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MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 19, 1922 Alias the Lone Wolf By LOUIS JOSEPH VANCE (Copyright, 1921, Intenational Magazine Co. ' HERE TODAY. , he secret of the most bnl <,4vice to be disclosed to the .he .loved? The man all . w Andrew Duehemin, . . ,’ bett sent To the south C L eto avoid plots by revenge hvviki, was recuperating rT effect s of a bullet wound » ™ hv a Paris Apache from Duehemin had ptevi ]'v e Relied the voting American ’ Evr de Montalais, and her suspicions were arous -1 n ( , lt . vt . r question# coneernmg ~v , -ls and veiled warnings ;; J , ht . -Lone Wolf” had been |,v the Strange party which, ‘7|, t refuge in the chateau front ?r>rni 1* consisted ot Whitaker his secretary, Phinuit, who (e,i a- chauffeur, and the Count ,j Countess de l.mgnes. Oi, thi- night, when the chateau . .jdeep, the wounded Duehemin ■ t his bedroom and went seeking hi th- drawing room. His placed on the table, ~ suddenly blown out and then moved by unseen hands. . GO ON WITH THE STORY. Duehemin straightened- up sharp- I and stood quite still, listening. ! , sound . . . His vision spent itself fruitlessly ahi t the blackness, which the ised window draperies rendered lolute loir for those dull, sardonic e« of dying embers. In spite of himself he knew a mo ■nt when flesh crawled and the ir eenied to stir upon the scalp; i Duehemin knew he was not me; there was something else in ■ roor.i with hint, some hing nnme -, stealthy, silent, sinister. A hand extended about a foot en untered the back of an upholstered I air, which be identified by touch. I sliming the (hair to be occupying • usau! position, he need only con- I me in a line parallel with the line : it< back to find the entrance-hall ■ about six paces. Within three he stopped dead, as paralyzed by sudden instinctive rcsption of that other presence ise by. Whether he had drawn near to it, ch by inch, or whether it, seeing m about to make good his escape, d crept up on him, he could not y. He only knew that it was ■ within arm’s length, waiting, prepared, and somehow dead ■ in its animosity. ■ Digging the nails deep into the ■lms of his hands, until the pain ■ ■lieved his nervous tension, he ■ CLARK’S PHARMACY ER&£ < - JSS® <1 fcl ; 'iwSw IKiEt. '£mHH - - - UF Limeade With Pineapple Ice I s rapidly becoming the "’ ost Popular drink in town. 7 11 you been missing " e “'side delight and out ‘ i . happmess which this L H dr.nk holds for you? ; ne . a da V will keep you °oi and refreshed. of the day why Heal away from the Tri' D 0 ." 16 d ° Wn 5-acks Place” and “take on one. L 11 s also very refreshing L y ° U . golfers - After ab ° Ut 36 holes youiH o YTi tryone and nio re . * lke P |a y«ng 36 Men'' 'J’''!° “ d Let thJ I J d ° n ‘ Crowd ’ ladies come first. <-W, Pharmacy lephone fourteen waited once more, one minute, two, i three. ’ But nothing . . . Then very slowly he lifted an arm, and swept it before him right and ! left. At one point of the arc, a | trifle to hit left, his finger-tips I brushed Tying. He thought he \ detected a '• in the darkness, a stifled sou- wepped forward quick ly, clawin the air, and caught be tween his fingers a wisp of some material, >ike silk, sheer and glace, a portion *of some garment. Simultaneously he heard a smoth ered cry, of anger of alarm, and the night seemed to split, and be rent into fragments by a thousand shooting needles of colored flame. Smitten brutally on the point of ! the jaw, his head jerked back, he I reeled and fell against a chair, i which went to the floor with a muf i fled crash. CHAPTER X A Woman’s Faith. Duehemin woke up in his bed, glare of sunlight in his eyes. He groaned aloud and with both hands clutched temples that promised to split with pain that crashed between them, stroke upon stroke, like blows of a mighty ham mer. i Also, his jaw was stiff, and devel . oped a protesting ache whenever I he opened his mouth. Then Duehemin remembered . . . He got up hastily and spent sev eral thrilling minutes under an icy shower and emerged feeling more on terms with himself and the world. The valet-de-chamber brought with his tray the announcement that- Madame de Montalais presented her compliments and would be glad to see monsieur at his convenience in teh grand salon. So Duehemin made short work of his dressing, his cof fee and roll, and hurried down to the drawing room. Her profound reverie disturbed by i his approach, she rose quickly, ad- I vancing to meet Duehemin with both I hands offered in sympathy. I “My dear friend! You are suffer i ing—r?” He met this with a smiling denial, i “Not now; at first, yes; but since my bath and coffee, I’m as right as a trivet. But madame is not dressed for her journey!” “No, monsieur. ] have postponed >t—” a slight pause prefaced one more word—“indefinitely.” At this confirmation of the fears which had been haunting him, Duehemin nodded slightly. 