The
DESTROYER
By BURTON E. STEVENSON
Tii .—
CHAPTER EIGTH—(Continued).
Lepine recognized the cogency
of this reasoning and nodded.
“Continue,” he said.
“She was a dark, slim girl, of
about 20. They gave me no trou
ble. She scarcely left the house
except for the marketing. But her
father was away a great deal.”
“Did he bring much baggage?”
“Two pieces of hand baggage,
sir, and that box yonder by the
window. The box was very heavy
—almost as if filled with iron—
and he had great difficulty in get
ting it up the stairs, even with the
assistance of the truckman.”
“Did you enter this room while
he was here?”
“No, sir; I entered neither of
the rooms. My rule is never to in
terfere in the affairs of my ten
ants—they do not like it. But on
one occasion, as I passed the door,
I hard him at work on his inven
tion.”
“Heard him, yon say?”
“Yes, sir; there was a deep
humming noise as of a huge top,
or perhaps a motor. It occurred
to me that it was a flying machine
which he was inventing. Then, on
Sunday, came a telegram.”
“A telegram?”
“Yes, sir; I brought it up my
self. He read it and his face grew
very grave. He informed me that
he would be compelled to depart
next day—that his sister was dy
ing. But he assured me that he
would return as soon as possible
to continue his experiments, and
that I was to hold the apartment
for him—at least until the month
for which he had paid had ex
pired.”
sxuu. ne uiu uepuri i
“Yes, sir; quite early in the
morning. I called a cab, and as
sisted to carry down his baggage.
The box, as you see, remains
against his return, also his appara
tus, ” and he indicated the bat
teries.
“Oh, certainly,” agreed Lepine,
with irony, “there can be no doubt
of his intention to return.” And
then his face grew dark and his
eyes flashed. “How does it hap
pen,” he demanded sternly, “that
you did not cause him to fill out a
registration blank for the police ? ’ ’
The little man twisted his hands
nervously.
“In that I admit I was most
culpable, sir,” he said. “But when
I looked in my desk for a blank, I
found that I had none. Every day
I intended going to the prefecture
to get a new supply, but every day
■something occurred to prevent me.
•And then came the day of his de
parture.”
Lepine’s face was very stern.
“Yo.t have, indeed, been culpa
ble,” he said, “and I shall set that
you are punished. You have brok
en ore of the laws of your coun
try. You have aided a malefac
tor!”
The little man's face was livid.
“Oh, do not say so. sir!” he
protested. “There mud be some
mistake! That kind gentleman,
absorbed only in his invention—'
“I <lo say so, ’ broke in Lepine,
savagely. “Did he receive any
hitters 1
“One, sir, on the Saturday be
fore the arrival of the telegram
-No doubt it, too, spoke of the ill
ness of 1-is sist iv.”
Lepine put his hand wearily tc
bis head.
“At least you noticed the ad
dress on the letter?” he asked.
“Oh, yes, sir. It was ‘Monsjeui
B- Beguin. 80 Rue du Plarsou, Ton
Ion.’ Seguin, that was the name
*.*f my }i dger.”
“But you sa.d he whs not i
Frenchman!”
“Perhaps he was a Kclgian, sir
I have heard that they are some
times .mrk.”
Lepine threw up his hand.
“Head of a pig!” he cried, am
then controlled himself. *‘M
Pigot,” he said, “you will tak(
this idiot to his rooms and rcninii
in charge of him until you heai
from ine.”
And then, as Pigot and his pr-is
oner started down the stairs. Le
pine turned to an investigation o
the two rooms. Every, nook, even
crevice, ever inch of the floor, ev
ery drawer—all these he examinee
wnth a minuteness of which onl
the French police are capable, bu
. his search disclosed nothing whirl
shed any light on the mystery. A
last, he descended the stairs am
left the house.
There was still one hope, th
telegram. He hastened to the pos
11
office, inquired for the clerk of
telegraphs, apologized lor again
disturbing him, and asked to see
the telegram received for 15. Se
guin, 80 Rue du Plasson, the Sun
day before. At the end of five
minutes it was in his hands, and
he read it with dismay. It had
been sent from Brussels, and this
is the English of its contents:
Our sister Is very ill and asks for
you. Come If you would see her alive.
Charles Scsruin.
