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  CHAPTER V DANBY'S SECRET

  Before leaving Salt Lake City, in accord with the customs of allgypsies, Madame Bihari and Jeanne had laid in a supply of provisions.Having come upon them while in the act, Danby Force had added a fewluxuries to the stock. They were therefore prepared for a stay of somelength if need be.

  In spite of this, Danby Force said as he entered the lodge, "We won't behere long I hope. I came to look for that bag." He favored Jeanne with asmile.

  "Oh, a mystery!" she cried. "A missing bag. Was it yours? And how was itlost?"

  "Oh! Of course!" he exclaimed. "You don't know a thing about it! Howstupid of me! Sit down and I'll tell you about it. At least--" hehesitated, "I'll tell you some things."

  Madame Bihari had kindled a fire in the huge fireplace. The glow of itlighted up the little French girl's face. It made her lookextraordinarily beautiful. Danby Force took in a long breath before hebegan.

  That which he told her after all was not so very much--at least he didnot tell her why he was so intensely interested in that traveling bag.He did tell her all that had passed in that cabin on the previous day.

  "So you see," he ended, "that the bag must be here somewhere. You don'tcarry away a leather bag a foot high and two feet long in your mouth,nor inside your shoe either." The little French girl joined him in a lowlaugh.

  "But no!" she exclaimed. "And yet I cannot see how it could matter somuch."

  "It's the papers in that bag," he explained. "She did not steal thosepapers, that dark lady. She is no common thief. They are hers in a way.And yet she could use them to ruin the prosperity and happiness of threethousand people."

  "But why would she do such a terrible thing?" The little French girlspread her hands in horror.

  "There are reasons. She is a truly bad woman," he said briefly.

  "I will help you." On Petite Jeanne's face was written a great desire."And these others I will help if I can.

  "To do something for others--" she spoke slowly. "To really do thingsand to love doing them! Ah, there is the key to all true happiness! Inthe terrible times that are passing, if we have learned this, then it isworth while."

  "Yes," said Danby Force, taking her slender hand in a solemn grip. "It_is_ worth it."

  "But come!" Jeanne sprang to her feet. "We must find this so importantbag.

  "Where," she asked a moment later, "did this lady sleep?"

  "In here." Danby Force led the way to the bunk room.

  "In which bunk?" Jeanne insisted.

  "I think that one. I can't be sure." Danby Force pointed to the darkestcorner.

  "When we gypsies are camping in tents," said Jeanne, "when we are afraidof thieves, we put the things we treasure most at the bottom of our bedwhere no one can touch them without touching our toes."

  After casting the gleam of a flashlight upon the bunk Danby Force hadindicated, she seized the blankets and threw them back.

  At once an exclamation escaped Danby's lips:

  "The bag!"

  It was true. There, well flattened out beneath the blankets, lay aflexible leather traveling bag. When he had seized upon it, the youngman found it unlocked and empty.

  "She tricked me," he murmured. "The bag was not lost. It was hidden. Sheput on the extra clothes she carried and wore them beneath a long coat.She carried the papers in some concealed pockets. By pretending that thebag was lost she has thrown me completely off her track.

  "I was not sure--" He was speaking slowly, calmly now. "I could not besure that she was what we suspected her of being. I had been away fromour plant when she was employed there. I did not believe she knew me, soI followed her. This act, this hiding of the bag proves that she is theperson we thought her and that she did know me. Now she has escaped me.She is gone. Who can say how or where? The trail is old by now. I cannotfollow her."

  Moving slowly, like one in a dream, he retraced his steps to his placeby the fire, then sank gloomily into a chair. For a long time he satstaring into the fire.

  "Do something for someone else," he murmured after poking the fire untilit glowed red. "Yes, that's the thing. That should be the slogan of ourgeneration--do something for someone else. But when there are those whoblock all your efforts, what then?"

  He looked up for a moment. By chance his gaze fell upon a broad window.Through that window one's eyes beheld a magnificent sight--the topmostpeak of the mountain's jagged crest, rearing high in all its glory.

  For a full moment the young man's gaze remained fixed upon this crown ofbeauty. Then in a voice mellowed by reverence, he murmured:

  "'I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills From whence cometh my help. My strength cometh from the Lord Which made heaven and earth.'

  "I am going to tell you," he said, turning to the little French girl."Perhaps you can help me."

  "I can but try," Petite Jeanne's tone was deep and serious.

  "I told you of the man who made priceless discoveries regarding color."

  Jeanne leaned far forward to listen. In the corner the gypsy woman satstolid in silence. The child was playing with some bright feathers in aspot of sunlight on the floor. The place was very still.

  "Yes--yes," the little French girl whispered.

  "Perhaps I told you he returned to his home town to find it indesolation and that he gave his precious secrets to his town, and how itprospered after that."

