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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
the gendarmes with drawn pistols in their hands.
There stood a smiling gentleman, in evening dress ; he was bareheaded, and held something behind his back.
"Henry Bernot!" cried Nordiska, incredulously, almost throwing herself in his arms, in the excitement of the moment.
"I have the pleasure to return to you your valuables, mademoiselle," smiled Bernot, as the officers seized him, and brought forth the arm he held concealed. In his hand was Nordiska 's handbag.
a corner, behind a chair. "You will remember the bundle I brought in. It contained the clothes I have on. I changed them in the next room while you were out, calling in our friends, the gendarmes, mistaking my feigned sleep for the real thing."
Nordiska turned a crimson face to the policemen, dismissing them, with old Louis, the concierge.
When she and M. Bernot were again alone, there was an awkward silence. Finally, a slow smile spread across Bernot 's face, he stepped toward Nordiska, and drew her gently
I HAVE THE PLEASURE TO RETURN YOUR VALUABLES, MADEMOISELLE'
"Monsieur Bernot !" cried the danseuse. ' ' Explain ! Did you catch the burglar ? Actually catch him ? ' ' Her eyes snapped with admiration as she looked at the handsome member of the Legion of Honor.
' ' No, my dear Nordiska. I was the burglar," replied M. Bernot, with a laugh.
Nordiska fell back a step, frowning. Suddenly her face brightened. "But that is impossible. The burglar was dressed as an apache. You are in full dress. ' '
' ' Exactly. ' ' M. Bernot indicated a bundle of ragged clothes, hidden in
into his arms. "Darling," he whispered, "I am so sorry I was rough with you, but you insisted on one of us proving to you that he was an elemental man. Was I elemental enough?"
She shivered a little at the remembrance of her shock, but found it restful to lean back in his embrace. "Henry, dear," she breathed, softly, ' ' I will keep my promise ; but I prefer you as a ooulevardier ; as an apache, you send shudders down one's back; and while shudders are in order at the Purple Lizard, they are quite out of place in one's own boudoir."