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Show King Tommy I By GEORGE A. BIRMINGHAM I CoprrishtbrBbb.-McrriUC-W.N.U.Svlee JTERX Continued .pterins Germany with a .Sr snld Von stelnveUK' jffC prison forthwith en- " not to be quite so cock-" cock-" re always right," said -As a matter of fact, my. 5't false, as you call It, In Kt particular.. My face 1, a: ; nose is of normal shape ; Bouth is more or less round ': Leu. which Is just what the ' says. k y don-t b,ellve :f d o't bear to look me In the ' which I can understand you 'Icare to do after sticking me . ' our marks In the way you did 'm take a glance at the photo on ifSS-tlT struck Von Ste.n-7.1 Ste.n-7.1 a thing which he ought to ! Be took a long look at the pho-' pho-' Dtl which Indeed bore very little Since to Tommy. Then, ln-' ln-' , mnnrine it with Tommy s L, be rapidly turned over the pile t.pers on the desk in front of him. w tliem he drew out ?n: '.i! photograph and looked careful-at careful-at It He placed both photographs ,t by side and stared at them. :m, suddenly, he looked up at Tom- fwbat height are you?" he asked. Five foot, ten and a half Inches, passport," said Tommy, "forehead Md, eyes blue, nose normal, face Mouth. round when opened. It's ill there." For the first time during the Inter-to Inter-to Von Stelnveldt smiled. It was a rrtm smile, with more than a suggestion sugges-tion of malice in it; but Tommy was (ti to see a smile of any kind. I think," said Ton Steinveldt, "that kre has a mistake been." Tre thought so all along," said K'.muv. "That d d fool Count Casimlr has Ms time himself a mistake made." "I don't know that Casimlr Is more di (ool than any one else," said Tom-tj. Tom-tj. "You made the same mistake prself. I don't even now profess to iiderstand what It is. But you made It So did two of your police officers." "But I," said Von Stelnveldt, "the j'stake discovered have." "You can't take much credit for Cut," said Tommy. "You'd have dls-torered dls-torered It long ago, in fact, you'd nev-(r nev-(r have made It if you'd listened to and believed what I said." "Soon," said Von Steinveldt, "the f-d Caslmir will the mistake also dis-tner. dis-tner. Then you can say to him and jnr Lord Troyte, and to Herr Cable tot another bridegroom for the fair Calypso arranged has been." He sat up straight In his chair, pniM his bristly white mustache and 'Ail so pleased that Tommy began in think that he must himself be the "iminged' bridegroom. The thought "I Calypso being married against her 'ill-Toma y felt certain it would be pinst hei will to this bristly-head-lermnn made Tommy seriously an-rry. an-rry. "Do yoj mean to tell me," he said, Hint yon have the nerve to think of rum-lag her yourself?" "Sn." wild Von Stelnveldt. "Her Ml In birth I certainly am." "Well just listen to me for a mln-," mln-," sild Tommy. "You've swindled tf lih these beastly marks of yours a 'ray that a third-rate money-lend- "uuiu iiuve rjeen asnamea or. toAre set on nasty, slimy nollce offl-rs offl-rs to arrest me. You've dragged me il out Berlin In a taxicab. You've M me standing here for half an lo"f with nothing but your face to lwk at. Very well. I'm not going to "k for compensation, though I ought 10 ?et It. I'm not even going to de-an de-an apology, though If you had s much decent feeling as a Hottentot "I'd apologize without being asked. ut I'll JuBt tell you one thing before W. I mean to marry Calypso my- Ton Stelnveldt was genuinely aston-""i. aston-""i. He had been brought up to re-M re-M royal persons of all kinds and ""tiers of aristocracies as sacred. A tutor he now quite believed that lomoiy wM a curate belongs to the nk of the bourgeoisie, Is burgerlich. rf such u one to marry But she Is a princess," he said. I don't know anything about that," J1' To'nniy, "but whether she is or I mean to marry her If she will " me. And I may say that if It's lce between you and me, I ex- t0 have the better chance." so, Herr Pastor," said Von Stein-ttldt. Stein-ttldt. had sufficiently recovered from ' "rst surprise to realize that Tom- II threat was absurd. No princess W possibly marry a curate. Such "is would be worse than a wave Bolshevism. Central European soli so-li Would be shaken to Its founda-iBf1, founda-iBf1, Wla(llslaws. as Von Steinveldt j was a disreputable wreck of a linn' i Cl',ypso ws highly unconven-81 unconven-81 In her manner of life. But even could not contemplate an alli- iiv'llh.a curate- Tlle sm'er on Von Ut.K, tace became quite unmls- 4ctl so, Herr English pastor," he "And even If she won't marry me," said Tommy, "and I mean to have a pretty good try at persuading her, I feel pretty certain she won't marry you. No girl would. Good-by. Or perhaps I ought to say, 'Ach so, Herr Bridegroom arranged.' " CHAPTER XI It was at half past ten that Casimlr entered the Adlon hotel the morning after the party at the Mascotte. He did not find Tommy, who by that time had gone off to the police office. He did find Janet Church, whom he rather rath-er wished to avoid. She at once attached at-tached herself to Casimlr and reminded remind-ed him of his promise to arrange for her visit to Lystria. Cnsimir was quite civil to her. He Is the kind of man who Is civil to any woman anywhere and at any time. He had a reason for treating Janet with special politeness. He believed her to be Tommy's or rather Norhey's, aunt. "Certainly," he said. "Everything will be settled about your journey. There will be no difficulty at all. I shall get you a passport." In talking to Janet he spoke German Ger-man and was therefore able to express himself without quoting Shakespeare. "I don't see how you can get me a passport," said Janet. "The consul here, and the passport officer, and the people at the embassy refuse to allow al-low me to have one. If I travel at all, it must be without a passport. That's what I expect you to manage for me." "You shall have an excellent passport," pass-port," said Casimlr, "a . British passport, pass-port, which no one will question." "You can't get me that," said Janet, "It's impossible." Casimlr smiled Indulgently. They