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THE OSHAWA DAILY TIM Miss Edith Brown, pretty stenu- grapher, whose life has held to lit- tle beyond the dull routine of ev ay typing, sits down on & bingy a 10 get her bearings _ when she flads herself lost in a dense fog, Suddenly the doof opens and a man, evidently a house servant, confronts her, as he catches sight of her portable type- writer case, asks her whether shel will come in and take some dicta~ tion, and his manner indicates that the job is one not without ad- * Vemture---probably risk. Eagerly : welcoming a peep into the land of romance for which her whole life has been starving, Miss Hrown steps across the threshold and with- ir finds a man suffering from a serious wound, who turns out to be Colonel Dessiter, renowned explor- er, He dictates an extraordiaary story to her--but only after # warning that her whole life may be affected by Mer taking down these notes--a story of world adventure, intrigue and conspiracy the portent of which hardly penetrates her con. sciousness before the last note is set down, Then he discloses to her gaze the body of a dead man lying behind a screen, The man Desalter has killed as his arch-enemy gave him a mortal wound from which he himself says he will not recov: er. With detailed instructions and caution on what she shall do with her notes and other papers he in. trusts to her, he dismisses her in the care of the servant, Mergen, and a strong bodyguard wmysters iously conducts: her to her bhomw, *The next worning, when she saris, to the bank to place her precious documents in a sale-deposit bax as instructed, she is attacked by ruf+ fisas and saves her bag ouly be- she had strapped it to her wrist, and by the timely iaterven- tion of a stranger. She safely ce-| posits her papers and then success: fully rehuffs am impostor repsricr who comes to worm out iniorina-| tion. §pe also finds her "cquains tance eagerly sought after hy many, mysterious people, one of whom,| named Frankland, a prominent Communist, impresses her unfavors' ably, although she Is Inclineq tn be drawn into friendsiip for a certain Russian refugee who calls himself simply Paul and who, with his parents and sister, run a vess taurant while he adds to thelr mea. ger earnings as 8 professional cafe dancer. Truly her life is beginning to take on strange adven.ures! Now Read Today's Installment of This Intriguing Oppenheim Story | 1t had been a wonderful evening, the two girls decided in the taxicab on the way home--a final extrava- gance upon which Miss Brown had insisted, Mr, Noel Frankland toe ward the end had become jusi a little too noisy and persistent and Frances had suddenly tired of him, Nevertheless she leaned back in her corper with an air of content as they left the place, ; "It's heen great fun," she murs mured lazily, "I'm glad I came up, What were you and that big Rus- sian talking about for so long, Edith?" "How did you know that he was a Russian?" ' "Mr, Frankland told me, He is a professions! dancer, You knew) that, I suppose." i "Naturally, He told me so when ' he asked me to dance." | "Whatever did you find to talk about al] the time?" Francas per- sisted, Migs Brown hesitated. "I found him interesting," she said, "His father and mother keep a restaurant and I have promised to take you there for lunch," "Why me?" "Because I think the most per- topal thing he said wz2s that 'he found you very lovely, and ne did- n't like to see you danc.ng with Mr. Noel Frankland." Frances laughed softly. "They must hate opz another, those two, for some reason or other. Mr. Frankland wasn't very polite about him." "I should think politeness, in any case, wes not one of Mr, Frank- Iand's strong points," Miss Erown remarked a little dryly. Frances was silent for a moment, "I should say he had no man- ners," she declared, "a rough, ill- bred, domineering person. I shie- ered when he tried to kiss me in the lounge. I have hated myself ever since because I wasn't sure what sort of a shiver it was" "You are talking rubbish, Fran ces," was her friend's severe ad- mopition. "You know perfectly well that you would pever allow a man like that to touch you." Frances made po reply. She was 1>0king out of the window, watch- ing the thin stream of people hurry- ing along Piccadilly. Arrived in their little room, Miss Brown, who was developing watch. ful habits, looked around search- iugly. They had locked everything up when they left, but somehow or other the arrangement of the fur- niture seemed slightly altered, a vase of flowers upon the small typewriting desk hed certainly beea moved. Miss Brown hurriedly un- lotked the drawer in which she kept her few valuables and where she had left the manuscrip', waoich she 'was transeribing for the young man {in Hampstead. It was still there, but turned upon its face and doubled up as though by