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CHAPTER Vl—Continued Eileen was enjoying that sense of martyrdom so dear to woman’s nature. Her spirit was seeking Dawson Haig all the time. Where was he? Was he safe? Did he appreciate what she was doing? With it all. she was so happy that she was frightened. Doctor Oestler had stepped to the open doorway to examine the casket by daylight; and: “My gentleman,” said a soft voice. The doctor stared through his glasses at the speaker. It was the Armenian fortune teller. “I d<> n<>t wish to buy anything, ha?” said the doctor good humoredly. “I do not wish my palm to be read —no? And I do not wish' to know my future. Is it so?” s “It Is not so, my gentleman,” the soft voice continued. “It Is that I know where there are boxes such as this, but ever so much better —and cheaper." •’You know this —ha?" said Doctor Oestler. smiling at Eileen. ’ “You think perhaps I don't know this?” - “I think—ha?—you may. 1 say Ido not wish to buy even such a box.” “I make with you a bargain," the man went on earnestly. ”1 charge you nothing—nothing—unless you buy from the shop I take you to. This is my bargain." Eileen began to laugh. “My lady laughs.” said the Armenian earnestly. “But I will show her." He took her hand, as Doctor Oestler returned and placed the casket on the counter from which he had "taken It The doctor rejoined them. “If I tell this lady true,” said the man, still holding Eileen's hand, “something I cannot know except from the palm, will you c«>i»e with me to the shop I show you?” ■> Eileen agreed. “But he’ll fall down on It and expect balf-a-crown all the same.” “We shall see—ha? Proceed, my good fellow." ■?.. “You belong," said the man, staring Into her hand, “not to England—not, I think, to Europe, but to some country far west of Europe—perhaps It is America." “Detected my accent," was Eileen’s mental comment “You come not to Egypt, but to somewhere farther—to India. I think.' And In India some one is waiting for you—some one you love and who loves you. No!" He stared closer. "It is not so. Yet there Is some one who waits There is some one—l think in England—this one 1 have spoken of—who Is now on his way to India, or to some place very near to India. And there he will meet you. . . . Ah, but still I am not right! He Is here, this one—here, in Port Baid I" Eileen betrayed herself by a sudden start. "For him there are many dangers ... and for you, too, lady. 1 read it tn your palm. But you will be married, and be very happy. There will be—” “That’s enough.” said Eileen, startled by the man’s reading. ’’Then we must stick to pur bargain —year* said Doctor Oestler. The man smiled triumphantly. “Please follow, my lady, my gentleman,” he said. “It Is not far. Please follow." Eileen was conscious of a sudden vague uneasiness, it was very difficult to appreciate the fact that she was tn the company of a criminal, but It remained a fact, nevertheless, a fact that the man a strange charm of manner Invariably made her forget. “Perhaps the others would like to come?” she suggested. Doctor Oestler nodded, returned to the shop, and presently came back. “The ladles are still absorbed with silk wear,” he said, smiling, "silk undies—ha? So I have left Doctor Heatherley to take care of them, and 1 arrange that are shall meet at .the Eastern exchange In half an hour." The Armenian led them into the native quarter. Eileen’s brain began working rapidly. The question repeated itself over and over again: “Should I go? Should I go?" Perhaps even at the last moment she would have conjured up some excuse. But suddenly she saw a right which reassured her . . . made her heart ring. Dawson Haig had followed Len Chow, when the Chinaman, apparently aimlessly, had set out, and had temporarily loot right of him at a corner. Almost st the same moment he had seen Eileen—alone with Doctor OesUer—accompanied by the fortune teller. And so Eileen, glancing back apprehensively along the Darrow street, ree- / ognised ths glitter of “Mr. Smith’s” smoked glasses. Dawson Haig followed, twenty paces behind! Doctor Oestler was talking to the palmist-guide and , could DOt possibly have noticed her backward glance. . . . On they went into several street*. Presently, in • street native from end to end. they paused. A dingy littts Shop <m the left was evidently their objective. Eileen glanced back. Dawson Haig was still only twenty The shop was purely Arab Id appearanc*. They went down two steps into the totartor. and from a di* cormt proprietor, who* the gtodo a* whfiwit lISHI RTWNT RNHt

