Evening star., 1940-01-10

Embassy Welles Sanford phones the
surete Generate Pierre Bornet responds
sd nas " the tSs bag gqns 'Rhs %hs
rooms, Claire fnds slip Of paper on
Which R had written her rst name
Aeresek who takes them to her hat.
Noel Yorke. a painter. calls there He
ford tells her Bill is dead. but ~. Y"
says he was, kidnapped by Nazis because
he knows the plans for an allied #
fensive. Claire agrees to go to Berlin
by plane, instruct Bill to pretend 10
break down and tell the allies plans.
but TO misstate the zero hour by IL
hours.
CHAPTER IL.
1t was only 2:30 when Claire left
~. Y" in room SGT and went back
to her own room, and she could
scarcely believe that so much could
have happened in short half hour
Most important was the definite
assurance from Noel Yorke, or ~
y as he insisted upon being known
in his secret dealings with her. that
Bill Cameron was alive True, he
was in danger-terrible danger-but
he was alive! The shock of learning
that after hearing just short time
before that he was dead had been a
terrific one and Claire found herself
so nelvously exhausted that she sank
down on her bed without removing
her clothes.
1t was 8 o'clock when she aWak-
Gnh CT ix, l,n
room. She looked curiously at the
key which Yorke had given her, the
key she was to use as her means of
reaching Cameron if she should get
through to Berlin. She had gone to
sleep with 1t clutched in her hand
and it was lying on top of the covers
1t was an ordinary key, so far as
she could make out an old-fashioned
doorkey. Attached to it, however
was small brass tag and on it was
impressed a Nazi swastika. She
placed the key carefully in her purse
and after brisk shower, felt rested
and relaxed from the nervous strain
under which she had been laboring
ever since Cameron vanished SC
mysterioIsly.
A Mock Funeral.
After breakfast. she forced herself
to GO through the mockery of at
tending the funeral services in the
tiny chapel for the man who was
being buried under the name of
William Amherst Cameron. Welles
Sanford was there and so was
Danny Brooks. Claire sat dry-eyed
looking straight before her, as the
rector read the brief services. She
scarcely heard the words he spoke, 50
busy was her mind with the task she
had to perform if she were to see
her employer again.
When the services were over, she
returned to her hotel with Danny
The correspondent was very sym
pathetic and seemed greatly affected
himself by the death of his good
friend. Claire was on the point once,
as they drove along, of suddenly
blurting out the truth-that the man
over whom the services had been
held was not Bill Cameron-that it
was some one else, some unknown
upon whom a gang of spies
had planted Cameron's clothes. his
papers, mis- watch and ring, expect
ing to deceive his friends into believ-
ing that the American secret diplo-
mat was dead.
But fortunately she remembered
Yorke's warning in time, and bit
her lips to hold back the words that
came surging for utterance. To tell
Danny that much would entail TOO
much explanation. She would have
to tell him what she was going to
do-the desperate plan Yorke had
concocted and in which she was to
take such an important part.
= Silence Is Vital.
You mustn't tell any one a word
or you'll risk losing everything" he
had warned when she left him.
So she told Danny nothing, and
declined his invitations to dinner
that night.
Il just don't feel up to it, Danny" !"
She explained. Il think I'll go away
for a day or two-somewhere out
side OF Paris, where I can rest"
Good idea" he approved. Let
me know when you get back. Maybe
there's something may be able to
do to help you"
She thanked him and said good
by at the hotel.
Instead of getting off at her own
floor, on impulse she rode up to
the fifth floor. Slowly she walked
down the corridor, looking for room
567. The door was open as she
reached it, and chambermaid was
bustling in and out busy with her
cleaning
Again New Mystery.
At the end of the corridor, as
Claire turned, she saw a woman
suddenly enter the room. AS she
arrived opposite the open door
again she glanced in and saw the
woman rummaging in a drawer of
the dresser In the mirror above it,
she saw the reflection of the wom-
ans features-she was pretty, very
pretty.
1t was face that was easy to
remember, ana Claire had no diff
Guilty recognizing the woman later
in the dining room when, as she
was having late luncheon, she saw
her leave table on the far side Of
the room and walk slowly toward
the doorway.
She called her waiter over and
asked if he knew the woman.
why, of course, mademoiselle, d"
he answered quickly. "She is Nine.
Dacier. Her husband is English,
believe"
HAS she been here before?"
Eyes, indeed. They have been
here month or more"
Claire thanked him and pondered
the mystery of the Daciers for the
rest of the time she was eating her
lunch.
Was Noel Yorke masquerading
under the name of Dacier? Was he
married tn this Verv prettv vollnp