Evening star., 1932-01-24

roads more closely than ever, and Mile zaza
had no sooner popped into camp than he pop
ped in from the other direction, anxious to get
a closeup. A ravishing young blonde. dressed
in the snappiest Paris fashions and the cutest
little hat, she hypnotiZed him at once. Bartoh
looked into her big blue eyes, never dreaming
that he was flirting with death, and decided
he would come back again.
The next day he came alone about lunch
time, leaving his bodyguard waiting for him
about mile up the mountainside
Mile Zaza, who had prepared delicious
lunch, suddenly had an idea. Instead of eat
ing at camp, they would get in Simonetti's car
and drive miles to pretty little waterfall
she had noticed and picnic there Barton,
completely charmed probably didn't realize that
he was putting long miles between himself
and his gang. The five-Simonetti his two
clerks, Bartoli and mademoiselle- to the
spot. On the way the charmer snuggled
against him, waiting her perfume ingenuously.
Hands up, you dirty kiler!" Simonetti sang
out sharply as they stepped from the car, COW
ering the bandit with his automatic. Bartolt
grabbed for his gun, but fraction of second
too late Simonetti snuffed out his life with
bullet In the neck
Mile Zaza powdered her nose carefully and
fiecked a bit of fresh rouge on her lips
TAKE the famous Koutepof kidnapping case.
the most mysterious affar That mas nap
pened in Europe for many years.
As successor of Grand Duke Nicholas
Nicoaievitch, Gen. Alexandra Koutepof was
the chief of an invisible but formidable Rus
sian monarchist military organization, COM
posed OF emigres, spread all over the Continent.
In case OF an uprising in Russia this organixa-
tion could furnish officers and noncoms, all
veterans, to train and handle an army of sew
eral million men. The organization sent spies
into Russia continually. It spied on Bolshevist
activity abroad. 1t got rid of particularly OBJ
noxious Bolshevist agents Koutepof was a
very painful thorn in Moscow's fesh and one
Sunday morning he stepped out of his home
in quiet Paris street and disappeared as If
the earth had swallowed him. He was seen
being whirled out of Paris in handsome big
limousine, with some one holding a handker-
chief over his nose, and that all. At least
a hundred OF the best sleuthS in France worked
on the case for six months without discovering
the least clue of what became of him. or even
of the car. mysterious somebody, probably
the French Governme;H, rcd through
newspaper a reward of $2O,0Je for information
and in veiled way promised immunity to any
Of the kidnapers who would turn states evi-
dence. No result A mans body can be easily
hidden, but to people who know what q fine
net the French police throw across the
country at a moments notice, 1t was incredible
that the big gray limousine evaporated into
thin sir, and not merely by being repatnted
and executed by a super-cunning mind with
long experience IN such intrigues and great
resources.
The heads Of the French police confess today
that 1t still a complete mystery in many
respects, but they have not the slightest doubt
that Koutepon was lured into the car a few
steps from his own door by female decoy
uNO you that pretty girl over in the
- corner with that handsome dark-skinned
devn?"
The French counter espionage man jerked
his thumb TO point out q couple in far
corner Of the tea room Of one OF the smartest
Paris hotels.
TITS an intriguing case that 7 only know
about by accident" he confided under his
breath THE man is Afghan. Belongs to
a wealthy family of Peshawar educated at
big English university speaks a dozen Ian
guages and could spend his life in leisure but