Was it a Hoax?
About 9.30 p.m, last Friday the French Police received information by telephone concerning "an extraordinary affair" in Avenue Joffre. It appears that shortly before the time stated, two strange visitors called at No. 632 Avenue Joffre, the residence of Mr. E. J. Berthet. Mr. Berthet went to the door and saw what at first sight appeared to be a Sikh policeman and a woman. A glance at the "lady"
r revealed the somewhat ing fact that a pair of white trousers were showing below "her" skirts. The 'Sikh' policeman was dressed in khaki, wore a ridiculously small turban, and carried a long bayonet at his side. Also, he had a beard and moustache which were obviously false. It was equally obvious that his complexion had never been tanned under a tropic cal sun, that he was in fact a complete stranger to India's coral strand.
Mr. Berthet, and Mr. R. z Jones, Confronted with this apparition, by whom Iie was joined. were too surprised for words. It was the alleged Sikh' who spoke, briefly. "Master," said he, betraying (as Mr. Jones reports), a Russian accent, "this missy, she belong your house?" 3 emphatically in the negtie the Upon Mr. Berthet replying very "policeman" turned upon his fair companion and began to beat her, or make a pretence of doing so. Whether or not the "lady" expostulated we are unable to say, but
ed the strange couple at once depart.
Ax Amazos, The extraordinary nature of the affair somewhat naturally left Mr. Berthet too much surprised for action, but immediately after the unhappy couple had departed, he telephoned to the French Police, giving an account of the affair and a description of the callers, and in the meantime sent one of his boys to follow them. The boy came upon them some little distance from the house. He was not long in returning to his master, very much scared. saying that the "lady" had pointed a revolver at him and had told him to go away.
The incident must be either an interesting addition to local police records or—a hoax, If the the latter, the masqueraders got very little fun for their pains, at least at No. 632. Whether or not they sallied forth in search of further adventure remains to be reporte her best in the scene in which sky scrapers and green elevators were so prominent, and in the fow minutes in which she held the stage Miss Gloria Fonda, as Frawley's "Morning Glory," gave a very finished rendering of a pleasing part. Altogether it was easily the most amusing of the couipany's performances,
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