know him so well.
The possibility CT two addresses in
trigued Dighton vastly. It suggested
a double existence, 1t made his theory
regarding Daudot and the Lizard all
the more feasible. The apartment in
the rue Albert Cloquet. he argued,
would be where he normally resided,
together with madame perhaps and q
growing family. The address near the
Porte Maillot, familiar to Corlitt and
Taverner. would be where business
might be conducted which did not fit
in with his late profession. Conveying
his nyporianno of Atlantic ond tie in =.
ventor to the British secret service
would come under this heading.
Supposing that his theory held water.
visit to the Porte Maillot address
might entail very serious risks for, al
though Daudot, the man with the
limp, had never set eyes on him, his
supposed other half would know him
in an instant. There still remained
the sporting chance, however, that
Taverner was right, and Dighton did
not relish the notion Of being taken
into the bosom of Daudot's family.
The respectable side of his existence
failed to thrill him one iota.
Descending the steps of the UNDER
ground railway. he booked to Etoile, as
being closer to the street he wanted
than Porte Maillot itself.
Returning to the daylight once
and presently the pretentious block Of
flats in which Corlitt and Daudot had
conversed so often.
The concierge, encouraged by So
franc note, wiped large hands on q
green baize apron and gave his views
on the tenant of the third-fioor fiat
without reserve.
A man like Monsieur Daudot might
keep certain affairs from the ears Of
his wits end to know which way to
change his name would be an absurdity.
La petite upstairs was pretty. He
would not deny that for one moment.
But extravagant! He raised his eyes
to the ceiling Monsieur was often to
his wits end to know which way to
turn to satisfy her.
"One needs to be millionaire nova
days, monsieur" he declared, ito in
dulge in such luxuries."
Dighton cleared his throat. The
mystery Of the two addresses was solved
already. In searching for the lair Of
a bandit, he had found only the home
of Daudot's mistress.
Monsieur is away, ] understand"
The concierge shrugged his shoulders.
HE has not been here for some DAYS.
monsieur. Mademoiselle Laroche Is In,
however"
I'm see her." decided Dighton-and
went up.
His knock brought footsteps hurrying
along the passage on the far side Of
| the door and presently woman's voice
spoke to him through the brass grille.
who is it?"
"A friend of Monsieur Daudot"
A pause-and the door opened about
foot, revealing section Of polished
parquet. a brightly distempered wall
and the head and shoulders of girl.
She eyed him suspiciously. fearfully.
who are you, monsieur" she de-