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Show Cfyv International Maxins CocpirrJ (Continued from Our in.st issue) A giimpso of startled faces was ill i they had. Jules touched the headlight head-light switch and opened th- exhaust, i above the roarinc of the latter Lanyard Lan-yard fancied he could hoar n faint rattling sound. He looked back and j smiled grimly, Xlmrp: short flam- a j of orange and Scarlet were, stabbing the darkness somebody had openod fire with an automatic pistol . . . Sheer waste of ammunition' The pace waxed t rriflc on a rood. Mko so many roads of France, apparently ap-parently interminable and straight, I And yet, long before the road turned I Lanyard, staring astern as he knelt ' on the rear scat with arms crossed I on the folded ton. saw the two white eyes of the gray car swing into view and start In pursuit. Quick work, he called it. He crawled forward and communicated communi-cated his news. "Don't ease up unless you havo to," he counseled: "don't think WO. dare give them an Inch." Back at his post of observation, he watched, hoping against hop" while the caf lunged and tore like a mad thing through the mgnt. snoring up grades, screaming down them, drumming across tho Ii vela, clattering wildly through village! I and hamlets. His heart sank as minute succeeded minute, mile fol- lowed mile, and ever the lights of tho pursuing car, lost to sight from time td time, reappeared with :l brighter, fiercer glow, and conviction forced itself homo that they wore being be-ing gradually but surely overhauled. He took this intelligence t the ear of Jules. Tho chauffeur m-SWdred m-SWdred only with a worried shake of his head that said too DlSliil? doing his best extracting every ounco of powr from the engine. Less than three hundred vards separated sep-arated pursued and pursuer as they raced, out through open fields onc more. And foot bv loot tills lead J w.is being inexorably cut down In the seat beside the driver of th gray car a man rose and. steadying steady-ing himself by holding onto the windshield, poured Out the contents of an automatic, presumably honing to puncture the tires of tho QUar.a A bullet bored a neat hole throu.It the windshield between the heads of Llanc bclorme and Jules The woman slipped down upon the Mr and Jules crouched over the wheel. Lanyard fingered his automatic but held Its fire. Inisteud. he turned to the lunch! hamper and opened It. In the bottom bot-tom of the basket lav six Dilit unties un-ties of champagne, four of them unopened. un-opened. Lanyard took them to tho rear seat and found the srrav ear had drawn up to within fifty - iMs Of its proy Making a pace better than seventy miles per hour, It would not dare swerve. The first empty bottle broki to one side. the sev.. tho front wheels. He er ;s ' first lull bottle by the neck and fe'.t that its weight promised more accuracy ac-curacy but ducked before atteSadtlnS to throw it as a voile o - sought to discourage him At the firit lull he roso and cast the bottle bot-tle with the overhuad aeticn employed em-ployed In grenade throwing. It Crashed fairly beneath the nearer forward for-ward wheel of the gray car, but without with-out wftect. Tho lead had b( i -i abridged to thirty yards, in two minutes min-utes more it would be notnina. Tho fourth bottle went Wi'J but the f If tli exploded six incheSj In front of the offside wheel and its jagged fragments ripped out the heart of the tire On the instant of the ac-Bompanying ac-Bompanying blow-out the gray car shied like a' frichte-ned horeu ami i swerved off the roud. hurtling headlong head-long Into a clump of trees. The subsequent sub-sequent crash was llko the detonation detona-tion of a trreat bomb. Ueeu biia-dows biia-dows masked that tracedv beneath the trees Lanyard saw the - . I or the headlights lift and drill n . -pendlcularly Into the zenith before it was blacked out. He turned and veiled in the ear of Jules: "Slow down! Tako your time' They've eiult!" Llane D-lorme rose from her cramped position on the floor. j What has become of them?" Lanyard offered a vague gesture, tried to climb a tree," ho replied re-plied wearily, and -dropping back on the rear seat bei?an to worry the cork out of the last pint bottle ofi champagne. He reckoned he had earned a drink. If anybody ever had. CHAPTER 1 Bu unccTiiic a In Mode. Ten minutes after their arrival in t'herbourjr. Llane, Lanyard and Jules had darted uo a cansrolan main deck of a sma!l steam vesseL extensively neat and sm;rt. Lanyard stopped short with his hand on the inuhocanv hanumil. , ; i "I say Liani haven't we jtumbleJi into the wrong pew? This Is a private pri-vate yacht." "It is the little shin of a drar J friend, monsieur, who generously pnr-i pnr-i mlts But patience! very soon you shall know." A door had Opened In the after partition, par-tition, two men had entered. Above B lank Mel I -poised bodv rlothed In the White tunle. and trousers of a ship's officer, he