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I don’t know if you have come out here to see me, but in any case....” “Yes, I have come to speak to you.” said the other heavi ly. “I hear that you no longer wish to sell the Copper House. Is that true?” “Perfectly true,” replied Leo politely. Marcus Tassler looked at him as though this reply was not unexpected, and puffed away at his cigar. “My clinet is prepared to in crease his offer,” he said after « minute. Leo smiled. “It is not a question of in creasing the offer, but of the entire rejection of any offer Whatsoever... .Besides, your client is Mr. Andrei Bernin, Isn’t he? I have been talking to him, but he didn’t allude to the matter; it does not «eem to interest him any longer,” added the young man boldly. Lona Ivanovna stood listening to them, her eyes bright, and her lips tightly shut, but she laid nothing. Tassler turned to her: “Can I see Andrei Ivanov ttch!” he asked sharply; “Rastakov tells me that your brother is up.... ” The old lady turned, and went indoors. “Allow me to show you the Way, gentlemen,” she said, over her shoulder. Her voice and look bore thaces of an in ward conflict. Another peal of thunder tumbled in the distance. CHAPTER X. The Situation Becomes Acute. Maurice Wallion had gone down the windnig staircase just as the gardener came into the kitchen, and from his hid ing place he heard Rosenthal inquire in a low voice: “Where is Rastakov?” A gruff voice, which obvi ously belonged to the man on guard by the kitchen door, re plied : “He is at the lodge.” There was a little rustling sound, as Rosenthal threw the roses down on a table, and he called out: “Here are your roses, Lona Ivanovna. I hear you have visitors, and Tassler and the baron are expected,” and without waiting for an answer, the gardener went out again. Wallion, who had remained motionless on the stairs, heard a distant sound from the front of the house, and hesitated over his next move. Presently he went up to the first floor and, after listening a little, he opened a window at the back of the house, and jumped soft ly down. He slipped into the shrubbery, and skirted the wall of the terrace until he came in sight of the main en trance. He heard the old lady request the gentlemen to fol low her, and saw them enter the house behind her. Rasta kov and the young girl re mained together, and the for mer'said shortly: “What are you waiting for?” She went up to mm, and said, in a grave voice that con trasted oddly with her girlish appearance: “Justice must he done. That is what I am waiting for.” She looked straight at Ra'stakov’s swarthy face, and he returned her gaze fixedly. “Justice! That is a wonder ful word, Sonia Andreievna. There is no justice nowadays; the bayonets have put an end to it. The future is blood-red. Both Navies Have Spies. By Jonathan Mitchell in Outlook. Both the American and British navies have their own special spies, and sometimes they outshine the ad mirals themselves. To some English naval officers the most glamorous •nan in the last war was not Fisher nor Jellicoe nor Beatty, but a spy called Mr C. Mr. C’s greatest exploit, according to the legend which has grown up around him. was impersonating a member of General Ludendorff's staff and taking lunch with Emperor Wilhelm at German G. H Q It is known that Ludendorff habitually entrusted matters of great import ance to young officers, and that the 16 Sonia Andreievna; don’t pin your hopes to it.” He spoke in a hard, bitter voice, then turned and left her. The girl put both her hands up to her face, and ran down the terrace; like some little lost animal, she stood still, then ran on again, crying soft ly to herself. At last she threw herself onto a bench under the shade of the syringn j trees, crouched down in the I farthest corner of it, and buried her face in her arms. A low murmur of voces could be heard through the open win dows of the dining room. . Wallion, concealed by the trees, took a few steps to wards the avenue, and sawT in the distance Baron Fayerling approaching, accompanied by the lodgekeeper, Tugan, and tw# of the forest guards. They were walking briskly along, at the pace of a marching patrol. At the same moment, the Prob lem-hunter made another, and far from reassuring discovery: across the field on either side of the avenue, he noticed a number of men, posted at equal distances from each oth er, and stretching as far as the eye could reach....a double “cordon” was being draivn round the Copper House. Double, indeed; for when Wal lion turned round, he saw five or six fellows with guns file on to the terrace from te op posite direction, and take up their position close to the house. No chance of getting past them! lie was caugnt m a trap. The outer “cordon,” which embraced a considerable