some impatient hand. Underneath it, dragged out from 2a hidden corner where she had scere- ed them, were her checkbook and passbook. She gave a little shiver. They would know mow for gertein. these people. whoever they might ROWN YO, Loe which fortune had provided. "What's wrong?" Frances asked, yawning as she sat on the edge of the bed and kicked off her shoes. Miss Brown was the last person in the world whom one would have associated with a life of deceit or the telling of untruths. Neverthe- less her reply was perfectly natural, "I couldn't remember for a mo- ment," she confided, "where I had left my young Hampstead novelist's manuseript." Mr: Paul's Restaurant At haif-past 12 on the following morning, Miss Brown walked up Shaftesbury avenue on the way to keep her luncheon engagement, At twenty minutes to 1 she had found the place--a tiny building painted white in a back street off Soho, with green blinds, the sign of an eagle hanging outside, and under- neath a few words in an unintelli. gible language, She pushed open the door and stood for a moment looking in, The restaurant consist- ed of a small room with a dozen tables or so around the walls, one or two in the center and a space large enough for at the most three musicians upon a raised dais at the further end. The tables wese inno- cent of linen cloths, but they were spotlessly clean with a fresh supply of paper napkins and hrightly polished glass tastefully arranged, There were a few flowers in the center of each and a menu written by hand, Already half a dozen peo- ple were lunching, and as Miss Brown stood hesitatingly upon thres hold, her companion of the night before came hurrying through a door carrying a brown pot of steaming soup, Without a shadow of embarrassment he set it down for a moment while he came to greet her, She fancied that she really a Hungarian dish, but sere. ed in the Russian fashion---and some fruit. It will do?" "It sounds delightful." "For wine I shall give you a little carafe of vin rose. Wine is where we Russians are at fault. We under- stand food so well, but in drinking we have only the taste for spirits, You will excuse?" He hurried off to speak to an impatient customer, cast a watehful eye around the room and presently reappeared with the sardines. "Your mother has spokan to me," Miss Brown told him "I think she is delightful." He bowed gravely, ! "Presently my father will pay his respects," he announced. - "He lunches always with an old friend. They are at the bottom of the room there, And my sister, too, you must meet, As soon as she is free from the kitchen she plays the piano, At night we sometimes have much musi iid Paul's Family He hurried off. During the course of her luncheon--a plain hut very excellent one--Miss Brown watched him exchanging greetings with practically every one in the room. The clients of the place seemed all habitues. Most of them ware a little shabby, most of them had a more or less poverty-stricken air, There was very little wine drunk and few- er liqueurs, Occasionally there was whispering with Madama at desk and a note was mode of an amount to he paid some time in the future. On each of these occasions Paul seemed to become more depcessed Toward 2 o'clock when tne nlace was nearly empty, a pale-faced girl with heautiful light-colored eyes, not very tall, with broad shoulders and hips, and a very graceful pres- "she watched Paul intently while he greeted his guest." caugll, a shadow of disappointment in his face as he looked over her shoulder. "I am so glad that you could come," he said, "but your friend-- I do not see her." "She kad to go back to her chickens," Miss Brown regretted, I was not at all sure whether I should come alone." "It was very foolish of you to hesitate," he assured her severely, "Will you please sit there," he add- ed, indicating a table. "I will come directly and ask you what you would like to eat," Miss Brown seated hersel" a little shyly at a corner table. Mr. Paul caught up the pot of soup again and carried it to a table where three men, each with a pale-zolored aper- tif in front of him, were smoking cigarettes and waiting. A tall, gray-heired lady who was seated at the desk, descended and crossed the floor, "It is Miss Brown, I am sure," she said, smiling graciously. "My son has spoken of you, 'I do not speak English well, bat I wish to bid you welcome." Miss Brown had risen to ler feet, She accepted the hand which was offered to her and resisted an in- sane desire to effect some sort of reverence. "You will understand," Madame continued, "that we are a little family party here, just our "-iends and a few relatives. It is my hus- tand there at the end of the room, talking with the generai--General Dovolitz--who lunches here every day. And my daughter, when she bas finished helping in the kiteh- en, will play the piano, You must @ine with us