. The Saturday evening post. ery yet, with that subdued butenacious good humor which men knew fohis fighting manner, he departed by motofor the capital. Of his activities in Bern, of the secrettaries who came from Paris to meet him, oilthe lawyers and conveyancers whom hibought to his discreet service, little walsaid at the time and less is now rememjbered, for Warren Hall was always a mastelof the art of the attack from cover. Thisome days for which he was to have bee:|absent, however, prolonged itself to clos|upon three weeks. It was a Sunday afteinoon when the big car, pitching like a shiin
. The Saturday evening post. ery yet, with that subdued butenacious good humor which men knew fohis fighting manner, he departed by motofor the capital. Of his activities in Bern, of the secrettaries who came from Paris to meet him, oilthe lawyers and conveyancers whom hibought to his discreet service, little walsaid at the time and less is now rememjbered, for Warren Hall was always a mastelof the art of the attack from cover. Thisome days for which he was to have bee:|absent, however, prolonged itself to clos|upon three weeks. It was a Sunday afteinoon when the big car, pitching like a shiin a seaway over the cobblestones of Thurbrought him back to the Hotel Keller. The young lady—mademoiselle—Fraulloin—according respectively to her maicto the highly expert nurse and to the hot«manager—was well, was better than ever been. She was at the momenwalking with a friend in the little woods athe back of the hotel garden; she had saishe would be in to tea. (Concluded on Page 61) THE SATURDAY EVENING POST.
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