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Bat the other shook his head. ; ‘¢T am sure he is, and I suppose he has deceived: you.. I: was so sure that w hen I got him inside I drugged him and took off his false eyebrows and whiskers. He is in there now, tied well.” nd drugged?” _ Tete-de-Fer spoke eagerly. ‘“Drugged. Soundasleep. Heisadetective. Will you do him ?” 66 Ah!” _ There was a fierce joy in the man’s tone. © Take me to him?” ‘« Hirst tell me will you do him?” _ Gladly as I would a dog.” |} «One would think you hated him.” “Hate him! ‘Tlake me to him. Hehas played with me, as he would with a child, and made me do his bidding. Take me to him.” _Inwardly laughing, Clinton led the way into the inner room. _ ** Now promise me you will kill him.” ‘J will kill him though I die the next minute.” “Is your knife ready?” —Tete-de-Fer drew it from an inner snicot: ‘* Ho, ho!” laughed Clinton, in the tone of Bras-de-Fer. ‘‘How you must hate me,. indeed, poor Robert.” _ The ferocious expression of Tete-de-Fer’s face passed into one of amazement, and from that into one of sheepish chagrin. “I wanted to try my disguise, ami,” said Clinton; so put up your knife for the present. You may find an oppor- tunity to use it on me some day, but not yet.” And Clinton laughed in his mocking way. **Now let us return and wait for our friend. You go first. 1 would be afraid to have you behind me just now. Again Clinton laughed, and Tete-de-Fer ground his teeth ‘In silent rage. They had not been in the main room long before Al- phonse, in a very thin disguise, entered the cabaret. He Went at once to the bar and spoke to the landlord. _ **T want to see you alone for a few minutes.” _ “Yes, monsieur. Will monsieur come into this little Tom? Now monsieur can talk without fear of listeners.” “THE AMERICAN MARQUIS, | 125 (E(0) a “ia EOMIGDOOKS