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C?s PEAD AN V woftS& jWK RuT Wy’lLE fORSAEE / wouuV INVEST ■' -1 '!/■'■' LO OKED LIKE A REAL / / TWiSfflM SECT lON ; LET 5 READ 7n NOT /in A «ONE- I ’’ IL I I 1/ I .-ur r^/ ' Ami Hi JUST fOR Lucxy ES f PICTURE °b4 E Ts GO DOWN TO . w| /xxC' • J M’ltV ‘ V ' one OfFKE AND I w a W" Lid A ~~ #< ‘ I cTV’y' 1 ' --M- <jrTl~■■ I IhlW 3 ~ JBbHdWz; lit / is. “Yes," she said thoughtfully, when i Duehemin had explained his pres ence in the drawing room: “I, too found it not easy to sleep. But I heard nothing till that chair crashed.” "Tou came down here—alone?” "But naturally, monsieur.” I don t believe,” said Duehemin sincerely, "the World holds a woman your peer for courage.” Or curiosity?” she laughed. "At all events, I found you, but could do nothing to rouse you. So I called Jean, and he helped me get you up stairs again. M ell, you see ... It was broad daylight before I noticed that the screen which stands in front of my safe was out of place. The safe is built into the solid wall, you know. 1 got up then, and. found the safe door an inch or so ajar. Whoever opened it last night, closed it hasti ly and neglected to shoot the bolts.” And your jewels, of course—?” She pronounced with unbroken composure: “They have left me noth ing, monsieur.” Duehemin groaned and' hung his head. ‘1 wanted to consult you first, and . ” She broke off sharply to ask : "A es, Jean: what is it?” The footman had entered to bring her cards, over which Eve de Mom talais arched her brows. Show the gentlemen in,, please.” The servant retired. ’’The lnen f| Om p ar j Sj madame?'” V es. You will excuse me She went to meet the men in the nmldle of the room. Duehemin turned back to the window and was grateful for that moment of respite in which to compose and prepare himself. Within an hour, he knew, within a day or so at most, he must he under arrest, charged with the theft of the Montalais jewels, damned by his yesterday as much as by every turn of circumstantial evidence . . . The men whom Jean ushered in proved to be, outwardly, what Duehemin had expected: of a class only too well-known to him, plain men of the people, unassuming, well trained and informed, sceptical; not improbably shrewd hands in the game of thief-making. Saluting Madame de Montalais with calculated ceremony, one act ing as spokesman offered to present their credentials. It is not necessary, messieurs,” she said. ‘I regret very much to have inconvenienced you, although of course it will make no difference in your bill < but I Have brought you here to no purpose. The neces sity for my contemplated journey no longer exists.” There were expressions of surprise to which she put an end with the words, accompanied by a charming YHE AMERICUS TIMES RECORDER. smile; “Frankly, messieurs, 1 have simply changed my mind.” There was nothing more to be said. Openly more than a little mys tified, the men withdrew. The smile with which she dis missed them lingered, delightful and > enigmatic, as Eve recognized the j stupefaction with which Duehemin moved to remonstrate with her. "Madame!" he cried in a low voice 'of wonder and protest— ‘ why did you .do that? Why let them go without telling them—?” “Possibly that is nty wish, mon -1 sieur.” He gave a gesture of be wilderment. “Perhaps,” she contin ued, meeting his blank stare with eyes in which amusement gave place to a lookd almost apologetic yet utterly kind “perhaps I have more faith in you ...” Duehemin bowed his head over hands so tightly knitted that the knuckles were white with strain. “You would not have faith,” he said in a low voice, “if you knew—” She interrupted in a gentle voice: “Are you sure?” “ —What I must tell you!” “My friend,’’’ she said “tell me nothing that would distress you.” “If you had told those detectives,” he said- at length, without looking ’up, “you must have known very soon. ' They must have found me ! •out without too much delay. And ' anybody else guilty when they I «««««««<< <4 < 4 «4 < <4 < r / „„ t | Just What lhe : • Doctor Ordered— I | About the niftiest line of Fall Flats for young men . ¥ J I’ve seen in a long time. 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And she had for him. in the agony and the abase ment of hi- soul, still quivering from the rack of emotion that alone could have extorted his confession— she had for him the half-smile, tender and compassionate, that it is given to most men to see but one in a life time on the lips an in the eyes of the woman beloved. “Then .you knew—!” Since the night those strange i people were here and tried to make i i you unhappy with their stupid talk of the Lone Wolf. I suspected, ! ] then; and when 1 came to know you I ' better, I felt quite sure ... 1 have I' faith in you.” ’ j ’ “But why?” : i She shook her head. “You mustn’t j ask me that.” i At the end of a long moment he < said in a broken voice: “Very well:!’ I won't . . . Not yet awhile . . .!) 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