The Washington times., 1938-01-22

seeks the adVlce OF a gypsy
during the World War.
THE GYPSY, who seems
to know a lot about the busi-
ness of others.
the other side-and she, the
gypsy, would receive a rich re-
ward, if the plot succeeded.
She laughed hoarsely. "Ah, but
my lord is clever"
She drew him on. Bit by bit,
ever more clearly, she outlined his
activities.
She left generalities and her
speech became less involved. She
mentioned facts and, imperiously,
asked questions, to which he re-
piled.
He was past caution-he was
painting with greed and the lust
for revenge. All, that woman with
the flaming hair!
PLAN is READY
At last, the plan was ready. He
spoke long and frankly. This and
that to be done-for so much
and if the gypsy betrayed him
well, he was powerful-he would
see to it that she should suffer.
She questioned again and at
the same time, insidiously, she
gave information a man had come
to her, she said, he had inquired
about the safety of great ships on
the seas-not on the Spanish sea
ON the wide Atlantic-great
ships, thronged with soldiers
who were coming across to fight
in the cause Of the cursed Allies {.
"American transports?" he
gloated. when? How many?"
She spun her tale glibly, and
leaving all pretense aside, he
whipped out notebook and took
notes.
"The stars say that you are
travelling again, my Lord" the
hag croaked, travelling where
there are soldiers in pale blue
you shall be received with honor
and be allowed to listen to many
plans and secrets.
"You shall learn there all about
the great ships from across the
sea. But you must hurry-for the
woman with flaming hair is also
on the trail -"
II go-tonight-I had planned it
so," he answered, "and when I re-
turn in week, you, you shall help
me get rid of the woman"
She did not rise to see him out,
but held out her claW-like hands,
and he laid several notes in them,
over which her henna-stained
fingers close rapaciously.
1T was in the stars" she said
exultingly, that a prince would
come to me, whose secrets I would
share :"
The Marquis of Castreglesias
flung out of the room.
Back in the witch's little room,
instantly, all was hustle and con-
fusion. Two men parted the cur
tains over the far wall and stepped
out into the room. The shorter
and older, dapper and smiling, was
the French military attache, and
the other, his aide.
STrpEPR ACTING
Marie, my child" the attache
exclaimed, 'but you were superb
merveilleuse-the voice, the ges-
lures! What gift, what gift!
yeah :" with violent ges-
lures, tore off the stifling black
wig, heavy with sequins. I un-
wrapped myself from the shawls
and wells and gasped and grum-
bled.
"Oh, somebody give me a ciga-
rette and drink! I'm smothered
I-I'm-I'm, 'ouf, what a joke!"
They provided me with my
needs.
You shall be among soldiers
in blue" the attache mimicked,
land you shall be received with
m u h honor Pah-all the
honor of concentration camp, in
fact
"SapriSti, but you have secured
Invaluable evidence for us! Short
of having made him sign the con-
fession, it is all here" he patted
the sheaf Of notes his aide held.
They left, highly elated. The
mystery of the Marquis de Castro
glesias' activities was a mystery
no longer!
The door opened softly and the
real gypsy waddled ina colorful
figure in her voluminous pleated
skirts, gaudy Shawls and heavy
strands of glass beads.
Ell, duShenka," she crooned,
land have you had a nice inter
view with your lover?"
"Oh, yes; oh, yes, mother :"
pressed into her hand the notes
the Marquis had given me-" Here
is something for you :. . to make
you forget E"
''The Demidova has already for
gotten" she assured me, "but it
was all in the stars, dushenka,
didn't I tell you so?
"A fine, highborn lover, eager to
meet you privately, and generous