in cavities resembling small caves. Wisps of dirty white hair, almost Indistinguishable from bls turban, and a straggly beard of the same.* outlined that aged countenance. Mohammed bowed low. opened a door hidden tn the dark recess from which he had emerged, and stood aside. Eileen glanced back in the direction of the street. . . . Dawson Haig was outside. Confidently, now. she stepped through Into a big room —to pause, breathless with astonishment The fortune teller had not exaggerated. This was. indeed, a wonder house, a treasury of beautiful things! And there were other rooms beyond. “You see. my lady," said the palmist softly, "what I tell you true.” It .was indeed true, since this, and' not the establishment in Stamboul, was the principal warehouse of that great and mysterious industry controlled by Yu’an Hee See. Here, to Port Said, came the choicest pieces, to be distributed for sale. Some even found their buyers in Turkey, some In France, and some In England. . . . Eileen experienced a sense of bewilderment. It was amazing. In fact, terrifying . . . opening as it did out of that tawdry little shop—what did it mean? What could It mean? She looked around that Aladdin’s cave, and slowly the realization came to her that only a Rockefeller could have bid for the contents. CHAPTER VII Dawson Haig pulled up before the shop <>f Mohammed. Further consideration had convinced him that his earlier fears for Eileen were groundless. His own life hung upon a thread. This he recognized. And he scrupulously avoided overhanging windows and watched warily anyone who walked too closely behind him. But he had no intention of leaving Eileen alone In the company of Doctor Oestler. , He entered the shop, and looked about him. The place was empty. Haig clapped his hands—and a moment later the aged proprietor appeared, bowing low. “What can I do for yon, my gentleman?" he creaked. "I came to Join my friends, who arrived here Just ahead of me,” Haig replied. “Ah!" Mohammed nodded. “Yes, yes. Wait but one moment.” The door of the treasure house was opened, and he had a glimpse of a

THE STORY FROM THE OPENING CHAPTER

Matt Kearney, young Amartcan living tn London, says good-by to his sister Etlsen, on board the Wallaroo bound for Colombo. Ths Wallaroo is conveying in gold to Australia. Kearney meets Inspector Dawson Haig, of Scotland Yard, vsry much In love with Eileen. Haig, convinced opium is concealed tn Jo Lung's warehouse, delegates Kearney, wtth Detective Norwich, to visit the place and find out what he can. While there Kearney picks up a notebook. Yu’an Hee See. whom Haig has long been seeking as the leader of a band of international thieves, is at Jo Lung's. Discovering the loss of his notebook, he sends two of his followers after Norwich and Kearney, one of whqm he realises must have picked it up. Norwich is found murdered. Haig is pursled over cryptic notes In the book. While he is poring over them, a weird creature enters, seizes the book, and escapes. Matt's story of hearing horrible laughter at Jo Lung's satisfies Haig his quarry was there, he recognising the peculiar malignancy of Yu's n't laugh. At Marseilles the inspector boards the Wallaroo, dlsgulshed. From radio messages he decodes, ho realises passengers on board are members of Tu'an's gang and that they have recognised him. A Chinaman tries to throw Haig overboard but goes over himself.

