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CHAPTER Xl—Continued -IJ— v ; . Tb« boat palled off to the dhow. Yu an Hee See spoke again down the tube: “All la to take both boats In tow without transshipping the last load." This order was transmitted to a man forward on the deck of the submarine and shouted to Aswarni Pasha. Captain Peterson, bare-headed, grayfaced, stood on the bridge of the Wallaroo. It all seemed unreal, utterly Impossible. Even now it was difficult to believe that the pirates had been " actually on board his ship—without a blow struck, had removed that predons cargo under his eyes. ... Yet, had there been any alternative? Even if the Wallaroo had carried a gun. the fate of all those women and children below must have rested upon the success of one shot He stood listening to the pulsing of the auxiliary engine on board the dhow —watching the negroes scrambling onto her stern. Then the boats swung out on two lines, and the dhow headed in for the head of that rocky island near to which they lay. Her deck was black with negroes. Suddenly, all signs of life vanished from the submarine. Came the faint ißound of a bell on the Wallaroo's bridge; the ship began to vibrate, but: “Stand by all boat stations!" the captain roared. The order was transmitted, in dying echoes, from point to point of the ship: “Stand by all boat stations . . . stand by . , . boat stations . . . boat stations. ...” Peterson sprang to the telegraph and Jammed it “Full speed ahead’—then leaped to the side of the bridge and looked over again. He was too late! Yu’an Hee See sat In the control roomlof the submarine. Seen through the periscope, the towering hull of the Wallaroo seemed almost to overhang the vicious little warship. Yu’an Hee See spoke softly. “First tube,” he said. And the first torpedo was launched against the helpless liner. Frightened faces of stewards and other members of the crew, some of them with war experience, peered out of portholes. Men were running—there was tumult—desperation. Yu an Hee See began to laugh. That weird, piping laughter swept around the oily little compartment like a breeze from hell The torpedo burled Its wicked nose— Jo Lung was clever!—squarely into the engine room. There was a monstrous explosion which shook the submarine from stem to stern. Smoke and steam dropped a veil between the doomed line* and the watching eyes of Yu’an Hee See. Yet he trusted the Wasp, his chief torpedo operator. “Second tube,” he directed. if the first explosion had been an enormous one. the second was such as seemed to rend the very heavens. The second torpedo had registered In Number Two Hold, where twenty cases of potted Stilton for Colombo were stored. They had come aboard in Marseilles just before Doctor Oestler went ashore. They contained enough high explosive to destroy a small 5 town. . . . Yu’an Hee See rubbed his plump hands together and began to laugh again. Although they had drawn away from the Wallaroo, a veritable tidal wave swept them, but Yu’an laughed on. At last, recovering himself: “Order All to cast the boats off and head the dhow back,” came his highpitched Instructions. He glanced up to find Len Chow at his elbow. He took the message which his second In command had brought; adjusted his spectacles, and, still chuckling, read: "NEWS OF EXPLOSION RELAYKD PORT SCRAN HMS Rrt.NTHEtt HEADED FOR YOU.” Yu’an Hee See nodded, read the message a second time, and began very softly to hiss. • • • • • » • Jack Rattray, chief officer, who ] had seen the torpedo, was racing for the bridge. He had Just reached - f the ladder when it crashed Into the engine room. One of the boilers went, and be was heaved off his feet, lost bis hold of the rail, and pitched Into the scuppers. Dazed, temporarily confused, he staggered up. Somewhere behind and below there was a shambles —shrieks which he was never to forget to his dying day. He tottered again for the ladder and was halfway up when the second torpedo found its billet in the secret cargo. . . , The whole of the Wallaroo, forward of thei bridge, burst upward like a volcano. The deck planking bellied upward and shed him Into the sea as If he had been propelled by a catapult. Always, la such catastrophes, seeming miracles occur. The case of Jack Rattray was one of them. Physically, he was onhnrL Mental confusion was cleared by his plunge into cool depths. He came to the surface Immediately beside a floating deck chair. Upon this he ranted his hands, for the moment concent to be alive. Bat be would have gambled a year of the chance of Use that remained to him to have been spared the spectacle he was now compelled to witness. . . . The Wallaroo was sinking fast Pushing the timely* piece of wreckage before him. he ducked his heed and kicked off wildly. Then, resting on the fragile raft, he watched. Heartrending erica reached him. Figures were leaping from her decks. He eaw a man spring from the rail with a woman In hi* arms. The forward part of the ship broke free of the hnlL The bowels of the Wallaroo dropped out of her through the gaping hole below her bridge—and the big ship dived. . . . Rattray, clutching his little rest, threw one arm across the folded wooden struts. Shaken-though he era*, he knew la presence alone spelled salvation. And poshing it before him, he began to swim eiowty yet further oat to aea. towards where, a hundred and forty-five mites doe southwest. Port Sudan nestled on the African coast, end H. M. 8 Panther. Captain Hai-

