A Maker of History

the office engaged a room. And then he asked the question which a hundred times on the way over he had imagined himself asking. A man to whom nervousness

ynton-staying here, I believe," he sai

d at him with s

e said. "I do not believe that she is

t for several minutes. When he return

d step into his office for a moment, sir," he

ehind the counter. A gray-haired man rose

believe," he said. "Will

the time he felt that the manage

, "told me that you w

nquired when you came in for Miss Poynt

friends," Duncombe answere

ger bowe

rse, responsible in any way for the conduct or doings of our clients here, but I am bound to sa

ean?" Duncombe

room for himself and one for his sister, who was to arrive on the following day. He went

nodded im

d. "That is w

er in the way of communicating with the police and the Embassy here, and we gave her every assistance that was possible

to his feet. He

. "Four nights ago! She

f our guides with her, but she discontinued this as she fancied that it made her consp

ightmare of horrors. He was no stranger in the city, and grim po

sent-to th

here without doubt, Monsieur! Your accent proves that you are well acquainted with the city. No doubt their conclusions are based upon direct observatio

es which made the manager very glad that he had n

h. But with regard to the young lady it is of course wildly pr

Mademoiselle had been told by one of the attendants in the barber's shop, who had waited upon her brother on the night of his arrival, that he-Monsieur Guy-had asked for the name of some cafés for supper, and that he

told the p

r answered dryly. "Here is their la

ittle slip of paper

om England.-We regret to state no trace ha

es Legarde, S

ed a few hours ago,

bitterly, "that the French poli

othing. Duncombe r

he Café Montmartre," he

rther responsibility in this matter. It has been a sour

led for a petite voiture. He gave the man the address in the Rue S

oor. An English man-servant admitted him, and a few moments later he was shaking

d. "Why, I thought that you had shaken the dust of the city from your

l, am I dist

shook

nswered. "I've a clear hour to give

n't tell you how thankful I am to find you in, Spencer. I

s and cigarettes, whisky and so

ead, old chap," his host dec

close attention until he had heard the whole story. He did not o

name of this café where

Montma

his chair. His exp

!" he murm

ow the

am sorry to say it, Duncombe, but it is a very b

hy

s people in Europe-people who play the game through to the end. It is a

A place like that!

in which the secret service police often take a hand. In return it is generally very hard to get to the bottom of any disappearance or even robbery there through the usual channels. To the casual visitor, and of course it attracts

aper correspondent, and he saw these things with the halo of melodrama

great sum of money with him, he had no secrets, he did not even speak the langu

nswered musingly. "You are sure

combe answered, "and he had nev

bout th

It was her first visit

iful ladies in Paris are at the Montmartre. No one is admitted who is not what they consider-chic! The great dancers and actresses are given handsome presents to show themselves there. On a representative evening it is probably the m

er

hing to do, but no doubt she did, and-look here, Duncombe, I tell you what I'll do. I have my own two news-gr

ncer. I was going myself," Dun

e game all their lives, and who would give you exactly what information suited their books. They'd know what you were there for, the moment you opened your mouth. Honestly, what

" Duncombe admitted, "but it se

ok round the other cafés and the boulevards. And come here at el