long, low room lined with shelves and cases. The sound of-Mohammed’s shuffling slippers grew faint —died away. A blank wall faced the shop, and there were no passers-by. It was a queer backwater, and Haig wondered what had Induced Eileen to visit it He stared again through the open door, then he moved* forward and looked along the room. Like a flash of summer lightning revelation came.... This was a branch —or perhaps the parent establishment —of Jo Lung's Limehouse emporium. Came the sound of shuffling footsteps returning. The aged Arab reappeared. "My gentleman.*' he said. **l am sorry to keep you waiting, but your friends have gone.” "Gone!” •By the other door.” Haig stared through dimness, seeking for the expression in those sunken eyes. "They didn't stay tong !** he snapped. The old Arab spread his palms eloquently. "They buy nothing, sir.” "Show me the way to this other door." Dawson Haig directed. “1 shall overtake them more quickly by going out that way.” Mohammed bowed tow. “Please follow,** he said. Haig entered, bis hand upon the butt of an automatic. Yes. the very arrangement of the place told him now that this was the receiving bouse. Jo Lung’s was merely a salesroom. But—Eileen. •Thia way. my gentleman.” The Arab, mounting three steps. Indicated a further room beyond. Dawson Haig followed. A second treasure cave stretched before him. There was a sort ot narrow passage connecting this room with another beyond. Through this corridor the aged Arab was hurrying- Haig increased his stride, entered the passage almost on tho heels of Mohawwnad and ... The floor collapsed beneath his fleet ... a stifling drug-like smell swept up to meet, to envelop him, aa be flea. •>My Q. r .fl Too late, he knew... to what “other door” this old fiend had tod him... the “Bath of Feathers r Doctor Heatheriey, and too two women passengers from toe Wallaroo

sat at a table outside the Eastern exchange. long drinks with straws before them. Presently Doctor Heatherley glanced at his watch. “Our friends are late,” said he. “They must have found the Mystery shop." “What’s the Mystery shop?” one of the women asked. Doctor Heatherley smiled. “All sorts of stories are told about Port Said,” he replied, “most of them frankly lies. There’s supposed to be a store here compared with which Simon Arzt’s is merely Woolworth’s. I’ve never found anybody to lead me to the Mystery shop, but 1 believe there Is such a shop. Doctor Oestler may know where It is.” Even as he spoke. Doctor Oestler, smiling broadly, bore down upon them. “Well, my friends,” he said, taking a chair, removing his hat and mopping his forehead. ”1 have walked quickly, ha—hoping to overtake our Miss Kearney." “Hoping to overtake her?" said the ship’s doctor blankly. “But she was with you! You said that you and Miss Kearney were going to make some purchases elsewhere.” Doctor Oestler nodded his head vigorously. “It Is so,” he agreed, "it Is so. Yes. We went, as I said. This shop is not a hundred yards from here. It belong to a Greek—ha?—who has most excellent perfumes. Miss Kearney also knows it well. I excuse myself—ha?— while she is making her selection, for I see It will occupy her for at least a quarter of an hour—yes?” He shrugged deprecatingly. "I call at another establishment that I know of. and purchase —ha—these five hundred cigarettes, look— then hurry back. Miss Kearney has already left the shop of Ostopolos, and ao I continue to hurry—and here, yes, you see me.” The ship's doctor stood up. “It sounds very odd to me." he said. “Port Said's healthy enough in these days, but not for a woman walking about alone. I’ll walk back with you.” Doctor Heatherley turned to the two women. “Please excuse us for five minutes,” he added. “Don’t start back until we rejoin you, or you might get lost, too." With Doctor Oestler he set out Before a small shop not more than two hundred yards from the Eastern exchange, they paused. A suave gentleman who wore a black pointed beard smiled agreeably. “I left a lady here about twenty paluutes ago,” said Doctor Oestler. “You remember?” “1 remember, sir." "When I returned, she had gone—you remember?” The surgeon was watching the speaker. “Did she say where she was going?” he demanded. , “No, sir. She purchase a small sample of jasmine, such as this—” he indicated one—“a larger size of attar of roses, of this kind—" he held up a long cutglass phial shaped like a square ruler—“and three small tubes of other essences—l forget which she selected." The surgeon stared at Doctor Oestler, and then, without a word, walked out of the shop. “I suppose there’s nothing to worry about,” he admitted, “so, as you seem to know an a-1 Egyptian tobacco merchant In this town, doctor. 1 like a really genuine Egyptian cigarette myself, and my stock is low. Do you mind taking me along?” “But not at all!" Doctor Oestler replied genially. When they reached the store, the

