“I believe so, and I am going to tell you my mission here. I have been sent to investigate these recent bomb-throwing outrages, and to discover the strength, secrets, and members of the secret society of anarchists known to have their headquarters in this city. A somewhat delicate mission, as you will admit.”
“Decidedly so.”
“But what makes it all the more delicate is the fact that my mission here is known to the very men I have been sent to watch, and I have reasons to believe they have spotted me for assassination.”
“Well, that certainly is a most interesting state of affairs. You will have to get out of France.”
“Not till I have carried out the work for which I was sent here,” came resolutely from Wynne’s lips. “They may kill me, but they cannot frighten me away.”
“Gol derned ef that ain’t the kind uv stuff!” exclaimed Ephraim, with satisfaction. “That air is Yankee Doodle to the backbone! By thunder, I ruther like yeour style, Mister Wynne!”
Wynne smiled a bit, saying:
“Easy with that name, for you cannot tell what ears are listening. Call me Lumley, please.”
“All right, Mr. Lumley; I’ll call ye anything that suits yeou.”
“Now,” said the young newspaper man, “I will explain just why I decided to make a confidant of you lads. You see, I have——”