Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-01-12

Tresholm was q man rarely i'll at ease bait q
certain fineness of sensibility inspired in him a
swift revulsion to his tawdry and meretricious
environment
"Mademoiselle," he said, you must forgive
me- but find these surroundings distasteful
Unless you can offer me an immediate explana-
ton Of the service which you require from me
must leave you"
"Have patience for a few moments. beg
AT least, let me unlock the door" he begged.
mot yet" she insisted There must always
be that delay Now explain"
He stood icily upon the other side of the
table. She poured out two glasses of cham
payne. drank one and threw the other upon
the floor
You know my nationality" she began For
the last few years there has been unrest in this
part of the world. I speak both languages. I
have many acquaintance In the war 1 was
in a government bureau"
She paused to listen for a moment.
60 on" he invited, little less coldly.
MY instructions came to me a month ago,
but first had to wait for three weeks. Since
then have been working. There is battle
ship in the harbor. My task was to make
friends with one of the officers. The ship is
fitted with some secret device for resisting tor
pedoes Halfway across the Atlantic she was
submitted to tests-you understand monsieur"
Quite well" Tresholm assented. Go on"
THE result of those tests" she continued
twas entered in the admiral's private diary
My task was to obtain the page upon which the
results were written, while he was in Toulon.
I succeeded"
Are you sure you haven't been hoaxed?" he
asked her.
CHE shook her head "A great deal was done
for me-" she confided. ION the first visitors
day some one whom have never seen In my
life took q wax impression Of the key Of the
small cupboard where the diary is kept. The
key was given to me four days ago. gave it
to my friend. Yesterday he brought me the
page. cut out"
Have you parted with 1t yet?"
They won't let me-" she cried almost hys-
terically. Il have been driven crazy The
French police are suspicious They have not
ventured to search my rooms, but there is an
agent Of the police outside my door who pre-
tends to be q fireman, and they follow me In
the street so that dare not post letter or
approach any OF my intimates here. My tele-
phone, know, Is guarded have been nearly
crazy with anxiety. The man into whose hands
was to pass the page of the diary has been
in the restaurant tonight, but had to signal
him to go away Opposite me sits Vigaud an
agent OF the French police. am terrified
Where is this page of the diary at the
present moment?" Tresholm asked
II have 1t with me-" she confided IT throw
myself upon your generosity. Monsieur My
heart has ached ever since did this thing.
repent sob at night with terror. That poor
boy! I saw his face this evening"
You mean the tall youth at the end of the
procession?"
Yes. They tell me If it is discovered he
will be shot. want the page restored to him."
What would be the good of that?" Tres
holm pointed out You can't cut page out
of q diary and replace it,
This Is different" she told him eagerly
1.-THE book is Of q different fabrication Each
day of the week Is on q separate page with
holes at the top through which two clips pass.
The poor boy still has the key. He could ut
least take his chance Of replacing It,"
How are you going to communicate with
him."
Il can't" she cried, but you could"
Even II did" Tresholm deliberated ~
seems to me long odds about his being able to
replace It, Has any one discovered 1t is mss-
ing?"
II will tell yoI, monsieur, what has hap