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Updated: May 16, 2025
"Mademoiselle," he said quietly, "I will ask the good madame if you may be relieved for the day. I have a car outside a swift car. Can you show me that cottage Nicko's dwelling? I will bring you back immediately." "Of a surety," she told him in his own tongue, as he had spoken. "Wait. I will get my hat and coat. I may not know the nearest way to the place. But "
The two men, dressed alike and apparently of the same height and shambling manner, whom she had seen in Nicko's garden, worried her quite as much indeed, worried her even more than the sight of the mysterious creature the peasants called the werwolf. More than ever was she determined to take into her confidence somebody who would be able to explain the mystery of it all.
The secret agent knew him and respected him. Ruth shrank from putting suspicion upon a possibly innocent person. And yet, his height, his manner of bowing, an indefinite air about him, had convinced Ruth that Nicko's double was Henri Marchand. Who else could it be? Could there be some person who so resembled the countess' younger son? The thought roweled her mind.
She crouched back against the hedge, watching fearfully the on-rush of the phantom-like apparition coming so swiftly up the path. While yet the silent figure was some rods away Ruth Fielding realized that it was no human being. It was not one of the men she had seen in the garden of Nicko's cottage. This creature came too swiftly up the path and skimmed the ground too closely.
Should she tell Monsieur Lafrane of her suspicion that this officer of the French army was the man whom she thought was Nicko's double? For it was Major Henri Marchand Ruth believed she had seen enter Nicko's garden and talk with him the evening before she left the field hospital to return to Clair. The major walked quietly away without even seeing Ruth.
The chauffeur of their car, after a nod from Lafrane, started again. They passed the wagon, which was already trundling down the road. This cot was the last one at which Ruth saw anybody during that ride. For when they reached the hut of Nicko, the chocolate peddler, his place was likewise deserted. There were no neighboring houses. Lafrane got out at Nicko's cottage and searched the premises.
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