Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-09-29


earnest. All can say is, he is welcome"
The young man from the reception bureau
once more approached their table
Il thought it would interest you, sir" he an
nounced addressing his chief, Ito see this gen.
tleman. He has asked for a corner table for
luncheon. He arrives now in the doorway"
They looked at him with very genuine curos-
ity. A well built young man. of little over
medium height, dressed in gray tweeds. His
complexion was Sun-burnt, his eyes blue, his
features good and there was quizzical curve
at the corners of his lips and faint lines by
his eyes which might have denoted humor-
Gus outlook.
Gustave Sordel looked at his victim with the
eyes OF the shearer who has opened his gates
to the sheep. He is of the type" he decided.
They believe in themselves. these young Eng
lishmen with systems We shall see.'
Monsieur Robert grunted once more "All
very well, GuStave," he declared; that man is
no fool. Discoveries are being made now which
have startled the world-things that were de-
clared impossible. Why should it not have ar
rived at last-the perfect system?"
The gambler with inspiration" Sordel OBJ
served, sometimes gives temporary inconven-
that we thrive. will drink to the health of
this brave man"
Andrew TfeSholm, an hour or so later, stood
upon the steps Of the hotel looking out upon
the gay little scene. A small boy, posted there
for that purpose, rushed to the telephone to
announce to eschefs de partie and officials of
the Casino the impending arrival Of this men
ace to their prosperity There was a little stir
in the hall, and every one neglected his coffee
anA et0 Nhn
porter approached with low bow and smile.
"The Casino, SIR" he announced, pointing to
the stucco building across the way
Il see 1t, was the somewhat surprised reply
"Darned ugly place, too!" :,
The man, who spoke only French, let it 70
at that Tresholm pointed to q quaint little
building perched on the side of the mountain
overhead.
what place is that?" he asked in French.
The Vistaero Restaurant, SIR" the man re-
. piled. THE SALES Privees have been open
since O'Clock. The Sporting Club viii be
open at T."
iTeSh0m showed no particular sign Of IN
terest In either announcement A moment
later ne descended the steps, and the four very
prosperous looking Frenchmen seated in the
lounge rose TO watch him.
The battle commences" Gustave Sordel er
claimed, with q chuckle.
commence, for Tresholm stepped into a yery
handsome two-seated car which a chauffeur
had just brought round, took his place at the
wheel, and skirting the gardens, mounted the
hill
"ta, hat" Monsieur Robert joked. your
victim escapes, Gustave"
On the contrary" was the complacent replv.
"he mounts to the bank"
In less than half an hour, instead of dealing
out MS packets Of mile notes to the ghouls of
the Casino according to plan, Andrew Tresholm
was leaning over the crazy BALCONY of the most
plcturesquely situated restaurant in Europe.
looking down at what seemed to be a collection
OF toy buildings out of a child's play box. A
waiter at his elbow coughed Suggestively and
Iresholm ordered coffee He stretched himself
out in a wicker chair and seemed sineularlv
content. The afternoon was warm and
Iresholm, who had i'll endured the lack of VEN
tiatiOn In his so-called train de luxe the night
before, dOzed peacefully in his chair He awoke
70 the sound Of familiar voices-a woman's mu.
ritable
Cant you understand the common sense
OF the thing, Norah?" the latter was arguing.
The luck must turn. It's got to turn. Take
my case. I've lost for four nights. Tonight.
therefore. I am all the more likely to win.
What's the good Of going home with the paltry
sum we have left? Much better try to get the
whole lot back"
Five thousand pounds isn't paltry sum by
any means" the girl protested 1T would
make things much more comfortable for u.s.
even though you still had to 60 on at your
job"
Darn the job" was the vicious rejoinder.
Tresholm, who was now quite awake rose
deliberately to his feet and moved across to
them.
DO ], by any chance, come across my young
friends Of Angouleme once more in some slight
trouble? Can be of any assistance?"
The youth glanced across at him and scowled.
The girl swung round
Mr.. Tresholm!" she exclaimed. Fancy your
being here! Aren't we terrible people, squab-
bling at the top of our voices in such a beau