Casper Daily Tribune Newspaper, November 23, 1922, Page 10

PAGE Et. Griumphs of M-Jonquelle by Mevviiie Dsvigson Post “The Womax on the Terrace. NSIEUR JONQUELLE, the Prefect of Police of Paris. was a moment late voice reaches n of low path. It was a terse. menac ing voice. The words were not intent in the vice was u For a mere fraction of time nless as in some fin- he went forward The soft colors of t day were on the .many-colored below the n of the Villa Cimiez. me was from a countr: > frontier of | legend two persons on the ¢ of the villa when Mon. proached. The villa —a sort of of trop- a high} ‘There were two D on the long terrace of the hen Monsieur Jonquelle approach The villa was smal! and exquisye—a sort of jewel bex hidden in a garden of tropic luxuriance, inclosec: by 4 high wa surmounted by a tile border. The villa was rose color. The tiles of the terrace and the border of t high wall were also rosecolor. It was @ dainty and sensuous bit of the world, as though raised by some en: chantment out of the baked earth of Arabia. Monsieur Jonquelle tragic moment. ‘A woman sat in a chair midway of | this terrace. It was ono of those Ddeautiful invalid-chairs made for the outof-doors by that Italian genius which seeks always to add beauty to the decorative pect of @ garden. ‘The chair was @rhite. The gown of the woman in it was blue, it looked black in the soft evening light’ and against the rose-colored villa and the white chair, ‘The woman 4i4 not move. Her amall ,shapely héad, as from fatigue, rested against the high back of the chair. It was crowned with a great weight of hair, as yellow anc as heavy as gold, built up into @ wonderful colffure tha: resembled in its vague outlines the helmet of Minerva. Her hands and her elbows lay on the e: bows on the arms of the chair step beyond, the man 4 a moment before interrupted a tude of menace. ality of the man puzzling. American one could But one could his status or he was an seo. determine easily habits of life. He had some of the physical char- acteristics, some of the tricks of one engaged in an artistic , voca- tion; some of the swift, accurate, pre cise gestures of one skilled in the plas P| ters of my acquaintances with which I seem always to be concerned, and! unhappily, their affairs are usually known to me.” He bowed slightly to the American. “If Monsieur will permit,” he said, | I shall be charmed to verify ma-) dame’s prediction. Monsieur has fol- | lowed to inquire why the house iM the/ Faubourg St. quarter of Paris, own.” Germain in the old happened to burn} merican moved, as in anger. in ‘his chair he sald, “that is just pre what I wanted to know.” ur Jonqueile rose, He took aret-case from his pocket. It was of platinum exquisitely traced with a comolicated arabesque. He opened it sad presented {= to the woman in the chair. She declined. it . she said, “as all things are now denied me.” The American also refused, and Monsteur Jonquelle returned with his ret to the chair on the border of “I, also,” he said, speaking as he went about the lighting of the cigaret, what madame has s0 courteously Beside Her the Man Stood In An Attitude of Menace. called ‘an old acqquaintance,’ am in- terested to know why ths house at} the corner of the Rue de St. Pere on| :o the authorities in Paris.” He continued to speak in the slow tusiness of igniting <he cigaret. ‘There is no question of insurance,! vor the right of any property-owner | in the matter. Monsieur Martin Dil- jard owned this. house “by purchase some months azo, He carried no! insurance on it. It was stored ony tic arts. But there was a vigor and @etermination about the man than one is not accustomed to find in a mere artist—an element of ruthless decision and of swift acts as of ons accustomed to peril in his trade. The attitude of the man and the voice that had reached Monsieur Jon quelle came up on the terrace. The rean fell into the posture of one at ease before an interrupting visitor, and the woman looked up languidly as though disturbec; as though no human drama, however tragic, could disturb her; as though she were for- ever beyond the stimulus of any hu man emotion. It was clear that the man had no knowledge of Monsieur Jonquelle, but to the woman he was evidently a fa- millar figure. His appearance must have been an immense surprise to her, as the appearance of the human beyond her had been, but there was no evidence of it in her voice. She did not rise. But she spoke softly. “You do me a conspicuous honor,” she eaid. “You will have been very much concerned about me to search me out here.” ‘Then she presented the man be- yond her. “Martin Diilard,” she said American—Monsieur Jonquelle.” ‘The Frenchman and also the wo man one thought observed tho American closely to note any recog: nition of either name or the appoar- ance of the new arrival. But there was none. He did not know either Monsieur Jonquelle or his trade. She touched a bell concealed some- “an where in the arm of the chair. Al An added direction | maid appeared with his own propert, by himself with t ance of madame." ‘There was not even a servant about. The doors entering the house were all fitted with a epecial lock, a complicatec. American lock with two keys only, one for monsieur and the and used only charming assist: } closed with were securely shutters. “The house was wholly inaccess. iple to any but these two persons | and it was the exclusive property of | monsieur. If it had not burned, we} should not have been concerned | about it Mysterious romances of the) heart do not provoke an inquiry in| Paris “It ts the only capital of pleasure where the heart is free; but the city authorities are concerned with fires. When the flame emerges from the} heart, Paris is disturbed, and when| it reduces to ashes an ancient house on the Faubourg St. Germain some explanation must be given.” He paused again. He had now gotten the cigaret lighted. And he sat down. “Madame has correctly expressed it. I am an old acquaintance, and T am more than that; I am an old acquaintance who is much interested to get madame’s explanation before | the authorities in Paris as early as I can manage !t. Her flight after the fire seemed to be unwise. Even I had very considerable difficulty to find her.” The American spoke abruptly. “You seem very much interested in ‘Casque d'Or.” Jonquelle’s voice was in a sort of rawl. “«Casque ¢’Or’," he said. “The ex- brought two chairs. American sat down where he was, but Monsieur Jonquelle carrieé his chair a little beyond the woman to tht edge of the terrace He put down his hat, his stick and his gloves. “] am fortunate to find you.” he said. “I hoped to arrive a moment earlier. ‘The woman smiled ‘In that event,” she said “you might have failed to find my friend Martin Dillard, the American. ¥ will be intere: and to know why he is angry.’ She turned slightly toward American. Her face in the soft light seemed emiling, but it was in fact, scrutabie. ‘onsieur Jonquelle” she explained, n old acquaintance—a very old Intance. I have no secrets He will know, I am sure, precisely the reason for my flight here and your cause of anger against moe."* meet egein toward the so, Monsteur?” ican hed wm strange, ed expression. But Mor quelle langhe he sald, “it is the dises the ; sul- pression is extremely happy. Ma- }dame’s golden head used to be the wonder .of Paris when she came up with it HMke a Minerva through the fuld floor of Paris. Ah! yes, I am very interested—I have been always interested, as an old, a very old ac- quaintances. And I aim interested again, more, perhaps, than mon- sieur can imagine. | The American spoke again abrupt- | ‘You seem ‘Casque d’Or."”” Again Monsieur Jonquelle drawled |his answer. | CAL yes.” he said, ‘from her | golden heat to the blue pigeon deli- jeately outlined on her hand between the thumb and the forefinger—evory detail of madamo has been of inter- est to me—has been, I may say, of to know all about Janxiety to me. And now I am con- cerned about the explanation for this fire.” “Another installment of “The Wo- |man on the Terrace” will appear in | tomorrow's issue the Faubourg St. Germain has burned | to the ground. if “It will be necessary to make some ™ xplanation to the authorities of Pi They will be co us bout t. 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