s of Montmartre.

At length, about three in the morning, he decided to give himself a rest
and take a drink. For this purpose he entered a small cafe at the
corner of the Rue de Douai and the Rue Victor-Masse, and ordered a beer.
He put the usual question:

"You don't happen to have seen a fat little man, drunk and profusely
decorated?"

The proprietor at once grew excited.

"I should think I have seen him. He came in here asking for some
outlandish brand of cigarettes, and ended by taking the cheapest I had,
then paid for them with foreign money. And when I refused to take it, he
threatened me with some King or other! Aren't we still a republic, I
should like to know?"

Evidently, from the description, it could be no other than the
peripatetic Wulf.

"Was he alone?" asked Juve.

"Oh, he brought in a little blonde with him, but when she saw his fake
money, I guess she gave him the slip, for he turned to the right and she
went up the street in the opposite direction."

"The devil!" exclaimed Juve; "the trail is lost again."

A waiter stepped forward.

"I think he went to the Courcelles Station; he asked me where it was."

"The Courcelles Station!"

Juve stood staring in amazement. What on earth could Wulf want to go
there for?

"Have you a telephone?" he asked.

"Yes, Monsieur."

With great difficulty Juve succeeded in getting the connection.

"Hullo! Is that your Majesty?"

Fandor's voice replied, laughingly:

"Yes, it's His Majesty all right, but His Majesty doesn't like being
wakened up at night. What can I do for you, my dear Juve?"

"Can you tell me where Wulf is?"

"How should I know? Probably with some women, he seems crazy about
them."

"No, he hasn't any French money."

"Hold on, Juve; I advised him to take the circular tube as the best
method of seeing Paris. I told him to stay on board till he reached the
end of the line. Just a little joke of mine."

Fandor burst out laughing, and Juve rang off, angrily.

Once in the street, he stood a moment in doubt as to his next course. If
Wulf was really taking a trip in the circular tube, he would be in
process of going round and round Paris. How was it possible to overtake
him?

Hailing a taxi, he explained to the chauffeur:

"Look here, I want you to take me to the Courcelles Station ... there we
must find out in what direction the first train passes, either toward
Porte Maillot or toward the Avenue de Clichy ..."

The man stared