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A MAKER
OF HISTORY
By E. PHILLIPS OPPENHF.IM,
Author of "27ifl Martrr Mummer." "A
Vrincn of Sinner.'" "MunterUnu
Mr. Bahln," "Anna the
Adventure," Etc.
Copyright, 1503. 1000 by Mttle, Urown,
and Company.
(Contlnvod from 1'ngo Throe.)
"My ilonr Andrew," nho snld, "I will
ndmlt (lull 1 have boon doing all mini
hit of liu'ouiiirclii'iislblu thing-. I
Stil,j1i't ......li.f. ,!.,... II ,., I
vuuiwit i v;.iuiiii uvr,i iiiiiik. ll would
Hike loo long. What I did I did for
Ju.v'h wiko and of my own froo will.
It will he all over lu u day or two now,
and we shall he coining hack to
ICiynesworlh. Then I will tell you
talcs of our adventures which will
iinike your hair stand ou end."
"It Isn't true about CJny, thon?" ho
exclaimed.
She hesitated for a moment.
"Andrew," she said, "I cannot tell
you anything. It must sound rather
Ijorrid or me, but I cannot help It. I
wiuit you to ;,'o away. In u day or two
I will write."
"If 1 must," he said reluctantly, "I
will go away, but not to worry about
you (hut Is Impossible. You seem to
lie surrounded by all tho mediaeval
ti'i-rora which confronted the emanci
pation of princesses lu our fairy books.
Only a short time up Duneombe lin .
plorcd me to follow his example and
leave you and Purls alone. The detec- '
tivu whom I brought with me has been
Kliadowed ever since we left Paris.
Last night he left me for a few hours,
. .d this morning conies iv note from
the hospital. He Is lying there with
the back of his head beaten in gnrrot
trs, of course, the police say. looking
for plunder. How can you ask me to
lie easy in my mind about you 7"
She smiled reassuringly.
"No harm will come to mo here, I
t.:i promise you," she said. "It is you
who run the most risk' if you only
know It. Sir Georgo Duneombe gave
you tho best ndvlce when he tried to
tot you to return to England."
"I cannot leave Lloyd now until he
lias recovered," Andrew answered.
'-"Toll me, Phyllis, has Duneombe found
you out? lias be been here?"
"Yes." she answered. "1 sent him
nway as I am doing you."
"Has he ever toll you." Andrew
nsked. "wjiv he was willing In the ilrst
Instance to come to I'arls in search of
you?"
"Xo," she answered. "Wasn't It be
cause he was your friend?"
He shook his head.
If I.. 1,1 V..I .......... . . . l
i in in mum-, um mine.' no said,
with n sigh. "Ask him some day."
The maniuise fcwopt into tho room as
lio passed out, an Impression of. white
ermine and laces and perfume.
"Another of your English lovers, ma
liclle?" she asked.
"Scarcely that," Phyllis answered.
"Ho Is a very old friend, and ho was
rather hard to get rid of."
"I think." the marqulso said, "you
-would get rhl of all very willingly for
the sake of one. eh?"
The "ma rqulKe'st tired" InsohYiitly Tulo
the girl's face. Phyllis only laughed.
"One is usually considered the ideal
number lu our country," she remarked
lomurely.
"But the one?" the maniuise c6ntln
tied. "Ho would not be one of these
cold, heavy countrymen of yours, no?
You have learned betier perhaps over
liere?"
"I hav not had vc.y much opportu
nity over, here, hav? I, to amend my
Ideals?" sho asked. ". think the only
two Frenchmen ! buv mot are tho
nianpils and that lungi-M young man
with tho reen tic, tb. Vk'omto de Ber
plllne, wasi t It?"
Tho rnur.,uise wotckod her charge
closoiy.
"Well." she snhl. "'.ie is 'comma 11
fnm,' Is ho not? You Hsul him more
elegant, more chic, Uiuu your English
men, oh?"
Phyllis shook her head regretfully.
"He is ,twenty-tl:ree," tho maniuise
declared.
Phyllis laughed uoftly.
"Woli;" she said, "I do not think that
I shall amend my Idea la for the sake of
tho VIcointo de Bcrglilic."
"Tell'nie child," sho suld. "You mean,
then, that of tho two your English
Sir George Duneombe and Henri that
you would prefer Sir George?"
Phyllis looked at her with twinkling
eyes,
"You would really like to know?" sho
asked.
"Yes."
"Sir George Duucombo Indnltely."
Tho uinrqulbo seemed to have recov
ered her good spirits.
"Come, little 'one," sho said, "you
lose color in tho house. I will tako
3'ou for n drive."
Andrew, conscious that he wns being
followed, sat down outside a cafe on
Ills way homeward and bado his guldo
leavo him for n littlo lime. Instantly.
then; was the sort rustle "of fcriifiilnc
skirls by his side, and n woman seated
herself on the next ehnlr.