one night. It is per- haps gayer. The place seems more warm when the lights are lit, but we are glad always to see our friends." Madame departed with a smile, and Miss Brown sat down. Preseat- ly Paul appeared with a menu. "You will understand" he ex- plained, "that you are today the guest of the house. Afterward you can patronize us if you will. You are one of those whom we shall al- ways be glad to welcome For this morping I recommend a few sar- be. where the treasure lay. She _eressed the room and drew the bolt ence, came through the side door, looked into the room and approach- ed Edith, 'You are Miss Brown, ¥ am sure,' ghe said. "May I sit down for a mo- ment? I am Paul's sister." ** Pleage do," Migs Brown begged with some diffidence, "I hoped you were going to play." "I do sometimes." the girl repiied. ""Today--forgive me-- I am really too tired. Our kitchen maid could not come. It has been hard work. You are pleased with your luncheon I hope?" * It was quite wonderful!" "We serve only simple things. would be gll right with us, but my mother can resist no one, and my father is hopeless. They are all our friends who come, you see, our people who know abou: us, 2nd we would like very much to earn a living by serving no others, My brother has spoken to ms of you. Colonel Dessiter was a great friend, You will be always welcome." "Your brother has been ery kind," Miss Brown acknowledged. "I do not altogether kmow why. I am sure. It was only chance which made me acquainted with Colonel Dessiter. May 1 know your pame, please?" "My name fs Naida," the girl confided. "I have no other. We lost our other names when we los: our country, If ever we regain it we shall remember them agsin' * * #" Paul, temporarily free, came a- cross to them, bearing a dish of fruit. "I remember that you do mot smoke," he szid to Miss Brown. "Perhaps you will try a tangerine. I went to the market to search for them this morning before 5 o'clock. It is very hard to get fruit which is agreeable and that one can 2 Tord to give. I am glad that my sister has found you out." The latter rose to her feet, "I must go and see if mother needs help," she announced with a kindly little nod of farewell. "Won't you sit down. please, Mr. Paul?" Miss Brown invited timid- ly. "You look so tired." . "I am tired." he admitted. It is 2 terrible confession for one s9. big dines of a mark 'which is 2 special- ty of ours, some gowlash--thet Is and strong as I. isn't it? But then, you see, I danced until 1 o'clock af- If only every one wouid pay it | ¥D. fer a busy day here, and I was in the market at dawn to sce if 1 could save a little in the things we buy. Will you forgive me f 1 drink a small glass of brandy?" "Please 40," she begged. He went to a narrow counter be- hind which was ranged an array of bottles, helped himself and re- turned, . "Miss Brown," he sald eanestly, "I should like you to understand all about us. I tried to tell vou a little last night, but it was difficult. I am sure that when you have con- fidence we can be of service to one another. You must know," he went on thoughtfully more than any other person breathing, more than the English Home Secretary or any of his agents, far more than Scot- land Yard, of this terrible comspir- acy, Dessiter had pickad up the threads--that I know--from China and Australia to Rome. Yours will need to be a charmed life, Miss Brown." "I am mot afraid," she assured him, without a tremor in her voice. "Only I do not understand, Mr. Paul, of what service I coulj ever be to you. Even if I knew all that you say, you know quite well that no word, no single word, could I or would I ever utter even to you who have been kind, even to you whom I might trust--that would maek any difference." He nodded. "That is just how I would have you feel," he approved. "Yet you may find, as I said, as time goes on, that we can help one another." "What IT must confess that I should like to understand," praecti- cal Miss Brown confided, "is how you knew ahout me." He smiled. "I can afford to be much more frank with you than you can with me," he declared. 'I was at l.om- bertson Square after you had left it. I - saw Dessiter for a moment ox two hefore the doctor came, He told me--everything." Her Rescuer "So that was why you were in Shepherd's Market yesterday morn- ing!" she exclaimed, 'I thought I recognized you when you spoke to me last night, It was yon who knocked down that brute whe nearly got the satchel. Why did you hurry off when the policeman came?" "I had done ali that was neces- sary," he answered. "I dig not wish to be recognized there." "If you had not been sn juick," she said gratefully, "I think that man would have wrenched my arm out." "Then 1 am very glad, because it is a very nice arm, Now you know why I recognized you last night, I was watching to see yu come so that T should know you whenever