CHAPTER IX.
CHECKMATE.
“It is evident that this affair
was not lightly arranged,” said
M. Deleasse, and ran his fingers
nervously through his hair.
Lepine nodded gloomily.
“You may well say so!” he
agreed.
The two sat together in Deleas
se’s room, and Lepine had just
finished his report. Evening was
falling, and the room was growing
dark, but neither desired a light.
“Everything has been thought
of and provided for, ’ ’ said the Pre
fect, at last, “even to the telegram
which gave an excuse for this
man’s abrupt departure. Perhaps
the other telegrams were also in
tended to mislead us—just as they
did mislead me—to convince us
that those other men were only or
dinary travelers. They must have
foreseen that the police would in
vestigate the presence of every
stranger in Toulon. It was care
less to send both telegrams from
Brussels, but a coincidence so
small might easily be overlooked.
On one point only was there an
oversight—they did not foresee
that we might trace them by
means of the money. There is our
hope. Sooner or later, the man
with the white hair will spend
another of his 100 franc notes.
There is a certain justice in it,”
he added, “that he should be be
trayed by his blood money.”
“Yes, blood money!” cried Del
cassc. “That is the word for it!
Oh, that I had taiy hands on the
monster—for he is a monster,
Lepine; he must be a monster!
There he sat, in' cold blood, and
loosed the power that killed 300
men! Have you considered, Le
pine, that the finding of this sec
ond installation furnishes, as
Crochard foresaw, proof of his
theory?”
“Yes,” said Lepine, in a low
voice; “this is the proof.”
Delcasse was on his feet, strid
ing savagely up and down the
room.
“But it is absurd,” he cried, ,‘it
is incredible that here, under our
very noses, such things should
take place! What are our police
for, Lepine—our secret serviee?”
“It is the fault of that miser
able landlord,” Lepine pointed
out.
“Of him an example shall he
made. But that does not help us.
This man must not escape! Think
what, it may mean for France if
he escapes!"
"I have thought, sir!" and Le
pine s voice was trembling.
Delcasse turned on him fiercely.
"Where is Crochard?” he de
manded. "What is he doing all
this time?”
“I do uot know, sir. I have not
seen him since yesterday."
"Rest assured that he has not
been idle. Do you know where to
find him?"
"I have his address;”
"Go to him, then, anl say 1 wish
to sec him. We must lay these
discoveries before him—though no
doubt lie lias already made them
for himself. Tell him he must not
desert us—that without him, we
are lost!1’
Lepine was grateful for the
darkness, for his cheeks, were red
. with humiliation. But, after all
M. Delcasse was right. He rose
• with a sigh.
“1 will seek him at once, sir,’
. he said.
" Cnderstand well, Lepine,”
said the minister, mere gently, "il
■ is not you I blame. You have clone
. all that is possible with the means
I it your command. But we can
■ not afford to fail. In an affair ol
i this kind, the public is not reason
i able. Should we fail, and should
1 our failure become known, as it al
1 most surely would, the ministry
might finel itself swept away be
i fore the storm. So we must fine
t Crochard."
“T agree with yon, sir,” said
Lepine, and took his leave.
The Cafe des Voyageurs was
crowded when he reached it, and
he had some difficulty in finding
a seat. The marines who had been
searching the wreck had, at last,
been released from duty, and had,
with one accord hastened ashore
to refresh themselves at the ex
pense of a populace eager to listen
to every detail. The cafe hummed
with talk: weird and revolting
stories of the search were told
with gusto; the completeness of
the destruction was described; the
survivors dwelt upon thei (♦sensa
tions at Ihe moment of the ex
plosion: the heroism of the res
cuers was not forgotten; hut, and
Lepine noted this with a little sigh
of relief, nowhere was there an
intimation that the disaster was
other than an accident.
He sat there for half an hour,
listening to all this, and, then, as
Crochard made no sign, he sum
monel the head waiter and re
quested a word with the proprie
tor. With a nod, as of one who
expected the request, the man
turned and again led the way to
the door at the rear of the room.
“In there, sir,” he said, and
closed it when Lepine had entered.
A single candle burned on the
table in the center of the little
room, and beyond it sat a man. At
the first glance, in the semidark
ness, Lepine fancied it was Cro
chard ; then he saw that this man
was slighter, that his face was
bloodless, and that he was staring
with hunted eyes.
