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THE MASTER KEY
^N ELECTRICAL f^AIRY TALE*
Copyright, 1901, by the Bowen-Merrill Co.
passed the remainder of the day wandering about
London -and amusing himself by watching the peculiar
ways of the people. When it became so dark that there was
no danger of his being observed, he rose through the air to
the narrow slit in the church tower and lay upon the floor
of the little room, with the bells hanging all around him, to
pass the night.
He was just falling asleep when a tremendous din and
flatter nearly deafened him, and set the whole tower trem
bling. It was the midnight chime.
Rob clutched his ears tightly, and when the 'vibrations
had died away he descended by the ladder to a lower plat
form. But even here the next hourly chime maue his ears
ring, and he kept descending from platform to platform
until the last half of a restless night was passed in the little
room at the bottom of the tower.
When, at daylight, the boy sat up and rubbed his eyes,
he said, wearily: "Churches are all right as churches, but
as hotels they are rank failures. I ought to have bunked
in with my friend, King Edward."
He climbed up the stairs and the ladders again and
looked out the little window in the belfry. Then he
examined his map of Europe.
"I believe I'll take a run oyer to Paris," he
thought. "1 must be home again by Saturday, to
meet the Demon, so m have to make every day
Without waiting for breakfast, since he had eat
en a tablet the evening before, he crept through the
window and mounted into the fresh morning air
until the great city with*its broad waterway lay
spread out beneath him. Then he sped away to
the southeast, and, crossing the channel, passed
between Amiens and Rouen and reached Paris
before 10 o'clock, and then began searching for a
convenient place to alight, that he might investi
gate the charms of this famed city.
Pausing at length above the imposing struc
ture of the Hotel Anglais, Rob noticed at one of
the upper floors an open window, before which was
11" small iron balcony. Alighting upon this he pro
eeded to enter, without hesitation, the open
-window. He heard a shriek and a cry of "An
voleur!" and caught sight of a. woman's figure as
*he dashed into an adjoining room, slamming and
locking the door behind her.
"I don't know as X blame her," observed Rob,
with a smile at the panic he had created. "I s'pose
she takes me for a burglar, and thinks I've
climbed up the lightning rod."
He soon found the door leading into the hall
way, and walked down several flights of stairs until
he reached the office of the hotel.
"How much do you charge a day?" he inquired,
addressing a fat and pompous-looking gentleman
behind the desk.
The man looked at him in a surprised way, for
he had not heard the boy enter the room. But he
said something in French to a waiter who was R
passing, and the latter came to Rob and made a
"I speak ae Eengliss ver* fine," he said. "What desire
"What are your rates by the dayf* asked the boy,
"Ten franca, M*sler.**
"How many dollars Is that?"
"Yes, United States money."
"Ah, oui! Eet is se two dollar, Mfaieur.**
"All right I can stay about a day before X go bankrupt.
fMve me a. room."
"Certamement, M*sieur. Have you se luggage?"
"No but I'll pay in advance," said Rob, and began
counting out his dimes and nickles and pennies, to the un
bounded amazement of the waiter, who looked as if he had
never seen such coins before.
He carried the money to the fat gentleman, who exam
ined the pieces curiously, and there was a long conference
between them before it was decided to accept them in pay
ment for a room for a day. But at this season the hotel
was almost empty, and -when. Rob protested that he had no
other money the fat gentleman put the coins into his cash box
with a resigned sigh and, the waiter showed the boy to a
little room at the very top of the building.
Rob washed and brushed the dust from his clothes,
after which he sat down and amused himself by viewing
the pictures that constantly formed upon the polished plate
of the Record of Events.
While following the shifting scenes of the fascinating
Record Rob noted an occurrence that caused him to give a
low whistle of astonishment and devote several moments
to serious thought.
"I believe it's about time I interfered with the politics
of this republic," he said, at last, as he closed the lid of the
metal box and restored it to his pocket. "If I don't take
a hand there probably won't be a republic of France very
long, and, as a good American, I prefer a republic to a
Then he walked down-stairs and found his English
"Where's President Loubett" he asked.
"Ze president! Ah, he is* wiz his mansion. To be at his
"Where is his residence?"