Egyptian owner Immediately recognised ; Doctor Oestler. The ship's surgeon, bas- i fled, bought fifty cigarettes and departed. But when they returned again to the Eastern exchange, Eileen Kearney had not returned. At the end of a very uneasy half hour. Doctor Heatherley stood up suddenly. "Let us aee toe ladies Into a taxi for the ship.” he suggested. "And i then, perhaps. Doctor Oestler, you would step along to the American consulate with me?" As Yu'an Hee large writing table, he presseda bell. A Chinese servant entered, and dropped on one knee, extending a silver tray upon which a paper lay. Taper fingers took the document the servant went out Tu’an Hee Bee read: "No news of the Hangman. May take It for granted he Is drowned. "Len Chow has succeeded. The lady Is on her way. •Joseph, toe new Armenian, did good work here. •Mohammed reports Dawson Haig, chief inspector C. L D, ii dead. "Joseph, recommended by Mohammed. joins up here In place of Fernand. “K. M. S. Wallaroo tn the CanaL British and American consuls Port Said very active. "Position on Wallaroo strained in regard to doctor and madame. but legally secure. “Len Chow due at Keneh tomorrow five o’clock. Frans Hartog reports from Cairo. •Polodoe arrived Stamboul tonight” Tu’an Hee See removed his glasses, ropvaining motionless fisc'several minutes, hissing softly. Then, again he pressed the halt The Chinese servant came instantly to his summons. "Effendi Aswami Pasha.” The servant bowed tow. and withdrew silently. * • • • •• • • Port Said was seething with Indignation. When towards dusk it became evident that Eileen Kearney had been abducted. flor no other conclusion remained, both toe 'American nd British consulates set to work to earnest The town was combed with a nicety calculated to discover a rat to a cornfield. • But no trace could be found of toe mtostag girt. Doctor Oestler's ac