With a little start of surprise,
he looked again; then he sat down.
“So, Samson, it is you!” said
Lepine, quietly.
* * V act am ** a **ci-*i-huaJ OnvMAAM
“I was expecting y :i. But I did
not think you would recognize me
sb readily.”
Lepine laughel f ’ ortly.
‘‘I have a good aemory,” he
said. “Crochard t >’d you, per
iliaps, that I might "net”
“Yes, sir; and 1 ;■ iirected that I
give you this. ’ ’
He handed Lr*v'<^ a note. The
latter broke the -.-ul, held it to the
light, and read arefully:
“My Dear M. Lepine—I have
found it neees -y to leave Toulon,
in the pursui £ a certain busi
ness, whose n; ”e you can guess.
I hope soon to ' i ve good news for
M. Delcasse r 1 yourself. Mean
while, I would -emind you of our
agreement as 1 > my friends. Sam
son is one of t! m. He has already
been of some s rvice in th’is affair,
and may be of more. We can dis
cuss his future upon my return. I
will answer for him.
“Crochard, L’Invincible!”
Lepine refolded the note and
slipped it into his pocket,.
“When did Crochard .leave,”
he asked.
“He gave me the note at 4
o’clock yesterday afternoon, sir,
and stated that he was about to
depart. I have not seen him
since. ’ ’
“Did he mention his destina
tion ?”
“No, sir.”
Lepine regarded his companion
thoughtfully.
“There is one thing that per
haps you can tell me, Samson,”
he said. “Previous to his de
parture, did he visit the house at
80 Rue du Plasson?”
“I think it very probable,”
answered Samson, after a mo
ment’s hesitation. “I myself fur
nished M. Crochard with that ad
dress, when he returned to the
cafe yesterday for his lunch.”
“ Ah !" said Lepine. “So it was
you discovered it!”
He fell a moment silent, study
ing the other’s countenance.
“You have iutleed changed,
| Samson,” he said, at last. “I sup
J pose it was Crochard who ar
j ranged your escape?”
I Samson made no reply.
“You have a good businese
j here ? ’ ’
“ Very good, sir.”
“You know, of course, that it if
my duty to denounce you as an ee
raped criminal?”
“Yes, I know that., sir.”
“Crochard tells me that he wil
answer for you—in other words
he guarantees that you will not
run away. i)o you undcrstanc
| that ?”
| “Do not fear." said Sjamson
huskily. “Monsieur will alwayi
find me here when ho requires
me.”
Lepine looked at him for a mo
ment, then got abruptly to his
: feet.
j “Very well,” he said; “I Rhal
|do nothing for the present,” am
j ho left the cafe.
j It was nearly 8 o’clock, and
I feeling the need of dinner,♦Lepim
| made his wav baek to his hotel
jbut his hunger was destined to g<
! unsatisfied, for, as ho step pec
jthrough the door, Pigot touehec
him on the arm.
. i “M. Delcasse wishes to see yoi
j at once, ’ ’ he said, and Lepine, witl
i one regretful glance fn the diree
! tion of the dining room, hurried
I up the stairs to the minister’s
j apartment. He found him dic
I tating to his secretary, a great
I pile of letters before him.
Without pausing in his dicta
tion, Delcasse picked up a tele
gram which lay at his elbow, and
handed it to Lepine. It was dated
from Paris, and had been filed but
an hour before. It read:
I “Seven notes 100 francs
HI6281OR to B162816R deposited
today by Thomas Cook & Son.
“Linne, Governor Bank of
France.”
Lepine laid the telegram on his
desk and glanced at his watch.
‘ ‘ I must be in Paris in the morn
ing,” he said.
Delcasse nodded.
“Yes,” he agreed. “And Cro
chard?”
“Is no doubt already there,”
and he handed Delcasse the note
which Samson had given him.
Delcasse read it, and looked up
with an amused smile, in which
there lurked a trace of malice.
“What a man!” he said.
“Nevertheless, Lepine, I think you
would better go. Youjnay be able
to assist him! Give him my com
pliments, and keep me informed,”
and he turned back to his secre
tary.
The Paris office of the Messrs.