area, was being gradually contract ed. lie calculated the number of men to be about 40. “They have brought re inforcements,” he reflected. “Something must be going to happen; the gang is assem bling—they only want the great, invisible Gabriel Ortiz to make things complete;” and he looked all round him, and bit bis lips. A fe\y raindrops were beginning to patter on the dry leaves, and towards the sea, dark thunder-clouds were gathering in heavy masses. * » # Lona Ivanovna appeared again; she went over to her niece and took her by the shoulder. “Come indoors,” she said softly and gently; “Sonia, I believe that a miracle might happen, but we must keep a brave face, and never cry for quarter.” The girl got up; her eyes were dry now, and she took her aunt’s hand, like a child, and went in with her. It was very quiet in the din ing room where the others were assembled. Tassler was standing in the middle of the room, Leo by the window on the righthand side, and Rasta kov—his arms theatrically folded—by the door. No one was speaking, but it was evi dent that something had just been said which astonished I them, and they were all looking ' at the blind man in his arm : chair, as though they expected him 1o say something more. Andrei Bernin was sitting with his white head turned to-; wards them; now and then, he rubbed his hands as tough they were cold, but he re mained silent. I it j* vrry strange, sam Tassler at length, in a thick, grumbling voice: “it is most extraordinary, Andrei Bernin, that you <1 id not find this out before. You state that you no longer wish to buy the Cop per House, because you are too poor! You owe both Mr. Grath and myself an explanation.” “I never said that I was rich enough to buy the Copper House. It is as much as I can afford to remain here as its kaiser's entourage was accustomed to receiving messages from him whom they had never seen before, so this story may very likely be based on fact. Mr. C is also supposed to have gone Into Moscow at the time, just after the war, when the British were attacking from Archangel, and to have gained the confidence of Len lne and Trotsky to such an extent that he was made an official of the bolshevist government. 1 Even lesser spies are felt to be ro mantic characters. One Londoner tells of turning into his Piccadilly club at about 3 in the morning, while the war was on, and finding a man, dressed in the uniform of a German tenant. Why do you ask me, Marcus, when you know that you have always managed ev erything?'' “Exactly, 1 undertook to see to all your buisness for you. You—poor! Why, man, you have been ill for so long, that your *ideas have grown quite hazy! Your money has multi plied enormously, invested in the Finno-Russian Import and Export company; don’t you realize that?’5 Tassler spoke rapidly and loudly, as though he anticipat ed some interruption; he mopped his cheeks and fore head with his handkerchief, and looked at Andrei Bernin with a very unwonted expres sion of obsequious servility. “Surely you are capable of understanding ns much of your business as that,’’ he con tinued... .“of course, 1 have done my best for you.” “Perhaps,” answered the blind man; “perhaps you have, Marcus; but I am not going to buv the Copper House.” Tassler lifted his small, plump hands, and turned to Lona Ivanovna. “Always the same! This poor brother of yours hasn’t the slightest idea of business! 1 begin to think that you must have acted on your own responsibility during his ill ness. Can’t you make him see reason ?” “I don’t think that is nec essary,” she answered quietly. “You don’t?” “No, not since yesterday— when Sergius came here.” “Sergius!” i es, Marcus, up to yester day, 1 still believed in you, and allowed you to act for us. That’s all over. Now you must act for yourself.” ‘‘And that is the most dif ficult of all,” added the feeble voice of the blind man, philo sophically. Marcus Tassler turned dis tinctly paler; it was impossi ble to -ignore the challenge of Lona Ivanovna’s tone and whole demeanor. Even Leo noticed it, and to relieve the painful tension, he said pleas antly, and as unconcernedly as he could: ‘‘Yes, there we arc agreed, my dear Mr. Tassler. When the purchaser will not buy, nor the seller sell, the whole transaction comes automatical ly to an end. For the exact details, I must ask you to be so good ns to refer to Mr. Bur chardt.” Tassler turned to him, with the ponderous agility of a hip popotamus. ‘‘I will do so, Mr. Grath.” “That will be all right, then.” ‘‘And I shall tell him that you have refused the best of fer that has ever been made for a property,” continued Tassler. ‘‘My conscience is clear, at any rte.” ‘‘Not altogether, Marcus,” said the blind man from his corner. Tassler ’ s obsequiousness crackled like a mirror at a blow