The Seattle Star Newspaper, October 17, 1922, Page 11

(Continued From Yesterday) “No difficulty about that Hoe tv BB excellent driver, Leon; he sorved | ge as chauffeur—and made a good . too—-for a year before I took! Shim into the house, at his request;| Ihe sald he was tired of driving.! it if the man I had meant to use) Indisposed—trust me to see that) Is—I can call on Leon to take} of Marthe and our luggage the tourtng car.” “Excellent. Now presuming Du- t to be well informed, we may | ly bank on his attempting noth- fg defore nightfall. Road traps can Phe too easily percetved at a dis-| Rance by daylight. Toward evening| Ahen, we will let the touring car janxtous to escape observation; | ing in the door of the wine shop, stood Imeongruously round the cor- ner, in @ mean sido street, as if tte Juxtaposition to the door of a wine shop of the lowest class was notice able in a car of such high caste; and, what waa finally damning, the ratfaced man of Lyons was loung:| sucking at a cigaret and watching the traffic with an all too listless» eye shaded by the visor of a shabby cap. Lanyard sald nothing at the time, | but later, when a long stretch of straight road gave him the chance, verified hia suspicions by looking back to see the gray car lurking not leas than a mile and a halt astern; the Delorme touring car driven by Leon keeping a quarter) of @ milo tn the rear of the Umou- | | sine, atch up. You will express a dostre ‘te continue tn ft, because—because of any excuse that comes into your! head. At ail evonts, we will ex: nee cars with Marthe and Leon, {most of the light hours of that long These relative positions sockets approximately unchanged during evening, despite the terrific paco | Which Jules set in the open country. | Lanyard, WHERE DID Vou LEARN YouR Foor BALL» IN A BAGGAGE Q- MHis 1S ROooM noel at Lew CALL THAT SKULL WORK) PULLING TH’ RUG FROM UNDER Me 2=No WONDER 1 SPREAD on You~ SAY, \F You TRIED ANY oF “THOSE FLASHES ow A SIGNED FoR “TW’ LAST TiMe WITH A WILLVOU BE & FOOTBALL ETRE BY AHERN THE OLD HOME TOWN keeping an eye on the In- saw ite hand register the) wing the latter to bring on the) gicator, ne while Jules drives for us.|Cqutvalent of sixty Emelish, miles| pein happens ‘thea, an hour more frequently than not.| jure the tourtme car will get) ze seliom dropped below fifty ex-| if lightly; for whether they're Im! cont when passing thru towns or| with Dupont or not, Leon! vitinges. And more often than he needa a fry, not the) hiked Lanyard watched it creep up! o hte and at the o1 “But will not Leon and Marthe! “with ey st ce Saga ag P| faeeect end refuse to follow?” | wilting to believe that they would| “Perhaps they may suspect, Buti see Cherbourg or heaven by mid-| we may| MANY HEATED ARGUMENTS AROSE OVER THE COAT AND HAT FOUND ON “THE CREEK BANK YESTERDAY - IT IS NOT but Mitnew wetre tte ste toaleees serame DEFINITELY KNOWN WHETHER THEY BELONG To THE ou may lowe limousine, but You| Fer" che aie” anrce. ours. Laon! MISSING MARSHAL OTEY WALKER OR NOT. €an afford to risk hat as long &3\ stood the pace well. you are not in it-—eh,” little lons-| or physical endurance began to fail, lost sister?” The dro pped back, and the Delorme “My dear bfother!™ Liane cried.) touring car was thereafter seldom how ged moved. She leaned forward! visibie. j caressed Lanyard’s hand with) No more, was sisterly warmth, tn her admiration tine gray pciion Gaeseawe fore. and gratification loosing upon him | cast cast seemed to be borne out by its the full candle-power of the violet | conduct: Dupont waa biding his time eyes In their most disastrous smile.| and would undoubtedly attempt ae ® head to have in the fam-| nothing before nightfall. In the by meantime he was making no effort “Take caref Lanyard admonished. | to do more than keep step with the! “T admit it's not half bad at times,! jnousine, but at a decent distance. | but if thie battered old headpieow| Only occastonally when, for this! Mine ts to be of any further serv-| reason or that, Jules was obliged Liane, you must be care|to run at reduced speed for several | into sight, always, however, | minutes on end, the gray car would about a mile behind the ~~ Then nerves! Yes Peace Mam 6743 draw touring car. Once decided upon a course of ac-} At about seven th ey dined on the Liane Delorme demonstrated) wing, from the hamper which, with she could move with energy) Liane’s Jewel case in its leather dis. @ecision uncommon in her kind.