"Monsieur has not been up to tho
Cafe Montmartro lately."
Pelhain turned his head. It was tho
young lady from Vienna.
"Xo," he answered. "I have not
been there since I had tho pleasure of
seeing mademoiselle."
"Monsieur has discovered all that ho
wanted (o know?"
He nodded a little wearily.
"Yes, I think so."
Sho drew her chair quite "close to his.
The sable of her turban hat almost
brushed his cheek, and the perfume
of (ho violets at her bosom was strong
in Ids nostrils.
"Monsieur has seen tho young lady?"
"I have seen her," he answered.
"Monsieur Is Indebted to me," she
said softly, "for some Information. Let
me ask liltn one, question. Is it true,
tills story lu the newspapers, of tho
finding of this young man's body? Is
M. Guy Poynton really dead?"
"I know no more than we all rend In
the newspapers," he answered.
"Ills sister spoko of him as dead?"
she asked.
"I cannot discuss this matter with
you, mademoiselle," ho answered.
"Monsieur Is ungrateful," she de
clared, with a little grimace. "It is
only that which I desire to know. lie
was such a beau garcon, that young
Englishman! You will tell me that?"
she whispered.
He shook his head.
"Mademoiselle will excuse me." ho
Bald. "I am going to take a carriage to
my hotel!"
"It Is on the way to leave me at my
rooms. If you will be so kind." she
suggested, laying her hand upon Ids
arm.
"Mademoiselle will excuse me." ho
answered, turning away. "Good after
noon." Mademoiselle also (ook a carriage
and drove to a large house at the top
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lie louhal up hk kite entered.
of the Chumps Elysees. Sho was at
once admitted and passed with the air
of one rami liar with the place Into a
small room at the back of the house,
where a man was sitting at n table
writing. He looked up as she entered.
"Well?"
She threw herself Into a chair.
"I have been following (ho English
man, Pelhain. all day," she said In
German. "He has seen Miss Poynion.
1 have talked with him since at a cafe.
Imt he would tell me nothing. He has
evidently been warned."
The man grumbled as he resumed his
writing.
"That fact alone should bo enough
lor us," ho remarked. "If there Is any
thing to conceal we can guess what It
is. These amateurs who are lu league.
with the secret service nro the devil!
1 would as soon resign. What with
them and the regular secret scrvlco
Paris is an Impossible city for us.
Where wo would watch wo are watch
ed ourselves. The streets and cafes
bvlstle with spies! I do not wonder
that you ilnd success so dllllcult, ma
demoiselle." "I haven't done so badly!" sho pro
tested. "No, for you have been set easy
tasks. Can you tell me, though, where
that young Englishman disappeared to
nvheu he loft the Cafe Montmartro be
fore your very eyes? Can you (ell me
whether the secret service got hold of
his story, how much the Freuch gov
ernment believe of it, whether they
have communicated with tho English
government and how much thoy know?
Beyond (hose things it is not your prov
ince to see or mine, mademoiselle, and
Is not for us to guess nt or Inquire into
tho meaning of tilings. Toll me, is It
worth wldlo to have this man Pclham
put out of the way for a time?"
Sho shook her head.
"I do not think so," sho answered.
"Ho Is quite stupid. Tho other, Sir
George Duneombe, ho was different.
If ho had stayed in Paris ho would
have been worth watching.
A bell rang. Tho man rose.
"Tho chief," lie said. "Bo at tho
cafe tonight." Mademoiselle went
away thoughtfully.
"It Is over this affair," shrfsald to
herself. "Cnrl knows cverythlg."
CHAPTER XXXVI
PENCEH, whose recry dur
lug (he last few daysJiad been
as rapid as the llrsl develop
ment of his liullsnoJIon. had
Just changed for dinner andf.'as light
ing a "cigarette d'apperti" when,
without waiting to be nniujiiccd, the
VIcointo de Berglllac cntereiitlie room.
Silencer, with llglittilng-llkl Intuition,
knew that his (hue was conn
"Off wllh your coat, man and cet
your code books out. I am going to
glvo you, tho most sensntlcial story
which has ever appeared Inyour pa
per!" he exclaimed. "Onlyletnember
tills It must appear tomoirw morn
ing. I am arranging for th French
papers to have It. Yours sb 11 be the
only English Journal. Glaifi' through
these sheets. They contah 'tho story
of Taffalre Poynton. " )
Spencer was master of le gist of
the thing in a very few moi vnts. His
eyes were bright wi(h cxeil incut.
'Who guarantees this?' lie asked
quickly.
