The Washington times., 1938-10-05

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his duties were over at the hotel,
impaired more intelligence about
the mysterious Marquesa and we
settled down, annotating and talk
ing over the various bits Of in
formation we had painstakingly
secured.
Mind my words. Madame" he
said, "the old toad never lets those
letters out of her sight. She must
carry them concealed in her
clothes until she delivers them IN
Berne."
I agreed, but it seemed that,
short of kidnapping the lady, we
should never clear the mystery,
and kidnapping that particular sus-
pect would not be so easy 1.
Charles, however, was sanguine
and outlined various more or less
impracticable plans.
When Charles had left to re-
sumo his duties at the villa
Mont Blanc" suddenly realized
with dismay that time had flown,
my young sons supper-hour-five
o'clock-had gone and he and his
temporary governess were not
back.
LATE FOR SUPPER
was not unduly anxious, for al
though the child and Liselotte
conversed mostly in signs, they
got on splendidly together and I
knew that she watched over him
like a hawk. Still, she was very
stupid and an accident was always
possible.
Three-quarters of an hour
passed. was getting frantic
something must have occurred!
ran down to the hall and inquired
of the porter, then I ran up to my
room, dressed rapidly for the
street and was ready to go forth
and patrol the streets of the little
town for the missing pair-per-
haps notify the police-when
there was a clatter in the corridor
outside, the door flung open and
my son rushed in, followed by a
disheveled and flushed Liselotte.
Both spoke at once, with excite.
ment, and I could not make head
or tail of the story. Quiet now"
admonished, "Liselotte, sci ruhig
Claude. tell me what hap
pened :"
"Well, mommie," he pouted,
"Liselotte has gone loony, I fink.
wanted to buy tin soldiers, then
we were going to the shop, then
she took my hand and she runned
to the station an we went to
Gstaad on the train and we went
to the skating rink an it was fun
an then she grabbed my hand
again and runned to the station
an we jumped on the train when
it was already going an the guard
was very cross an fink that
Liselotte is quite folle," he ended
up breathlesSly, "an' mommle, I
am quite morto di fame an may
have my supper :"
Nov, Liselotte, what Is 1t all
about?" asked severely.
Liselotte looked at me reproach-
fully, then shook out her jacket,
which she carried over her arm
and from the folds something
dropped, which she retrieved and
handed to me in silence: large,
flat, pigskin satchel, the exact
replica of the one I had missed!"
MYSTERIOUS DOINGS
MY son instantly pounced on it,
his eyes bulging: "Mommie," he
shrieked, "Liselotte is wicked-she
is a thief-that belongs to the fat
Spanish lady-She was at the
skating rink an she was funny
she was trying to skate an she
wobbled :"
"Quiet-quiet :" said. Nov,
supper and bed, darling-Liselotte
must have made mistake-forget
all about it )" A hectic quarter
of an hour elapsed, while the boy
was having his supper and chat
tering.
Little by little, pieced up the
story: The Marquessa had gone to
Gstaad for a skating lesSon-LiSe-
lotte had spied the bag, which she
though was mine, followed and
somehow purloined it But it
was not until the child was safely
in bed that I had it out with her.
"Aber naturlich, gnadige Frau,