| guise of a simple traveling bag, con- her masterly supervision, | stituted all the limousine's load of tions accomplished them-|luggage. Lanyard passed sand-|| selves as a were, = magto, “e |wiches thru the front window to} was, for example, nearer three! Jules, who munched them while than four o'clock when the exped!-\ driving like a speed maniac, and tion for Cherbourg ieft the door of vonchal. | them down with a! Neullly; the limou-|tumbler of champagne. Then he “I understand,” she said coolly; “tt will be, then, after Caen.” “Presumably.” Chatting of old times, or sitting in grateful silence when Liane re-} “Another hour of peace of mind” lapsed into abstraction—sométhing| She yawned delicately. Which she did with a frequency|am bored by this speed—I think ‘| Which testified to the heavy pressure| shall have a nap.” of her thoughts—hbe kept an nppre-| Composediy she arranged pillows, | Ciative eye on Jules, conceding at} bet her) pretty feet upon the Jewel) Jength that Liane’s adjective,|case and, turning her face from superb, had been fitly applied to| Lanyard, dosed, his driving. So long ne he re| “I think,” he reflected, “that the mained at the wheel, they wore not| world is more rich in remarkabl: ply in safe bands but might be| women than in remarkable men!" ire of losing nothing on the road.| A luminous lilac twilight vied with Ft was In St. Germainen-Laye|the street lamps of Caen when the that Lanyard first noticed the gray | limousine rolled thru the city at car. But for mental selec-|mederate speed. Lanyard utilized ton ef St. Germain Aa the likeitest | Unis occasion to confer with Jules} spot pont. to “lie in waiting,| thru the window, what’ 4 “Got you the first time,” Jules and thanks aiso to an error of judg-| “Beyond the town,” he sala, “you| =] FS wage = ove value repited, Unlatching and raising ons ment on the part of that one, he| Will atop just round the first sultable|on your skin? wing of the hood. yj ™Must have missed it; for there wan| turning, so that we can't be seen) “Piumb crazy about ft.” Lanyard moved toward the mid- nothing strikingly sinister in pd L-~yp the corner is turned. Draw} “Mademoiselle Delorme and f are! die of the road and flagged the De- Sspect of that long-bodied gray car! off to the aide of the road and—I/affiicted with -the same tdlosyn-|lorme touring car as it rounded the with the capactous hood betokening| think {t would be advisable to have|craay, We want to save our lives,| turn, a few seconds later, at such) & motor of great power. But it}a@ little engine trouble.” aud we don't mind saving yours Gt| speed that Leon was put to it to the same tim stop the car fifty yards b acd ge the Bova wane “That's. mo limousine... ‘The man jumped down OF THE wo Sate NS Give B “Very good, str,” eaid Jules with-| wheels ceased to turn, Jules almost *}out looking round, Then he added/as quickly " tn @ velco of complete respect: “Par.| “Now for your engine trouble,” | don, sir, but—madame’s orders?” Lanyard instructed. “Nothing sert-| “If they are not\—Lanyard wes!ous, you understand—simply an-ad nettied — will countermand | justment to excuse ® few minutes" them.” delay and lend color to our impar “Quite no, air, tence.” Char Gallle + % Seon WHY THEY CHOSE HIM “I'm mighty sorry I didn't take, great rocky cliffs rose up high you children this trip,” daddy | and straight on either side, where went on. “I can’t begin to tell the | there was no possible way of get- story as Mr, Judson told it; he's! ting out but by going on and on fo full of ‘pep’ and fire, and he | over the jagged rocks, and the can answer all the extra questions | slippery stones which were worn you ask. £1 fust tell tt as nearly | smooth by the ceaseless rush of os T can as he told It to ma, the river over their surfaces, a IMPORTANT BUSINGSS. NOW, WaT YOU'RE REALLY A BOOK AGENT. iD AD TOLD ME “THAT IN THs HIRST PLACE Ané—tf you con's! r than fair with me. But ts that aij I'm to know?" Jand, followed by the maid, ran back, “If the information ts any com- | but before he reached the