we met If Dessiter had lived through the night I am certain that he would have sent y2u word that I was to be treated as a frisnd. However, in time I shall convince you of that." 1 think of you as epre*alveady," Miss Brown assured him. "I was very interosted in the little you told me about yourself. Hovy you time to gn on?" "It is a very simple story," he sald. "To begin hy repeating what I told you last night--my family, my sister, my father, my mother and myself and some others nf us are not content to do what so many of our exiled Russians have done. They are living in luxury, mauy of them, on the Riviera, in Paris, even 'n New York, living on their titles, 0: their prestige, upon the charity and sympathy of the werld That doey not suit us, We have 'ost our eauniiy, and there is much hlame tn te attached to us for that. When we lost our country, we lost our names, we lost everyiiiing except our souls, Those we have kept." *¥au have hope?' she asked eageriy, "Why not? When in the world's history, did a regime, 2 gcheme of government, founded upon mud, built. over a eessponl, endure? Given long enough time, that pre- sent country which calls itself Rus- sia must collapse of its own accord. I* is our wish to hastan that time so that it may come befors we are too oid to taste the joy of feeling the soil of our home land oncz more beneath our feet. It is for that we work, hour after hour, znd week after week, work for our livings in the daylight, work for our country in the hours of quiet." He finished his brandy and stood "I have work mow In the kiteh- er," he announced. "We have not a great quantity of china or eutlery and everything must be prepared for the service of dinn2r this even- ing." "And afterward you dance?" ghe asked wonderingly. "And afterward I dance," he zs- sented. "Sometimes perhaps my footsteps are a little heavy, hut they do their business all the same, I want you to know, Miss Brown, that while you are now, and will be until you can be released of your trust, surrounded by enemies, you have also friends. Lisien. I will give yo uproof that [I have told you the truth, that I wes at Lom- bertson Square last nighs. Behind the screen " He leaned forward and whisper- ed. Miss Brown was back again amid the horrors. "You saw the paragrapa in the paper this morning?" he went on. "That wag all. There will be no more tha nthat. It was J who belp- ed to move him--I and the fog, which made it easy. Taere will pe no outcry, no word of compalint to the police, but they know over there at Moscow that they have lost the best man who ever enlisted un- der their secret service, and they know well that Dessiter killed him. And over here-- a maa unknown! Perhaps. But even your police, though dull, are not f20is. Even your Home Department, though fet- tered by conventions, has learned how to muzzle the press at time. The name of that man was known in every pity of the world. In Barcelona, in Moscow, Rome and \ ered through the war, died and left they wear mourning for him. There will be a black edge around their paper, but his name will never be mentioned. That is how these men slip out of the world." il "It doesn't sound like real life." Miss Brown mused. : "There is a great deal im life" Paul told her, "of which the multi tudes never dream. And now I must go. Please come here when you can to eat. You are of aur cricle. You will be' welcome." i Miss Brown held out her hand, a | little startled at feeling it raised to | his lips. Afterward she went timid- | ly with her purse in her hand tol the desk where Madame presided, but Madame shook her head. i "Today you are my son's guest." she said. "I hope you have enjoy ed your luncheon? Whenever you care to come back we shall be glad to see you. At another time you must meet my husband Taday he is a little excited, He talka poli- tics with General Davolitz--and that generally. upsets him." i Miss Brown took her leave, feel- ing somehow or other as though she had left the presence of royale ty, instead of having been biddew farewell by a lady with a cash re gister from behind the desk of a small eating house. Upon the thres- hold, to her surprise, sha met Paul, A black overcoat covered his con- ventional waiter's garb and he held a bowler hat in his hand. "A friend who has a spare afters noon," he confided--"ha is a cous- in reality, who was in my regiment during the war--has come in to wash the dishes. I am free tirere- fore. You will permit that I aceom- pany you home?" "Wouldn't it do you more gond to lie dowy?" she suggestea. 