recognized the trngl-eomlo trngl-eomlo mask of the sol-dlstant Mr. Whltiker Monk. At his shoulder ! shone the bland, intelligent countcn-: countcn-: anoe of .Mr. Phinult From this last Lanyard received N j good-natured nod while Monk did-ceeded did-ceeded i!riu to iiun- Delorme and , bowod low over tho hand which sho languidly lifted to le naluted. "My dear friend!" ho said in his sonorous voice. "In another hour I should have beano to grow anxious about n." "Tou would hove had good reason, monsli nr. Ft Ih not two hours slnco one has escaped death and that for the second time In a single a the Slenderest rnnrcln ;md tU.LP.ka solely to this gentleman here." Monk consented to see LqASSJD&i and immediately offered him a profound pro-found salute, which was punctiliously punctilious-ly returned. His eyebrows mounted to the roots of his hair "Ah' that good Monsieur Ducho-mln Ducho-mln " "But no'" I.inne laughed. "It IS true, the resemblance Is striking; If Paul would consent to grow a bearu. It would be extraordinary. But permit me. Captain Monk, to pre-Bent pre-Bent my brother. Paul Delorme." 'Tour brother, mademoiselle?" Tho educated eyebrows expressed any number of emotions Monk's hand was cordially extended. "But I am enchanted, Monsieur Delorme, .o welcome on board the Sybarite the brother of your charmtnc sister." Lanyard resigned limn fins-r io his clasp "And most public-spirited of you, I'm sure Captain Monk Another An-other bow. Lanyard looked to Llane: "Forgive me If I seem COnfUfted, but I . thought you told mo Mister Whlt-aker Whlt-aker Monk had sailed for America a week ago." "And so he did." the captain aereed blandly. "Mr. Monk, the owner is my first cousin You see In me merely mere-ly the skipper of my wealthy kinsman's kins-man's yacht." "And your two names are tho same . Jules Opened the EhdlAUSt. yours and your cousin's? You ro both Whltaker Monks?" "it is a favorite name In our family, monsieur " Lanyard wagged his head in solemn sol-emn admiration. "That makes it all so clear!" "Well, anyway, I'm glad to me;: you to your bare face." said Monk "Ami now suppose we ao the sklpptr's quarters, where ie can. improve one another's acquaintance acquaint-ance " Lanyard remarked that there were plai es laid for four. He had been expected, then. Neither Monk nor Phinult had betrayed the least sur-prisi sur-prisi on seeing Lanyard; and Phinult had not even troubled to recojflC ' the faction which Llane nau In accounting for him. Llane had got her second wind and was playing yarlatlons on tho theme of the famous six bottles of champagne, Lanyard lounged In his easy chair and let his bored thoUffhtP wander Lanyard finally broke Ih "Who is Dupont, and why?" ' "If you're asking me." Monk re-plled, re-plled, "I'M say roing on mademoiselle mademoi-selle s story Monsieur iupont is by now a ghost " "One would be glad to be sure of j that." Lanyard murmured "But all this bees in v Question " Lanyard objected ' Who Is Dupont. and why"" T think I can answer that question, ques-tion, monsieur " Thin was Llanc ' Delorme. "i recognised him this morning, when you were struggling with him. His name Is Poplnot." ' "There was a Poolnot In Paris in my day; they nicknamed him tho Prince of the Apaches But he w as an older man and died by the gujl-, lotlne This Poplnot who calls himself him-self Dupont. then, must be his sm That Is true monsieur." "All of which brines us to the second sec-ond part of my question, Llane. Why Dupont ?" Llane shrugged and studied h;r bedizened fingers. The heavy black brows clrcumflexed Monk's eyes, and I he drew down the corners of his wide mouth. Phinult fixed a.u amused gaze on a distant corner of the room and cht wed his cigar. ' Why did Dupont or Poplnot," Lanard persisted "murder de Lorg-nes'' Lorg-nes'' Why did he try to murder Mademoiselle Delorme? Why '.irl seek to prevent our reaching Cherbourg?" Cher-bourg?" "Give you three guesses." Phinult offered amiably ' But I warn you if you use more than one you'll forfeit for-feit my respect forever." You admit, then, you have tho Jewels V "Why not''" Phlnuit Inquired coolly. cool-ly. "We took trouble enough to got them, don't you think? You're taking tak-ing trouble enough to get them away from us, aren't you? You don't want ub to think you so stupid as to be wasting your time, do you?" Ills imperturbable effrontery was so amusing that Lanyard laughed outright. Then, turning to Llane, he offered her a grateful inclination of the head. ' "Mademoiselle, you have kept your promise. Many thanks " "Hello!" criod Phinult. "What promise ?" ' Monsieur Lttnyard desired ft fiivor of me," Llane explained, her good humor restored- "In return for saving sav-ing in" fr'-in ;n.-;is.Hln.iton by 1'onl- I not this morning he b wtx-i mp to help hlrn find tho jewels of Madame Ma-dame de Montalais " Lanyard addressed himself to I Llane: "Do I understand the jewels I are on this vessel " "In this room." (Continued In Our Next Issue 1 if, |