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count of what had happened was simple enough. Miss Kearney had suggested walking along to the shop of the scent merchant, and he had accompanied her. The doctor’s statement was confirmed both by the Greek scent merchant and by the Egyptian tobacconist Mr. Len Chow, it was learned from the Eastern exchange, had caught the train to Cairo, only having had lunch in the hotel. Os Franz Hartog no trace could be tound. The news, of course, was known on board, and a state of consternation prevailed. Port Said was living up to Its ancient reputation. Every woman passenger who was ashore hurried back to the ship. * Captain Peterson paced his'cabin, his tanned, lined face haggard with anxiety. The company’s agent sat at the desk. Shale, - the British consul, standing beside him, and the American consul stood by the door. “It’s all very well, Mr. Forman,” said Shale, addressing his American confrere. “But what can I do?” “What can you do, sir?” the other retorted. “A young American citizen —daughter of my friend Kearney in n® “But Not At All!" Doctor Oestler Replied Genially. * Colombo—ls kidnaped In broad daylight when she is in the company of a suspected person! What can you do!" “Suspected, yes,” cried rhe other desperately. , “But that’s not proof!” “What puzzles me," the captain interjected, trying to pour oil on troubled waters, “is the absence of Inspector Haig. If we had the authority of Scotland Yard behind us. we might be able to act Besides, what evidence there is, he holds.” “It’s little enough," said the British consul —“unless he - had added to it since this morning." Mr. Forman's face was very stern. “In short, sir,” he said, “you don’t Intend to take any steps about this gang of crooks you’ve got on board; although you know —whatever the evidence may be, and I say d—n the evidence! —that they are certainly responsible?" “But the Inspector himself assured me that there was nothing to justify an arrest,” said Captain Peterson. Forman tugged savagely at his mustache. “That man Oestler is lying," he declared outright “You all think the same as I do. How can I ever face Mike Kearney with a tale like this!" Doctor Oestler had only just left the cabin, where he had been submitted to a close cross-examination on the exact clrcunistance* of his visit to those two shops with Eileen. However as the shopkeepers had been questioned and had confirmed his statement in every particular, there was nothing whatever to go upon. His papers were In order, or appeared to be. He had even produced correspondence which seemed to leave no doubt upon the point. And since he was certainly bound for Australia. common sense suggested that this part of his story, at least, was The agent was in a quandaryJpTo hold the ship meant transferring Stalls and a loro of thousands of pounds to the company. And if Eileen were found any time during the night or early morning she could quite easily be transported to Suez in time to rejoin the Wallaroo there. The suspects were actually on board. “If only Inspector Haig would turn up!" Forman exclaimed irritably. “Ha may bold the clue to the situation." “Pm putting all my faith In the Inspector,” the captain declared. “It’s because he’s evidently on the job that I still have hopes.” “But there’s nothing to show," Forman cried, “that he’s cm the job at all! If I undertand the situation, do one has seen this man. Haig, since be left the ship early this morning.” “It’s my belief." said Captain Peterson, “that he was following Ml* Kearney and Doctor Oeetler.” “I agree with you. captain!” cried the British consul. “Inspector Haig was following them. And I think wo may venture to hope that he’s the only man who knows what actually took place If it’s an abduction, it’s highly j probable that he’s in pursuit of the abductor." “It’s very odd he hasn't got In , touch,” Forman cut in. The agent nodded in agreement “I i think that odd, too, captain," he *dt mitted. “X don’t care for the look of it Assuming that the inspector witnessed this outrage—if an outrage has . occurred—and went off In pursuit he wouldn’t do ao without leaving some ylnq to his route, in case be should faU. He w»a too experienced * man ( for that" i "Might I ask, Mr. Dimes, the exact - meaning of your remarkr Forman. * i man of action, knew himself helpless; and he was getting ryy. “Are you r implying that tide Inspector Haig is - not engaged in looking for Mias Rear-

“Weaker Sex” Prone to Take Thankless Jobs?

“Did you see this in the paper about a woman getting the job of mayor of a South American city—a job that was too tough for men? “It’s about time for recognition of the fact that there are some things women can do better than men. . Certain peculiarly feminine abilities qualify women better than men to cope with certain types of problems." Comment made by a woman writer. to whose attention this incident was called, is not altogether -flattering to her sex. She remarks: “It would be nice to be able to agree with our reader that the interior ministry of Chili appointed a woman to be mayor of the town of Calera because of ‘peculiarly feminine abilities’ which especially fitted her for work which men found too difficult. But It strikes me as far more likely that ho man wanted the job. “Judging by the news clipping which speaks of the various factions which the mayor must keep appeased, it would seem that being mayor of Calera is one of those thankless jobs. Women are used to thankless Jobs, and gravitate to them as the moth to the flame. “And it seems that financially there's very little in the job. With RISH TOWER REPRODUCED Os that most characteristic type of ancient Irish architecture, the round tower, the only reproduction in America stands in Massachusetts, at Milford. It was built in IS!M by the late Rev. Patrick Cuddahy, a native of Ireland. Interested in Irish antiquities, he studied the towers and obtained descriptive books on the subject. He was his own architect, using the Glendalough tower as a model. His construction is of Milford granite, cotrsed ashlar with rubble hacking, T 2 feet high, with a circumference of 44 feet and internal diameter of S feet. The conical roof, formed of layers of dressed stone, and the point, surmounted by the shamrock, are chiseled from one stone. The attic story has four window opes, angular-headed, and one squareheaded opening Is in each intermea sentinel tn the Catholic cemetery diate story. The tower stands like with a lake at its base, as frequently found in Ireland. —New York Times.

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MAY LEASE CITY Tn gold rush days, the mining town of Columbia, Calif-, came within one vote in the legislature of being named the capital of California. Recently It was revealed that the state may lease the ghost city for a year as a historical site.

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