Cook is at the corner opposite the
opera house, and here, about 10
o’clock on the morning of Thurs
day, September 28, a little grey
bearded man descended from a
fiacre, entered, and, after a short
delay, was admitted to the
presence of the manager, who
made it clear at once that he was
entirely at the service of his dis
tinguished visitor.
repine sat down and produced
from his pocket seven notes of the
Bank of France, for 100 francs
each. They were quite new and
had not even been folded.
“These notes were deposited
by you yesterday afternoon,” he
said. “I should like to know from
whom they were received.”
The qianager took the notes and
glanced at them.
“That will not be difficult,
sir,” he said. “Our cashier can
no doubt tell us from which of our
clerks he received them. Excuse
me a moment.”
He hurried from the room with
the notes in his hand, and Lcpine,
strolling to the window, relapsed
into his favorite amusement. At
no other corner in the city could it
be practiced so profitably, for
here, at the meeting of the boule
vards, all Paris, sooner or later,
passed; and not Paris only, but
vagrants from every natidn. So
Lcpine watched the crowd intent
ly, his bright eyes skipping from
face to face—a mere glance at one,
a longer glance at another, a close
stare at a third. Perhaps, at the
hack of his mind, there was the
hope that some incredible good
fortune might send past this cor
ner a shrunken, white haired man,
leaning on the arm of his dark
haired daughter. . . .
The opening of the door behind
him broke into his thought.;, and
he turned to find that the manager
had brought another man back
with him.
“This is the clerk who received
the money.” said the manager,
and returned the seven notes to
the detective.
Lcpine motioned the clerk to be
seated, and himself sat down fac
ing him. '
“Tell me all that you remember
of the transaction,” he said.
“It was Tuesday afternoon,
sir,” the clerk began, “about l
o'clock. 1 should say, that a man
came to the counter and stated
that be desired a stateroom, with
two berths, second elass, for the
Prinzsessin Ottilie, the sailing of
yesterday. ’'
“What sort of a man?” asked
Lepine.
“A thin man, past middle age.
His heir was quite grey and he was
of a dark complexion, with very
bright eyes.”
“ What language did he use?”
“He spoke in English, sir.”
“Fluently?”
“Quite fluently, sir.”
“Very well; proceed.”
“I was in some doubt as to
whether such a stateroom was
I available, as this is the busy sea
i son; hut on reference to our list,
i I found that there was such a
stateroom. A customer to whom
we had sold it had just called at
i tin* office, saying that he would
not be able to sail, and leaving his
tickets with us to rcshll, if pos
sible. When I told the man of
this, ho seemed very pleased, took
, the tickets, and gave me the 700
' franc notes. My attention was
; called to them because they wen*
i quite new and unfolded. He took
[ j them from a long envelope which
[ i he curried in an inner pocket, and
which seemel to contain a large
i sum of money.”
I (CONTINUED NEXT WEEK.)
A Womin of 100 Years Ago.
Frorn the Philadelphia Ledger.
On* hundred years ago. on the anni
versary of the bastile's fail, died Anne de
?t;Vel-Holstein,''the laughter cf Finance
Minister Necker, whose dismissal from
ffflee had so close a connection with the
events of July M and whom his daughter
fo idolized that in her last illness she
laid: “I have always been the same, in
tense and sorrowful. T have loved God,
rny father and liberty.”
Everyone knows the story of her pre
cocious youth, about which Sainte-Beuve
held that there was “a kind of antique
fascination,” and of her years of celeb
| rfty. when as a peripatetic bluestocking
Bhe sometimes dazzled and sometimes
bored the literary lights of England, Ger
many and Italy.
Tt was to her that Napoleon delivered
bis truly Napoleonic verdict that the
greatest woman was she who bore the
most children. The critic Francis Jeffrey
railed her "the greatest female writer of
any agf* or country,” and Byron said of
h^r: ‘‘H'^r works are my delight, and eo
Is she herself—for half an hour.” Her
works, by the way. seem to have fur
nished the English poet with at least two
thoughts for poetical treatment; for in
the fourth chapter of the first book of
‘Vorinne” is a fairly close prose paral
lel to the familiar lines in "Childe Har
old.” published a few years later, which
begin:
Roil on. thou deep and dark blue ocean,
roll!
