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MOTION PICTURE MAGAZINE
breath of relief. Of course the situation was a trifle — well, unusual, but the wife of an American could not be allowed to remain at the mercy of those boorish officials simply because she had mislaid her passport. It was distinctly amusing; rather piquant and pleasant, too. As he would
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necessarily enjoy little of her society. Lennox determined to make the best of the next few moments.
"It was a mere nothing, madam,' ' he waved away her thanks lightly. ' ' And now permit me — a glass of the famous Russian tea — caviar "
A faint gasp made him glance up, to see a tall, heavy Russian, in belted uniform, approaching their table. But a glance at his com
panion's composed features seemed to put his hearing at fault. The Russian, staring boldly at the lady, drew out the third chair and sat down, with a superfluous, "I am permitted ? " to which she replied archly, "But certainly, sir."
The Russian ordered and drank a huge goblet of dark liquor before he spoke, his eyes roving keenly about the room. Then he and the lady began a desultory conversation which left Lennox sulking over his luncheon in silence. Suddenly a chance remark of the Russian reached his ears.
"Yes, we of the police have to be ever on the watch for false passports. Since the penalty for them became Siberia, however, there are few who dare attempt it
The word slid down Lennox's spine with the effect of a lump of ice. He grew hot and cold, red and pale all at once. Without his volition, his legs made a purely reflex attempt to rise, but the eyes of his beautiful companion, sternly warning, forced him back again. He wiped his beaded brow surreptitiously with his napkin and sent a mental S. 0. S. to his wife in Paris for aid in this horrifying dilemma. As tho in reply, a shrill whistle from the platform resolved the restaurant into a tangle of hurry. The guardian of the law looked from Lennox to the lady with a smile as pleasant to see as that of a grizzly bear.
"I introduce myself as Baron Friedrich, at your service," lie bowed. "And may I have the honor of your name, also?"
Lennox felt the surface of Russia heaving gently under his feet. Yet