limousine fort to you: in a grey car which| was obliged to jump aside to es has been following us ever since wo | cape the gray car which, tooled by left St. Germain, ts the man who) crack racing hand, took the cor I believe—murdered Monsieur le} ner on two wheels, chen straight Comte de Lorgnes on the Lyons | ened out and tore past in a smother) | rapide, and who—I know—tried last) of dust, with fta muffler cut out rendered it impossible to #ee—tho had the ono been less and the other stronger, he could have gained little! more information from inspection of those four shapes shrouded in dust coats and masked with goggles. Watching its rear ight dwindle, he fancled that the gray shadow was slowing down; but one could not be sure about that. “There is something wrong, mon- sieur?” The man Leon was at his elbow.) Lanyard replied with the curt nod/ of a disgruntled motorist. “Something—Jules can tell you,” he ssid shortly, “Meanwhile, Mado- moiselle and I have decided not to wait. Wo've got fio time to spare. ‘We will take your car and go on."! |night ‘to murder Mademotsello De-|and the exhaust bellowing like | “While the Stetlacoom men | well-almed rifte sent @ bullet into jorme.” machine gun. 14 the | the side of young Burleigh Pierce, 5 | “And I suppose that, in his big-| Lanyard counted four figures, two) Bu ade eannsb neti au po ‘ pad pe ages a C hearted, wholesaler’n way, he|on the front seat, two in the ton-|[ Indians began aad 4 nd PERSOCRMED TS DIY wWitHovT | wouldn't mind making @ bag of the|neau. More than this, the head-|[ much trouble that ft wasn't safe! cry and scarcely stopping to eee ANY Loss OF TIME lot of us tonight.” long speed and the failing ight ‘at all for the little camp of white | how badly he was hurt, nine of ete | | “I'm afraid you have reason. . . “If you're planning to put @ crimp in his ambttions, sir, I've got @ pistol I know how to use.” “Better have it handy, tho I don’t think we'll need ft yet. Our prosent plan:is merely to change cars with Leon and Marthe; the gray car wit! pass and go on ahead before we make the shift; then you, mademol- sello and I follow in the touring car, the others in the limousine. If there's a trap, as we have every reason to anticipate there will be, the) touring car will get thru—or we'll hope so. “Ab-hi” Jules used the tone of one who perceives enlightenment as @ blinding flash. “Marthe and Leon ¢ in on the dirty work too, eh?” the men ran headlong, using every effort to encape the danger which had overtaken their comrade. “But Stephen Judson and a young Englishman ran back. “Hurt much? Judson asked, ‘Oh, I guess I am,’ he groaned, ‘but don’t leave me, boys, don't leave me to the Indians, Maybe T can walk if you'll help me.’ “But he couldn't walk; he couldi’t stand; he groaned again and begged, ‘Don’t leave me, boys; don’t leave me,’ “The party had no leader, no one to give orders, and thinking fast and clearly, Judson, smiling men to stay, eo they argued that they must come out as fast as they could and get to some white settlement farther down the river. “No sooner had they started down the rocky tratl, however, than the Indians begun to fire upon them from the ridges. “You know, a white man always picks his trail down near the stream or in the valley, but the Indian keeps to the tops of the ridges. “This wes in August; the weather was good and but for the continual attacks of the Indians WAATEVSG R “Hello,” she answered, taking down the receiver ‘Twelve Toes was raging as usual. |Old Witch's telephone. Twelve Toes, being a SBorcerer,| “Hello,” she answered, taking had a perfect right ‘o rage, he|down the recetver. thought. Especially when he wasn’t| “Is that you, Raggyshank?’ asked; “What makes you think that?” “But, monsieur, I—!" Leon be they would have made very good having his own way. Twelve Toes, for that was her name. “Putting two and two togethor—'gan to expostulate, | progress down the canyon. inwardly, unanimously elected He wasn't having his own way| “None other,” answered the Sour | what you've just told me with what| “The accents of Liane Delorme; “Then, one morning, when the | himself for the part.” how. Not a bit of itl He wanted |Old Witch. “Who're you?” I've been noticing and wondering|cut it: “Well, Leont what ts your|] party was in @ gorge where the (To Be Continued) Something very much and he hada’t “It's Twelve Toes speaking,” an- objection?” been able to get it. You know what it was—the Fairy Queen's magio automobile that Nancy and Nick were riding in. roared Twelve “To think that Light Fingers fen't smart enough to get that au- tomobile for me! He's the best bed fairy I've got, better than Comet- Lega or Fiap-Doodle or any of them —#0 something is the matter. I'll have to find out what it 1s." He went to his telephone and led up the Sour Old Witeh who ved under @ waterfall. She was a ood friend of his. Maybe she would What the trouble wan. : | “Tingalingaling” went the Sour swered Twelve Toes, “Wil you tell me why I can’t get the magic auto- mobile? Can’t you help?” “I did,” said the Sour Old Witch in an upset voice, “I gave Light Fingers my magic egg with a stone wall in it and it wouldn't work worth a cent. No sooner did the stone wall appear thon it fell down! again.” “What!” screamed Twelve Toes, | “What does that mean?” “It means,” said the witch, “that the Green Wizard is more powerful | than we are. He is helping Nancy and Nick.” (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) “Marthe and Leon,” nounced with deliberation, very bad eggs, if you ask me. I ahan't shed a« solitary tear if some- Jules pro- “are two hing sad happens to them tn this |'bus tonight.” | ‘There was no time then to delve into his reasons for this statement jot feeling. ‘The outskirte of Caen were dropping behind, Providen- |tlally, the first bend in the road to Bayeux afforfed good cover on the side toward the town, Jules shut joff the power as he made the turn, and braked to # dead stop tn lee of & row of outhouses, Lanyard was on the ground a# #oon us the “Objection, madame?” the fellow faltered, ‘Pardon—but !t is not for me to object. II was merely startled.” “Then get over that at once,” he was advised; “and bring my jewel oase—Marthe will point it out to you—to the touring-car,” “Yes, madame, immediately.” “Also the lunch-hamper, if you please.” “Assuredly, monateur.” Leon departed hastily for the Iim- ousine, where Marthe joined him, while Lanyard and Liane Delorme proceeded to the touring car, “But what on earth do you want with that hamper, monsiour?” rem “Hush, Uttle sister, not so joud) Brother thinks he has another idea.” “Then heaven forbid that I should interfere!" Staggering under ite weight, Leon shouldered the jewel case and carried it to the touring car, where Liane superintended {ts disposal in the luggage-jJammed tonneau. A sec- ond trip, less laborious, brought them the hamper. Liane uttered perfunctory thanks and called to Jules, who was still tinkering at the Hmousine engine with the ald of an electric torch, eek Me rereerereneneenneatl ——————— “Come, Julgs! Leave Leon to at- tend to what is required there.” “Very good, madame.” Jules strolled over to the touring oar and settled down at the wheel. Liane Delorme had the seat beside him, Lanyard had established hi self in a debatable space in neau to which his right was di by bags and boxes of every shape, uize and description. “How long, Jules, will Leon need—?" “Five minutes, madame, if he takes his time about it.” “Then let us hasten” ‘They drew away from the limou- sine so quickly that in thirty sec- onds its headlights were all that marked its stand. Lanyard studied the phosphores- cent dial of his wrist watch. From first to last the transaction had con- sumed Httle more than three min- | utes. Liane slewed round to talk over back of the seat. What time is it, monsieur?” “Ten after nine. In an hour pre: cisely the moon will ear ei” . cisely the moon will rise.” “It will be in this hour of dark- ness, then ” A bend in the road blotted oug the stationary lights of the limous sine, There was no taillight viet ible on the road before them. Lane yard touched Jules on the shoulders “Switch off your lights,” he said —“all of them. Then find a place where we can turn off and wait till Leon and Marthe pass us.” In sudden blindness the car moved on slowly, groping ite way for a few hundred yards, Then Jules picked out the mouth of @ narrow lane, overshadowed by dense foliage, ran past, stopped, ané Dacked into tt. ‘Continued Tomorrow)