Evening star., 1938-01-02
Jonvory 2, 1888

j touched Marches CneekS ana tnen
|~left them pale again. "He is gallant
gentleman and shall always count
= him my friend from this hour. But
& that which he proposes is out of the
\ question thank you sincerely, but it
IS qmite out of the question" The roar
OF high-pOwered engine announced
the arrival of another car.
"He is here" Marcclle exclaimed.
II turned and stared out of the win
across the courtyard from torpedo
shaped racing car. He was dressed in
leather as if for the race track, but as
n he hurried along was removing goggles
and helmet. and saw dark. hawk
like face A few moments later the
Marquis de Saint-Severac came strid-
ing into the library.
Bowing slightly to Madame Vascelles
4 and ignoring her opening words, he
fixed his deep-set eyes on Marcelle.
why did you leave Paris?" he de-
manded ITO make me look ridiculous?"
She faced him unflinchingly. Etlenne
4 took step forward. confronted the
n Marquis. You shall not address my
h cousin in that manner while l am
sssoresent" he shouted furiously.
Madame Vascelles laid hand upon
his shoulder. There are courtesies we
must remember" she said in a cool
voice Guests are present. wish to
1introduce them to the Marquis"
! Saint-Sevcrac scarcely glanced in
Amy direction; his attention from the
youtset had been entirely divided be-
! tween Marcelle and Trevvy. He was a
sfascinatingly ugly man, lowbrowed
\ and with close-cropped hair which
served to accentuate the size of his
kenormous ears But his hands, noted,
were slender and delicate, the sincwy
hands of an expert swordsinan. He
! sglared at Trevvy.
h so you are the new recruit. to the
n ranks of these young lunatics" he said
!, s,contemptuously. Il should judge you
! old enough to know better"
. Trevvy inclined his head slightly,
land raising his nonocle surveyed the
Gspeakcr with mild curiosity. THE new
1recruit. sir, as you say" he said
lsMadame Vascelles touched his arm.
sBut shaking his head gently he went
ION, And entirely at your service"
4 IF l don't misunderstood you,"
ssaid the Marquis, sharply. Il should
sprefer to know your name"
n DE Treville"
I Enough of this tomfoolery! Your
sreal name. sir? Ah"' His small eyes
snarrowed. Il see Your accent bctrays
Hyou and the water-waved hair. You
are not Frenchman, you are some
damned fencing master who has been
Employed to assassinate mel!
My name" said Trevvy, patiently,
N'is dc Treville l regret the fact that
sdny hair displeases you. But in the
6 ! am prepared to over
ook your bad manners"
"Yon overlook my bad mannersv'
4 The slender hands became clenched as
athe Marquis took step forward.
s;'How dare your
stop" cried Marcelle Il am tired
aof your bullying! You bully everyone.
You know they have no chance against
you. But in this case -"
Il think" said Etienne in a>cold
1 voice, 'since this happens to be my
home. that in this case it is who
should protest" Stepping suddenly
forward. with his left hand he struck
| the Marquis resounding blow on the
4 side of the face
/, "Etienne" Madame Vascelles be-
| came deathly pale, and dropped back
into her chair from which she had
stood up. The Marquis remained per-
fectly motionless, but saw his mouth
twitching ssNagely as he glared at his
attacker.
"A towards blow" he said. "sinceI
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