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in
vain,
and in a discourse "De 1’Influence des
Passions” sihe anticipates a famous coup
let in "Don Juan” by avowing that
"Love is the history of the life of women;
it is an episode in that of men.”
For two other very famous sayings the
world is in part indebted to Mme. de
Stael. It was Goethe who said, according
to Eckermann’s "Conversations.” that
architecture is frozen music. The same
definition is contained also in Schelllng.
But in "Corinne” (book lv.. chapter 3) the
probable germ of this saying is found,
when, speaking of St. Peter’s cathedral
Rome, the heroine exclaims:
"La vue d’un tel monument est comme
une musique continuelle et fixee.” In the
same work (book xviii, chapter 5) Corinne
declares, "Tout comprendre rend tres in
dulgent,” which in the form of a mis
quotation better than its original, "Tout
comprendre e’est tout pardonner” (To
understand all is to forgive all), has
gained wide popularity in both French
and English.
Kitchener’s Successor.
Gen. Sir William Robertson, in pro
posing the toast of the president of the
United States, roused much enthusiasm
by his tribute to President Wilson,
who, he held, had largely achieved the
United States’ wholehearted and unre
served entry into the war despite tra
ditions, despite the differing interests
of a great people spread over a whole
continent, and despite the presence of
a considerable German element. The
result of President Wilson’s success
was that today America stood higher
in the eyes of the world than she had
ever stood before.
Sir William dwelt on the importance
of the United States organizing her re
resources quickly to suit the existen
sies of modern war. "Germany say3
America will not count; it is America’s
opportunity and privilege to show not
only that she will count but count a
great deal and at once. President Wil
son has a greater and more splendid
task before him than that of Washing
ton. By following the principles on
which American independence was first
established, he can assist in laying the
foundations, not merely of a nation, as
in 1776, but let us hope a new world.
Replying to this toast and propos
ing a toast of Mr. Balfour, Dr. Page,
the American ambassador, said that
hitherto Americans had been concerned
chiefly with the development and ex
tension of liberty at home.
“We have now entered upon a high
er crusade,” he added, “to help in the
extension of liberty in this old world,
since the foundations of liberty
throughout the whole world have been
assailed. This commitment,” he said,
"leads us to victory, and to permanent
victory, and then it leads us inevitably
and joyfully to perfect and permanent
understanding with all other steadfast
friends of freedom. This kingdom is
the steadfast friend of freedom.”
In conclusion, he paid tribute to Mr.
Balfour, saying that no man had
crossed the Atlantic on a nobler mis
sion, and no man had done a nobler
task more successfully than he.
The Mistakes of George III.
Continuing, he referred to the mis
take Great Britain made, almost in
evitably, at that particular period of
the world's history, in supposing that
unity was possible, so long as one part
of the empire, speaking the same lan
guage, having ttie same traditions and
laws, the same love of liberty and the
same ideals, would consent to remain a
part of the empire except on absolutely
equal terms. All he could say in excuse
for his forefathers, he added, amid
laughter, was that the British colonial
policy in the Eighteenth century was
far .better than the colonial policy of
any other country.
Great Britain had learned her les
son, Mr. Balfour went on, and today
they were endeavoring to carry out, by
slow degrees, an imperial constitution
combining this absolute equality of the
different communities with machinery
for the better attainment of common
imperial ends.
"I think,” Mr. Balfour added, “the
separation of America from Great Brit
ain may properly carry memories of
triumph on your side, but it should
be triumph seen in its true perspec
tive, and by this thue perspective so
seen that it does not interfere with con
tinuity in tlie development of fiee in
stitutions with a consciousness of com
mon kinship and common Ideals, and
the considerations which bind us to
gether itnd which year by year, gener
ation by genet ation are going to bind
us still closer in the future.
"Hitherto the battles on American
soil have been battles between peoples
of the same speech and the same tra
ditions. in the future, ideas which
were always fundamentally and essen
tially the same, find a sphere of action
outside even the ample limits of the
| United States, and bind us together in
a world task.
i "We are working together in the
freedom of great hopes and with great
ideals. We have them )«i common from
a common history and from a common
] ancestry. We both spring from the
| same rool, we both cultivate the same
i great aims. We botn have the same
hopes as regards the future of western
civilization, and now we find ourselves
united In this struggle against a power
which, if It he allowed to prevail, is go
ing to destroy the very roots of western
civilization from which we draw our
strength.
