Casper Daily Tribune Newspaper, November 17, 1922, Page 12

Triumphs of M- Jonquelle pee y by Metviie Davigson Post i) Ver THE MAN .WITH STEBY. FINGERS HE GREAT drawingroom through which Monsieur quelle advanced was empty. But it was not silent A vague music, like some weird concep: etion of Tschaikowsky, seemed to feel about the room, extenc itself—a pt blindly and disturb- ugh it would escape from something that followed it tirelessly ingers of a master, eyed instrument, nds. They came beyond, a second oking out on the Bois the servant to announce him. “One is not per to disturb af 4 the ser- Jonquelle’s card had add 's perplexity. One was ted to ” trance, here, at any hour, to the Prefect of Police of Paris. The man had made a hopeless gesture, like one resigning himself to the inevitable. Monsieur Jonquelle, after the door had closed behind him, remained for some moments quite motionless in the eddy, as one might write it, of this strange, weird music, In which there was always a note of ruthless vigor—a note of barbaric vigor, harsh and determined. Monsieur Jonquelle could not place the music in any remembered com- Position. It was not the work of any master that he knew. It was an improvisation of the fingers that produced it. Presently he advanced into the roam from which the music issued. He paused a momen: in the doorway, watching the figure with white, nim- ble fingers hard as steel, Then he spoke. “Your pardon, monsieur,” said the Prefect of Police. “I am desolated to disturb you.” ‘ The man at the piano sprang up and turned swiftly as though his body accomptishea the act with « single motion. = To the eye, the man was strange. His shoulders were very broad and stoopel; his face was wide, massive —the face of a Slav. His hair was not long, and affected no manner. isms, Tho man was very carefufly dress. ed, after the English fashion, and with its well-bred restraint. But the impression he gave one was decid edly not English, It was that of a Slav acapted to an English aspect. The eyes one did not sep. One rarely saw them. They seémed to be hidden by heavy lids like curtained windows. And there was no expres- sion in the face, The face was a piask. It seemed always in repose. The big nose, the square, brutal jaw, and the wide planes of the face, were white as with a sort, of pallor. Mon sieur Jonquelle had a sudden, swift impression. The man before him was either the greatest criminal or the greatest genius that he had ever seen, Jonquelie had also a further {m- pression of failure. H» hac meant to startle this man, and observe what followed. And he had startled him; but untrue to every experience, there was nothing to observe. The man’s face remained without an ex pression; he was behind it hidden from every eye. It was a mask that could not be changed by the will of another. Monsieur Jonquelle won- dered in what manner it would change at the will of the man that {t so admirably obscured. It was a thing he was not interested to Cis- cover. It was only for an instant that the man was without expression. Then he smiled and came forward into the room, The smile began witina queer lfting of the lip and extended vaguely with but a slight changing of the man’s features. His voice ,»when he spoke, was low, well modulated and composed. His manner war easy and gracio “Ahr id, ‘It is Mo: quelle, the Prefect of Poll I am honored.” Monsieur Jonquele removed his gloves; he sat for a moment tw'sting them in his fingers like one in a certaig embarrassment, Hig oat, 0 seated, regarded him with the vague smile, which appared now as a sort of background on the mask of his face. The Prefect of Police hesitated. “Monsieur,” he said, bes § have} called upon you for an op'nion ‘upon | a problem wt h has always perplex: ed me. It is a problem upon which; the opinions of persons without ex-| perience ere wholly without value, / and unfortunately, all those who have had experience #nd were, therefore, able to give me an opinion, have deen | always persons lacking in a certain | €lement of intelligence. I have not | had the opinion of a man of intelll- gence, who was also a man of perience, upon this problem.” | He paused. The man before him | did not reply. He waited as in a) Profound courtesy for Monsieur Jon-| quelle to complete the subject with| which he opened his discourse. | He had taken a small chair, and he} gat in