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That the police were convinced that Hugh Henfrey had shot Madeent of detective police followed him At the Cafe de Paris as he took his aperitif on the terrasse theat an illustrated paper on a wooden holder In the gardens, in the Roonificant little man haunted him

Soon after luncheon he met Dorise and her ant young Frenchman, well known at the tables, and Madame Tavera, a very chic person as one of theand watching the players at the end table, where a stout, bearded Russian was h succeeded in getting Dorise alone

"It's awfully stuffy here," he said "Let's go outside--eh?"

Together they descended the red-carpeted steps and out into the paled by the smartest crowd in Europe Indeed, the war see in the dress of those gay Parisiennes, those butterflies of fashion ere everywhere along the Cote d'Azur

They turned the corner by the Palais des Beaux Arts into the Boulevard Peirara

"Let's walk out of the town," he suggested to the girl "I'h," Dorise adaiety and the novelty of the Roo, but, after that, one sees for the open air and open country after this enervating, exotic life"

So when they arrived at the little church of Ste Devote, the patron saint of Monaco, that little building which everyone knows standing at the entrance to that deep gorge the Vallon des Gaumates, they descended the steep, narrow path which runs beside the mountain torrent and were soon alone in the beautiful little valley where the grey-green olives overhang the rippling streahtfully quiet and rural after the garish scenes in Monte Carlo, the cosar display of the war-rich The old habitue of pre-war days lifts his hands as he watches the post-war life around the Casino and listens to the loud uneducated chatter of the profiteer's wo in the welco strea upon it

He had been at Monte Carlo with his father before the war, and realized the change