Are we not bound together forever?
Will not our descendents see that
among the inoalcuahlo cirsumstances
which this unique episode in the world’s
history produced, the most beneficent
and permanent won that it brought to
gether and united for one common pur
pose. in one common understanding,
the two grea* branches of the English
Epeaklng race?”
When Our Rights Are Invaded.
President .lames Monroe.
In tile sir **f *hr Klicorvwn con*,.,-* In
matters relating to themselves we have
never taken any part, nor cm* t com
port with our policy so to do. ft !• only
when our rights are invaded or seriously
menaced that we resent Injuries or make
preparation for our defense.
No Babies—No Wars.
Some women socialists of Isos Angeles
have injected life into h new scheme to do
sway with war and its attendant horrors.
Brprfly. they propose to refuse to bear
thtklren until a permanent and enduring
peace is established.
They reason: No halites, no men; no
nan. no wars. No socialists?
One-Sided Recognition.
They passed on the street without _ „
speaking, but their eyes hud mutus[fl®|
recognition and challenge. She wus^R
accompanied by a female friend,
he had a male companion. When they m
had passed the girl said: *
"That was poor Jack Jurgens. H«
didn’t speak, hut you noticed ills look,
didn’t you? Poor boy, it hurts me tc
think how he has never got over my
refusal to marry him. Of course hr
was all broken up at the time, hut I
thought he would soon get over it
He’s thinner, isn't he? I do hope that
he hasn’t plunged into dissipation. H»
couldn't trust himself to speak, could
he? Oh, dear’”
And the man was saying:
"Did you see how that dame gave
me the eye? I suppose I should hnWe
spoken to her, because I can’t help
thinking I've met her somewhere—tier
face is familiar, but I can’t place her.”
—Cleveland Plain Dealer.
A Get-Rich-Quick Scheme.
Two young Irishmen in a Canadian
regiment were going into the trenches
for the first time, and their captain
promised them five shillings each for
every German they killed. ,
Pat lay down to rest, while Mick per
formed tlie duty of watching. Pat had
not lain long when he was awakened
by Mick shouting:
“They're coinin’! They’re coinin’!"
“Who’s coinin’?" shouts Pat.
“Tiie Germans,” replies Mick.
‘How many are there?"
“About fifty thousand."
“Begorra,” shouts Pat, jumping up
and grabbtng his rifle, “our fortune’s „
made I"—London Opinion. 'V' **
Once Was Enough.
“My wife never rouses me up to cut w
the grass before breakfast.” r
“Is that, so?”
“Yes; she tried it once and I was
so sleepy that I ran tlie lawn mower
all over her flower beds.
Not a Rare Case. )
“Do you love your ma-in-law?"
“You bet I do. My wife would break
my neck if I didn’t.”
Doing His Best.
She—Are you a freshman?
He (confused)—I try to he.—Bru
noninn.
I IN BED FOR WEEKS
Mr. Smith Was in a Bad Way,
But Doan's Restored Him to
the Best o! Health.
In April. 1916, Louis Smith, 90 New
St., Hackensack, N. J., said: “Words
fail to describe the misery I endured
from kidnev complaint. In mv work 1 i
i lot of heavy lifting and/1
this weakened my kidneys.'ll
At first 1 only Buffered a
from a slight ' backache, I
but almost before 1 knew I
it, I was all bent over like I
a man a hundred years I
old. L»
“I began to grow worse ft >*
as the days passed and 1
TSW' nnauy x naa to taKe to
Mr. Smith, mf bed where I re
mained for weeks. My head pained ter
ribly and my back just throbbed. I
was always dizzy and it seemed as if
everything was whirling. Little black
specks came before my eyes and I also
suffered from painful and scanty pas
sages of the kidney secretions. Every
thing seemed dark and dreary.
“Doan’s Kidney Pills completely
cured me and I am enjoying the best of
health now.”
“Sworn to before me.”
E. M. Johnson, Justice Peace.
On March 19, 1917, Mr. Smith added:
‘‘I will never forget what Doan's have
done for me. Whenever f catch cold
on my kidneys. I can depend on Doan's
to fix me up all right.”
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