it as a man of great strength and rigor and of an unusual bulk} rests his weigh’ upon something whieh he Is uncertain will support it. He did not move, but the expres- sion in his face changed slightly. His eyebrows lifted as in a courteous inquiry. Monsieur Jonquelle went on. He seemed not entirely at ease. “I shall not pretend as ignorance of your affairs, monsieur. The law- courts of England are brutal and di- rect. Th strated does not preserve one, in the vents preceding such a verdict, from very imaginab’e humiliation.” Monsieur Jonquelle- continued to! hesitate. But he went on H “Monsteur, he said, “out of this unfortunate experience you will have come, I feel, with a certain opinion upon the problem which disturbs me. And I am sure, monsieur, you will not deny me the benefit of that opin- dnt The Prefect of Police looked up lke one who with hesitation request: a favor from another. Lord Valleys repli ‘I shall be very glad to gt you he said. rely I have O Uttle, I have had every experience of bumillation. The crim- inal law of *ingland is a bungling und cruel device. Those who find themselves concerned with it, I pro. undly pity. fy gates its weverity or in any direction preserves one from cdium, once the} The Man at the P'ano Sprang Up and Turned Swiftly. machinery of a criminal éourt of England is on its way. The experi- ence of it is a horror to me, mon- sleur; but if it can result in any penefit to you or to apother, I am willing to reca.l it. What <s the prob- fom, monsieur, ur have my opinion “It Is this, monsteur,” replied the Prefect of Police, “Is {t your con- clusion, upon this experience of life, that there is a Providence of God that undertakes to aCjust the affairs of mankind—to assist the helples: and acquist the innocent—or do you believe shat it is the intelligence of man that accomplishes this result?} What is it,’ monsieur, that moves behind the machinery of the world—chance, luck, ‘fortune or som sort of Providence?” Lord Valieys. seemed to reflect while the Prefect of Police was speak- nig and he now replied with little hesitation, “Chance, monsieur,” he said, “is unquestionably the greatest and most mysterious factor in all human affairs, but it is modified and di- verted by the humkn will. . . . Human intelligence, monsieur, and chance are the two factors.” The Prefect of Police continued to took Cown at his* hands. ‘I have been of a different opin- ion, Lord Valleys,” he said. “I think, there is a sort of will to justice, to righteousness, as one has sald. It is not chance as we usually define the word, and ‘he- human will cannot circumvent it... It is strange, as {see it, Lord Valleys. “This thing we call human intelli- gence seems to be able to aid, to assist, fo advance the vague, tm-| mense, persistent impulse behind) events, and ‘o delay and to disturb it, but not ultimately to defeat it. “dake the extraordinary event that have happened to you, Lord Val- leys, and teil me, if you can, how they could, have arrived by chance! “Your uncle, Lord Winton,, took the title and the whole properties of your family by accNent of” birth, Your father, the sccond son, having) |no title and no fortune,, entered the diplomatic service and was alloted to one of the little courts of southeast- ern Europe, He married your mother there, and you were born and grew up in the atmosphere of Serbia. “There was*little chance that you would ever have fortune <or title. Lord Winton had two sons; one of them married an American; the other remained unmarried. There were thrde lives between yau and@ ‘this title and its’ immense estates in Eng- land. . . What chance was there, monsieur, that these persons should be removed and these benefits des- cend +o you?” He paused “But they were removed, monsteur, and {he benefits have descended. The war appeared. Both sons of Lord Winton Jost their lives in it; Lord Winton is himself murdered; and you come, monsieur, from a paupered kingcom of southeastern Buropp to be a peer of England with an tm- mense estate. Even the American granddaughter of Lord Winton takes nothing under this extraordinary English law of entail, Would you call this chance, monsieur?” Lord Valley found no difficulty at all with the inquiry. He replied df- rectly. “Monsieur,” he said, “It was all clearly chance except the murder of |Lord Winton. 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