  "You have told me," replied Petite Jeanne, "but you have not told all.Were you the discoverer of these rare colors?"

  "I--?" The word came in shocked surprise. "No, it was not I."

  There was a period of silence. Then in a voice raised scarcely above awhisper he said:

  "It was my father."

  "Oh!" the little French girl breathed.

  "He made these discoveries while serving as an industrial chemist in theGreat War," Danby Force went on after a time. "The war was terrible forhim. He was gassed. He did not live many years. There--there's a libraryin his town now, a splendid tribute to his memory.

  "And I--" he spoke slowly. "I, his only son, have tried to guard hissecrets well. But now it seems I am about to fail."

  "But you have not. Not yet?" The little French girl's tone was eager.

  "No, perhaps not yet."

  "Then you shall not!" Petite Jeanne sprang to her feet. "I shall helpyou. We all can help. This young lady, this stewardess you have told meof, she travels far. She can watch. But tell me," she demanded eagerly,"tell me of this dark-faced woman. One must know much if one is to betruly helpful." She sank back into her chair.

  "That woman!" Danby's tone became animated. "I am convinced that she isan industrial spy."

  "An industrial spy?" Jeanne's eyes opened wide.

  "Yes. An industrial spy is one who makes it his business to spy out thesecret processes of his fellow workers, then to sell these secrets toothers.

  "Sometimes he is one of your fellow countrymen. More often he is fromanother land. In these days of extreme difficulty and great struggle tomake goods cheaply and to sell in many markets, there are many, manyspies.

  "At first we trusted this woman. For three months she was employed inour factory. And to think--" springing to his feet, he began pacing thefloor. "To think that all that time she was spying out secrets thatrightly belong to our people!

  "These spies!" he exclaimed bitterly. "They fasten cameras beneath theirjackets. A tiny lens is concealed as a button. They take pictures,hundreds of them. They make drawings. If they may, they carry awaysecret receipts."

  "Did that woman do all this?" Jeanne asked.

  "I am not sure that she has the secret formula. If she has not, then allmay not be lost. And yet, she may have all the information needed. Ifshe has, she will carry it back to her own country and we are ruined,for hers is a land where the poor slave long hours for little pay."

  "We must find her!" the little French girl exclaimed. "We shall, I amsure of that."

  "Yes, we must find he
r," Danby agreed. "It is known that she is an alienin this country without passport. If only she can be found, she may besent back to her own country with pockets empty as far as industrialsecrets are concerned."

  Then, as if he wished to forget it all for a little space of time, thathe might revel in the comfort and natural beauty of his surroundings,Danby Force shook himself, glanced away at the snow-capped mountains,then dropped into a chair to sit musing before the glowing fire.

  The little French girl had wandered to the back of the cabin. Presentlyhe heard her light footsteps approaching. Looking up suddenly, he caughta vision of pure loveliness. Jeanne had slipped over her shoulders thepurple cape with its faultless white fox collar. Just at that instantshe was standing by a window where the light turned her hair into puregold.

  "How--how perfect!" he breathed. "But why so pensive?" he asked as hecaught a glimpse of her face.

  "I was thinking," said Jeanne slowly. "Wondering. Should you lose yourprecious secrets, then perhaps I might coax the secret of this royalpurple from my gypsy friends. That would help you. Is it not so?"

  "Yes, yes," he agreed eagerly. "It would help a great deal!"

  "But would it be right?" Jeanne's brow wrinkled. "In France there aremany poor gypsies, thousands perhaps, who weave cloth and dye it too. Ifthe secret were lost to them, then perhaps they would go hungry."

  "That," said Danby Force, "requires much thinking. We must do no wrong.And we _must_ find that woman!" He sprang from his chair.

  "Yes," Jeanne agreed. "We must! But first we must eat." She laughed amerry laugh. "See! Our good Madame Bihari has prepared a gypsy feast. Iam sure you will enjoy it."

  Danby Force did enjoy that feast. A meat pie filled with all sorts ofstrange and delicious flavors, a drink that was not quite hot chocolatenor quite anything else, thin cakes baked on the coals, and after thatfruit and bonbons. What wonder they lingered over the repast--lingeredindeed too long, for, when at last they stepped from the doorway all themellow sunshine had vanished and in its place dark clouds, like massivetrains with huge silently rolling wheels were moving up themountainside.

  "Good!" Jeanne clapped her hands. "Now we shall remain in this mostwonderful place all night. And Madame Bihari, she shall tell yourfortune."

  "My fortune?" The young man stared at her.

  "But yes!" Jeanne did not laugh. "You are in trouble. There are manythings you wish to know. To be sure you must have your fortune told. AndMadame Bihari, she tells fortunes beautifully, I assure you!" She wentdancing, light as a fairy across the broad veranda to disappear likesome woods sprite along a winding trail.