A Maker of History

its proper place amongst the arts, and left to Duncombe the momentous question of red wine or

"you have placed me in

ed up from his

do you

st time in their lives unattended, and find their way to the Café Montmartre, and such places, generally end up in the same place. It would have sounded brutal if I had added to your distress last night by talking like this, so I determined to put

iscover?" Duncom

thi

ell, but he looke

. They must have heard that

e usual significance. Evil may have come to them, but not the ordinary sort of evil. Listen! You say that the police have disappointed you in having discovered nothin

mbe declared. "Do you mean that the police in P

alefactors. But there are other powers to be taken into consideration, and most unaccountably your two friends are in deeper water than your story led

a very small appetite at all with the conversation in its present position. He wa

enc

dgment upon the sauce. Did

e. You say that your two scouts, as you call them, discovered nothing. Well, they had only one evening at it

shook

the truth is best. You must not count upon me any more. I cannot lift even

d t

up against too big a combination. You can do no one any good

eral moments. When he spoke agai

deal, I must confess, Spencer.

rugged his

most generous newspaper in the world, and it is absolutely necessary that I keep hand in glove with the people in high places here. My position ab

mbe asked, "does t

ligation than any other breathing man, requesting me to refrain from making any further inquiries or assisting any one else

ention the

Guy Poynton, and his sister.' This will just show you how much you have to hope for from the police, for the

hed. He was British to the backbone,

lp as I can secure. This girl and boy are fellow country-people, and I haven't any intention of leaving them in the

st shrugged

your Paris well enough to understand that you haven't a thousand to one chance. Besides,

the tender mercies of whatever particular crew

be an unfortunate one, but the personage whom I have the honor to call my friend does not often pro

N

ends? The young l

in grim and dogged lines. He felt like a

said, "is, I pray Hea

stly amazed, and

id. "I had no idea-though per

r a few general remarks. But after the coffee had been brought and t

combe, what y

hangers-on and parasites who see something of the game. I shall try to come into

succeed in tempting any one to betray the inner happenings of that place on which the seal

ey to-night, and I shall bid high. I shall leave word at the hotel where I am going. If any

pen to you at the Café Montmartre. Nothing ever does h

stabbed by a girl

ut his body was found in the Rue Pigalle.

dead in his st

matters, but I know enough to hold my tongue, or my London letter wouldn't be worth a pound a week. I am giving myself away to you now, Duncombe. I am

hed as he ros

place is the worse the crew it must shelter. I should never hold my head up again if I s

r and De Laurson's were brought to justice. Only they keep the name of the place out of it always. Tourists in shoals visit it, and visit safely every evening. They pay fancy prices for what they have, but I think they get their money's worth. But for certain classes of p

mbe s

may add another victim to