'You lcok so tired." "1 would like," he gonfessed, "to ride on the top of a bus with you." She laughed softly. The enter" prise appealed to her, "For an hour," she agreed. "Wa will go to Hammersmith and hack." They found an omnibus, climb+ ed on to the top and seated them- selves side by side. Tiey were In no respect an unusual-looking couple, They seemed indeed very much a part of the world which passes daily backward and forward from the travail of the city to the sporadic rest of the suburbs, Miss Brown was wearing her rather dingy mackintosh, a small black hat of some shiny material suitable for wet weather, and gloves which she had intended to replace during an afternoon's shopping, Paul's overs coat had been bought ready-made in Holborn and he was fy no means of stock size, His laced shoes had been purchased with au idea of wear and his hat, with its thin nap and streaky edges, betrayed the spirit of economy in which it had been acquired. Nevertheless, Miss Brown's eyes shone blue with the spirit of enterprise, and Paul, as he removed his hat for a moment, showed the fine shape of his head, the strength of his jaw notwith- standing his rather prominent cheekbones, and the visionary light in his clear, strong eyes For Nov. ember there were fewer clouds about than usual and a breeze that was almost soft, | "Well," he inquired abruptly, as they started on their way, "you have seen how we live---what do you think of us?" "I think it is very wonderful," she declared, and I think that you are all very brave." "For one thing," he admitted sn- | perly, *I am thankful, Wa have kept our spirit, Now, we shall speak no more of politics, I would like you to tell me more about | your friend." "There isn't much to tell," Miss Brown confided, "She and I have both the same dull history. She was the daughter of a small coun» try doctor and I was the daughter of a struggling lawyer. Both suff. no money. Frances tried living with relatives, but gaye it up. She attempted a tea shop, but that be- came impossible. Now she has a small chicken farm, hut I think that she is very miserable. She iz too bright and clever to be buried in the country." "And too beautiful," Paul mur- mured, { She saw a momentary wistfulness' in his eyes and sighed. Poor Mr, Paul, with a father and a mother and a sister to keep--a maitre d'» hotel by day and a professional dancer by night! She struggled a- gainst a wave of melancholy. i "A holiday," she begged. *'Just for a short time let us forget every one who is unhappy ani think only of joyful things." . | His smile was a little sad, but he entered into her spirir, i "Tell me instead, then," be hep ged, "just where you were brought up? Tell me under wha'! sun you were born where the eyes are paint- ed such a color." She laughed softly. ' That's better," she approved. "All my history, all thar bas hap-' pened to me up till last night, I could tell before we reached the next lamp-post." : | "Your loves?" i "I have had von TR "Your ambitiops?" : "I am much too practical to be a dreamer," she assured him. ! He shook his head. i "You may have always thought £0," he said, "put you were borg for romance, and I think that rom ance has you now fairly in its grip.' You, will live througa wonderful days, Miss Brown, before you go back again to the life you led be- fore you gat upon the steps of Des.' giter's house." | She modded thoughtfully, id ""It was very damp there," ghe murmured, "and the fog was ters rible, and what followed terri me more than I should like to com fess, and yet [I suppose you are right, I think I shall be glad all my life that I lost my way." i i To Be Continued Tomorrow 1ES, THURSDAY, AUGUST 9, 1928 SUB INVENTOR REFUSES OFFER Will Not Undertake to Raise Sunken Copper-laden Ship : Bridgeport, Conn, Aug. 9.--Simon Lake, inventor of the modern sub- marine, 'and pioneer in the develop- | ment of salvage devices, has refused an offer of more than $100,000 to raise the sunken steamer Pewabic containing a cargo of copper valued at $300,000. Mrs. Margaret Campbell Goodman, of Sheepshead, N.Y. professional deep sea diver, sought Lake's assist- ance in bringing the Pewabic's cargo to the surface of Lake Huron. Mrs. Campbell told the submarine expert she had located the sunken hulk near the Canadian shore in 185 feet of water. "I am hard at work right now re- conditioning my old submarine de- fender to demonstrate its safety fea- ture to the Navy Department," Lake told the United Press, "and cannot undertake the Pewabic job." MTs. Goodman's idea was for Lake to transport one of his submarines to Lake Huron. Through a device, divers may leave the submersible while it rests on the bottom. THREE HELD AT GRAND FORKS SUSPECTED AS MAIL ROBBERS Winnipeg, Aug. 8.--City Police yesterday withdrew suspicion from three men who were held in cus- toddy at Grand Forks, N.D,, for investigation in connection with the recent $25,000 bank robbery in Winnipeg. Yesterday it was learned that the officers had hopes of connect- ing some of the three men detain- ed with the recnt postoffice roh- hery at Toronto, but pictures and finger prints did not tally. 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