The waiter began a series of voluble and explicit direc-
, tions which so confused the boy that*he exclaimed:
"Oh, much obliged V and walked away In disgust.
"If ever I travel in foreign countries again," said Rob,
"I'll learn their lingo in advance. Why doesn't the Demon
get up a conversation machine that will speak all lan
By dint of much inquiry, however, and after walking
several miles following ambiguous directions, he managed to
reach the residence of President Loubet. But there he was
politely informed that the president was busily engaged in his
garden, and would see no one. - * "
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"That's all right," said the boy, calmly. "If he's in the
garden I'll have no trouble finding him."
Then, to the amazement of the Frenchman, Rob shot
Into the air fifty feet or so, from which elevation he over
looked a pretty garden in the rear of the president's man
sion. The place was protected from ordinary intrusion by
high walls, but Rob descended within the enclosure and
walked up to a man who was writing at a small table placed
under the spreading branches of a large tree.
"Is this President Loubet ?" he inquired, with a bow.
The gentleman looked up.
"My servants were instructed to allow no one to disturb
me," he said, speaking In excellent English.
"It isn't their fault I flew over the wall," returned Rob.
"The fact is," he added, hastily, as he noted the president's
frown, "I have come to save the republic and I haven't
much time to waste over a bundle of Frenchmen, either."
The president seemed surprised.
Your name!" he demanded, sharply.
"Robert Billings Joslyn, United States of America!"
"Your business, Monsieur Joslyn!"
Rob drew the Record from his pocket and placed it upon
the table. "This, sir," said he, "Is an electrical device that records
all important events. I wish to call your attention to a
scene enacted in Paris last evening which may have an effect
upon the future history of your country."
He opened the lid, placed the Record so that the presi
dent could see clearly, and then watched the changing ex
pressions upon the great man's face first indifference, then
interest, the next moment eagerness and amazement.
"Mon Dieu!"(he gasped "the Orleanists!"
The president did not reply. He was anxiously watching
the Record and scribbling notes on a paper beside him. His
face was pale and his lips tightly compressed.
Finally he leaned back in his chair and asked:
"Can you reproduce this scene again?"
"Certainly, sir," answered the boy "as often as you
O D watched the changing expressions
"Will you remain here while I send for my minister of
police? It will require but a short time."
"Call him up, then. I'm in something of a hurry myself,
but now Pve mixed up with this thing I'll see it through."
The president touched a bell and gave an order to his
"It is a marvel," remarked the president, thoughtfully.
"More! It is a real miracle. We are living in an age of
wonders, my young friend."
"No one knows that better than myself, sir," replied
Rob. "But, tell me, can you trust your chief of police'?"
"I think so," said the president, slowly "yet since your
Invention has 'shown me that many men I have considered
honest are criminally implicated in this royalist plot, I
hardly know whom to depend upon."
"Then please wear these spectacles during your inter
view with the minister of police," said the boy. "You must
say nothing, while he is with us, about certain marks that
will appear upon his forehead but when he has gone I will
explain those marks so you will understand them."
The minister ot police arrived just then, and. under
Rob's guidance, the pictured record of the Orleanist plot was
reproduced before the startled eyes of the official.
"And now," said the boy, "let us see if any of this fool
ishness is going on just at present"
He turned to the opposite side of the Record and al
lowed the president and his minister of police to witness
the quick succession of events even as they occurred. -
Suddenly the minister cried: "Ha!" and, pointing to the
figure of a man disembarking from an English boat at
Calais, he said, excitedly:
"That your excellency, is the Duke of Orleans, in dis
guise! I must leave you for a time, that I may issue some
necessary orders to my men but this evening I shall call
to confer with you regarding the best mode of suppressing
this terrible plot"
When the official had departed, the president removed
the spectacles from his eyes and handed them to Rob.
"What did you see?" asked the boy.
"The letters *G* and *W/ "
"Then you may trust him fully," declared Rob, and ex
plained the construction of the Character Marker to the in
terested and amazed statesman.
' "And now I must go," he eontinued, "for my stay in your
city will be a short one and I want to see an I can." _
He turned the indicator of his traveling machine and
immediately rose into the air, followed by a startled ex
clamation from the president of France.
(To Be Continued.)
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