were sitting together near the door of the hall. A lady, middle-aged, fell "No," Said Casimlr, "I Shall Steal It." very neatly dressed, unmistakably English, passed them, going toward the swinging door. "That," said Casimlr, "Is Miss Gls-borne. Gls-borne. Miss May Gisborne. She is the secretary of Colonel Heard, who Is the head of the British Graves Reg istration cuiuiui3a". Janet looked without particular Interest In-terest at Miss May Gisborne. "In seeking for British graves," said Cnsimir, "Colonel Heard, who Is sometimes some-times accompanied by his wife, goes through various parts of Germany, and beyond Germany into all the countries of eastern Europe. Miss Gisborne often goes with him, In order or-der I suppose, to register the graves which are found. Colonel Heard has a diplomatic passport. So has Miss Gisborne. I propose that you should use Miss GIsborne's passport." I do not suppose that Janet Church has anv particular scruples about traveling with a false passport. For the sake of a noble excuse and what could be nobler than world peace? she would willingly do far worse things than that. But she was startled star-tled at the cool way in which Casimir assumed that Miss Gisborne's passport pass-port would be nt her disposal. "But she Isn't In the least likely to lend it to me," said Janet. "No," snld Casimir. "I shall steal n Even Janet shied a little at that. The word "steal" used In that way has a verv nasty sound, and I suppose, sup-pose, as a worker In the cause of Christian unity, Janet felt herself more or less committed to the Ten Commandments. "Steal !" said Janet. "But I couldn t aS"Even Shakespeare," said Casimlr, is occasionally wrong. You recollect?" recol-lect?" He gave his quotation In English Eng-lish "'who steals my purse steals trash- 'tis something, nothing; 'twas mine ' 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands, but he that filches-from me mv good name roba me of that whtc! no't enriches him and makes me poor indeed.' There Shakespeare was mistaken. mis-taken. If I too" e P1""" of Mia Gisborne I should make her poorer. But If I take her name, that Is to say, the passport of the gracious fraulein, I do her no harm, for she gets another anoth-er one at once; another passport, you understand, not another name. Whereas Where-as I make you rich In what you want. With the passport of Miss Gisborne you can travel anywhere." I do not know whether that line of reasoning quieted Janet's scruples, or whether the joy of being able to go to Lystria smothered the cries of her conscience. She ceased to object to the stealing of the passport, and became be-came exceedingly curious to know how It was to be done. "That," said Casimir, "Is easy. The English seldom lock up anything. In England, I suppose, it Is not necessary to lock things up. No doubt all the English are so rich that they do not want to take what Is not theirs. Why should they when they have all they want? So here In Berlin Colonel Heard does not lock up his own passport pass-port or Miss Gisborne's. If sometimes, by chance, he does lock them up, he always leaves the key In the pocket of the trousers he wore the day before, be-fore, for the English are a truly great nation, and the English gentleman is so noble he suspects no one. He would not himself steal anything, ever. Therefore he leaves his key in the pockets of his yesterday'! trousers. "All the same," said Janet, "he'll lock the door of his bedroom. W7e all do that." "That," said Casimlr, "Is nothing." Then he went on to explain to Janet how the theft was to be effected, and the explanation left her gasping. The Countess Olga, Casimir's only sister, was at that time a housemaid In the Adlon hotel. As a housemaid she had, of course, a master key which opened all the doors on the floor on which she served. The room occupied by Colonel and Mrs. Heard and that of Miss Gisborne were under her care. She could enter them at any tine shs chose, stay in them as long as she chose and not excite the smallest suspicion. sus-picion. She was familiar with Colonel Col-onel Heard's habit of leaving his keys In his trousers pockets. The first feeling which this frank confession aroused In Janet's mind was pity for the countess. It must be a dreadful thing for a highborn lady, no doubt a delicately nurtured lady, to be reduced to earning her living liv-ing as a housemaid In a hotel. Casimlr Casi-mlr explained that her pity was wasted. "It is not for the sake of wages that Olga is a housemaid," he said. "She has money enough to live otherwise, and If she had not, I would give it to her. We Lystrlan nobles are not rich, but we would not allow our sisters to earn wages as servants. No. Olga Is a patriot. She is a housemaid Just as I was a soldier In the war for the sake of our beloved land, ours for fifteen hundred years, now taken from us. I fought, but It was no use. Olga collects col-lects Information, letters, documents, telegrams " ' "From people who leave their keys about," said Janet. "And, if necessary, passports," said Casimlr, smiling. Janet Is not, I suppose, an entirely unscrupulous woman. There are things she would not do, though very few, for the sake of a cause she had at heart. She made no further protest pro-test against the theft of Miss Gisborne's Gis-borne's passport ; but she did not want to go on talking about It. fane changed the subject. "By the way," she said, "talking of passports. That young friend of yours who was with you last night In the Mascotte " "Your nephew," said Casimlr. Janet recollected herself. "My nephew, yes. I am afraid he Is likely to get Into trouble with his passport." j "But how?" said Casimir. "Surely in London they gave him a correct passport." "On his passport he Is described as the Reverend Thomas A. Norreys. Now, he's not that." "He Is certainly not that," said Casimir. Cas-imir. "I thought not." "It was foolish," said Casimlr, "to put that on his passport, and quite unnecessary." un-necessary." "If the police suspect anything wrong " "The police will not see that passport." pass-port." (TO BB CONTINUED.) I |