"My uncle has signed it,' Henri do
Berglllac answered, "and at io bottom
of the page there you will co a still
more distinguished slguatun i. You un-
derstand Taffalre Poynton' iiw? It Is
very simple. Thnt English 1 .y actual-;
ly witnessed a meeting biftveen the
czar and tho emperor and ( rns up In
Paris, with a loose sheet I a treaty
between tho two relative t m attack
upon England. Our people ;t hold of
him at the Cafe Montmarlii, and wo
have hidden him away ever nice. Our
friends, the Germans, who 'oomod to
have had some suspicions nout him,
have filled tho city with iples, but
from tho llrst wo have kej them off
the scent. We had a little ( (Uculty in
convincing our friends, yo r country
people, but we managed (c borrow u
few papers from the Genu in ambas
sador while lie was staylnght a coun
try house in England, whicllwcre suf
ficient." Spencer was already wr ting. Ills
coat lay on the floor who t ho had
thrown it. j
"Don't go for a moment, e Bergll
lac," ho said. "I want to ask Jou a few
things. I can talk and cods at tho
same time. What about Mlis Toyn
ton?" I I
"Well, we hnd to take care of her,
too," De Berglllac said. "Of course all
hor Inquiries over hero would .have led
to nothing, but they knew about her at
the English embassy, so wo walked her
off from the Cafe Montmartro one
night nnd (ook her to a friend of mine,
tho Marqulso do St. Ethol. W'q told
hor a little of the truth ami -a little,
I'm afraid, which was an exaggera
tion. Anyhow we kept her qulit. and
we got her to go to England for us
with Toquor. They hnd a very narrow
shave down nt Ruuton, by tho bye." !
"After this." Spencer said, with a
smile, "the secret service peoplo prop
er will have to look to their laurels. It
Is a triumph for the amateurs."
The vlcomto twirled Ids tiny black
mustache.
"Yes," he said, "wo have Justified
ourselves. It has cost us something,
though!"
"M. Louis!"
Spencer stopped writing.
"It was an affair of a million francs,"
tho vlcomto said. "I hope ho has got
tlie money."
Spencer resumed his work.
"The baron a traitor!" lie exclaimed.
"Where is he?"
"In England. We are not vindictive.
If the Germans paid him a million
francs (hey got nothing for It. Ho
has lieon watched from (ho first. Wo
knew of It (ho moment he came to
terms with (hem. He only knows bnro
facts. Nothing beyond. Ho is going
to Brazil, I think. We shall not Inter
fere." "Tell mo why," Spencer snld, "you
wore so down on all of us who Joined
in the search for the Poyntons?"
"Wo could not afford to run any
risks of your discovering a clew," Do
Berglllacanswered'becauseyou lu your
turn were closely, watched by German
spies, hoping (o discover (hem through
you. That Is why we had to strike
hard at all of you who Interfered. I
was sorry for little Flossie, but sho
knew the risk she ran. Wo had to
stop you, Induce Duneombe to leavo
Paris and knock on the bend a fool of
an English detective for fear ho might
discover anything. M. Pelhain was
getting Into danger, but of course it Is
nil over now. Tomorrow wo are brine
lug Guy Into Paris."
Spencer nodded.
"Where la Duneombe?" ho asked.
"Back In Paris," Do Berglllac answer
ed. "Arrived here with mo today. Ho
Is much In love with the beautiful sis-'
tor. Alas! It wns to him thnt sho In- J
trusted tho missing page of that treaty
which sho found In her brother's lug
gage Somo day I must tell you of
my adventures In England last night,
when I weut over to got it and found
M. Louis n Ilttlo ahead of me."
"Somo day," Spencer murmured,
writing for denr life, wllh the porsplra-'
tlon streaming down his forehead. "My
dear vlcomto, do you mind ringing tho
bell? I want my servant. I must"
telegraph my pnpor to warn thorn of
this. They must clear two columns of
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Tlien ho turned toward the door.
"I will leave you," lie said. "The
dust of England Is still In my throat.
Absinth, a Imth nnd dinner! Au rovoir,
nion ami! Confess thnt I have kept the
promise which M. Louis made you. It
Is what you call a coup, this, eh?"
Out on the boulevards tho papers
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"The piny commences," ho murmur
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Spencer was still working like a
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"I must Interrupt you for a mo
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brought you an evening paper. The
Rnltle licet has sunk half a do-.en
English Hailing boats, nnd tho whole
country Is in a frenzy. It Is tho begin
ning." Spencer nodded.
"I.oavo tho paper, there's a good fel
low," lie said. "I will look It through
presently. If there Is time If there Is
only time this will bo the greatest
night of my life. No other paper has a
hint, you say?"
"Not one!"
"If I could put back the clock a sin
gle hour!" Spencer muttered. "Never
mind! Williams, more sheets!"
Do Berglllac took his leavo. Ho had
telephoned for his motor, which waB
waiting outside. He gave tho order to
drive to his rooms. On the way he
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tlio Louvre. In a room nt tho extreme
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Do Berglllac looked at It curiously. A
small brougham, which lie recognized,
stood outside.
"If one could see Inside," ho mut
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