from a hammer, and be very different face, with an hind the mirror appeared a gry eyes, distorted features, and lips drawn back in an ugly snarl. “Listen to me, Andrei,” he cried out quickly and breath lessly, “and you too, Lona. I can see quite welt*that Sergius has bewitched you. Take care! Sergius is not what he was, he has taken the wrong road, and anyone who shelters him is hound to be ruined.” “What do you want?” she asked. “I want to speak to him be fore it is too late.” “It is too late, now.” “That's impossible!” “Marcus Tassler, it is all over. You cannot alter things now.” “Not I perhaps, but cer tainly .... ” “Certainly who?” a voice interrupted him, and the baron came into the room. “Can you mean me, by any chance?” Tassler was silent. The bar on had staged his entrance submarine captain, asleep in the bil liard room. While he went/4o rouse the club servants the man vanished, and it was not until after armistice that he discovered that the man had been dear old Bilkinsop, who had flown hack from the North Sea to report to the admiralty, and not anticipat ing that any one would be up and abort at such an hour, sneaked into the club for a few minutes’ sleep. The abilhy of the British admir alty’s secret service is widely ad mitted, even by Americans. An at tache of our embassy in London de clares that more than once our navy with the skill and aplomb cf an accomplished actor. He advanced with the friendly air of a casual visitor, but no one could ignore the imperious gesture with which lie imposed silence upon his partner. The lash was inflicted with a smile: “By Jove, Tassler, how you do hold forth! Madame lva novna, don’t let us dispute over trifles. Be so good as to introduce me to your brother and to the owner of the Cop per House.” As the old lady did not move, he completed the cere mony himself, with easy grace, pressing the blind man's pas sive hand, and bowing low te Loo. “You have a remarkably fine old property, Mr. Gratli,” he remarked, “but it is very much out of the world, and all sorts of queer things might happen here, without anybody having the slightest suspicion of what was going on. I am thinking more particularly of the ease of Bernard Jenin, and wlint is likelv to be the result of it.” He smoother his D'Annunzio beard, looked from one face to another, and repeated thoughtfully: “What the results may be.” A pause followed these words. The blind man re marked : “Logic teaches us that one of two results will follow: either Bernard Jenin will be captured, or lie will not. 1 in cline towards the latter hy pothesis.” “Indeedt” replied the bar on. “Logic is a wonderful sci ence, my dear Mr. Bernin; I also argue logically, and I say: Bernard Jenin certainly came to the Copper House; he cer tainly did not leave it again: therefore he must still be in the Copper House. It is as easy to prove as this other lit tle syllogism: Thieves deserve punishment: Bernard Jenin is a thief: therefore Bernard Jenin deserves punishment.” “Are you not first bound to prove that he is a thief?” sug gested Leo, and Sonia flashed a grateful look at him. The baron affected to be much surprised, and turned courteously to the speaker: “Certainly,” he admitted, “but only to those whose busi ness it is to plead for the thief.” Leo colored. “As the owner of the Cop per House,” he said more sharply, ‘‘it seems to me that I have a right to know wheth er I am harboring a thief in my house, or not.” “Most assuredly. Will it content you if I can show that the fellow robbed me?” Leo replied with a stiff bow. “Well, Mr. Garth, allow me to inform you that an impor tant paper—the so-called Tar raschin memorandum—whilst on its way to me from Russia was stolen by Bernard Jenin, and is still in his possession Tasslor and Rastakov are my witnesses; is that sufficient?” “ \ es, if no one takes cxeep tion to your statement, or to your witnesses.” Leo looked at Lona Ivanovna, but, to his surprise, she turned her face away. The baron smiled supercili ously, and the young man, ir ritated, he knew not why, said deliberately: “No doubt you are right; and you are quite at liberty tc call in the police." Ilastakov made an involun tary movement, but the baron checked her with a glance, and answered: ‘‘The police? Yes, I would do so, if I had plenty of time to spare, aud if I was not un willing to compromise my dear friends here—” and lie looked at Andrei Bernin and the two ladies. ‘‘As it is essential that I should have the paper by this evening, I must unfortunately take the matter into my own hands.” (TO BE CONTINUED) Q. When , will the Pendleton roundup be held?—E. A. A. The 20th annual Pendleton roundup will be held September 18 to 21, inclusive. during the war was forced to ask Its help. 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