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The mass of wreckage was spread over a great surface of the sea. A pall of smoke and steam was rising, slowly rising. The two machine guns In the submarine’s conning towers crackled Into activity, sweeping that area where survivors struggled in the flotsam of the wrecked liner. From the deck of the dhow, men armed with rifles picked out more distant swimmers. And now—darting actively about amongst that marine shambles—now came the fins of the sharks. . . . Yu’an Hee See, from the deck of the submarine, watched thoughtfully. “I bad counted on the sharks.” he said, “but nevertheless, we must take no chances." From the deck of the dhow black marksmen were making good practice. Kid Brown, bis face very white, fired once or twice, but wildly, and never at a living target In his capacity as Aswaml Pasha's bodyguard, he knew that* he served a soulless villain, but his own record was far from unblemished, and somehow he had made terms with his elastic conscience. He knew that the German freighter had been sunk with all hands nearly 'two years before, but he had not been presenf at her actual sinking. He had been Gh the submarine when the American yacht was held up. Explosives had been smuggled Into her hold la some way. and he had seen her go up like a Crystal palace firework display. t Although no rescues were attempted, there had been none of this .sniping. The sniping was too much for his stomach. He threw his rifle on to the deck of the dhow. “Gor’ blimey!” he shouted, clenching his fists, “I - can’t do it! It’s bloody murder! That’s what It Is—bloody murder!" “You are conscience-stricken again. Mr. Brown?" The Kid turned. Aswaml Pasha stood pointing a vicious-looking automatic straight at the Kid's stomach. “1 have watched you with Interest for some time,” the Egyptian Went on; "In Paris and In Egypt, as well as here. I regret it—but I can no longer trust you.” Aswaml Pasha pressed the trigger. But swiftly as he acted, he nevertheless acted too slowly to check that “Maxim silencer" left of the Kid. As the boxer dropped, coughing, to hang over the side, pumping his life’s blood Into the Red sea, Aswaml Pasha temporarily passed Into forgetfulness, his once classic nose a mere memory. . . . On the submarine. Yu’an Hee See gave the order to cease firing, “ft will disturb the sharks,” he explained. He rang on the engines to “Dead slow ahead." And old Maclles, raising his eyes to the Indicator as It tinkled, grasped the levers automatically—and then sank his debauched face Into his hands, sobbing as only a drunken man can sob, when, sober, he looks down upon what he has become. •••» ■ • • • In the great gardens of the old palace an unusual quiet reigned. The negroes seemed to have disappeared, to a man. Even the big engine shed adjoining the garages, and its annex with the tall radio masts, were deserted. The big hoase was stllL Haig strode along a path close under the wall which marked the southern boundary of his patrol. His brain was racing again, and he knew that he must keep a grip on common sense. He made a detour, so as to pass the window of the hut he shnred with the Jackal. The drug-shattered creole sprawled across his bunk, breathing heavily. Haig realized that practically he had the run of the place; a guardian who himself a prisoner. Foolhardily he had thrust himself into the place, and he knew that It was not the call of duty, but a mad anxiety for Eileen 1 which had driven him. He had seen the room In which she I was Imprisoned apparently under the j guardianship of a woman. He won- : dered if any of the eunuchs reranlued j on duty Inside the harem enclosure. He walked along the path below the walk Very faintly at times be had heard the murmuring of suri far below. Cautiously be mounted the steps of the first of the Uttle watch towers. There were several women in the garden, but Eileen was not among them. The balcony upon which he had seen Eileen was not visible from where be stood. Pressing on. he cautiously mounted another flight of steps. . . be saw something at which his heart seemed to miss a beat One of the black eunuchs was coming down a side path, carrying a woman’s body thrown sackwise over his right shoulder. One glance was sufficient He was carrying Eileen Kearney—alive or dead Haig could not tell! A tall and vicious looking Arab, white-robed and turbaned, followed. Automatic lu hand, Haig craned over the parapet as the gigantic negro swung suddenly left, descended a flight of stone steps, and disappeared under an archway, followed by the Arab. Where did that tunnel lead to? Haig heard the bang of a heavy door tn the sunken archway. As he stood plainly In view now to anyone in the garden, he heard a cry! It came from the balcony upon which he had seen Eileenl “Cherte! cberie! my baby, where are you?" This was the big woman be had seen on the previous day. She had looked French. Haig sprang right up on the parapet, waving bis arms. Swiftly Celeste Indicated that be should conceal himself and wait. Haig drew back and presently she came running down the stone steps and along the garden. “You. up there! you can bear me?” ah# gasped. "Tea, yea, I am . . "I know wh you axel She told me. Listen, only listen: This is the work of

the Chinese hell-cat It Is Said from Keneh who has taken the little one. They have drugged me again, I think. The poor baby. They will take her to Koselr. and from there to the house of Hassan es-Suk at Keneh. This house “I know it, I know it!" Haig interrupted Impatiently. “Go on! Go on!” “There are two motor boats in the harbor. In one of them she wIU be taken. For G—d’s sake, save her! Here It is bad enough—but there l Stop them—you must stop them!” “But tell me: where Is my best chance—" “There is only one way,” she Said; “It Is through the gate. But, if you could only reach It, the blacks would never question you. And all those pigs are away." ..." Haig raced down the stone steps. As It chanced, a collapsible ladder, used for pruning purposes, was lying on a path where one of the gardeners had left It! It was heavy, but long. A passionate rage gave Dawson Haig additional strength. Fully extending the ladder, he leaned it up against the high wall, mounted, and stood on the top. The* road far below was deserted from end to end. Poised perilously, he began to draw the ladder up, an operation calling for great muscular effort and a nice sense of equilibrium. A sort of savage exultation lent him the powers of an acrobat He got the ladder poised like a see-saw on top of the wall. Then, realizing that he could not turn It he lowered the narrow end onto the hard-baked mud of the path below. Swiftly, he slid down. Jerked the tall ladder from the wall, closed Its three sections, and dropped it amongst rank undergrowth In a ditch. He reached the outskirts of the little terraced town unchallenged—indeed, without meeting a living creature. The palm-lined street on the left, which contained what appeared to be the only case in the place, was deserted. None of the squat buildings of plastered mudbrick and woodwork exhibited any sign of life. Tied up to the steps was a dlngy-looking motorboat —the same, or Its twin, in which he had crossed from Koselr. Then a distant murmur checked him In his stride. Shading his eyes, he stared. Another motorboat —a mere dot In the blue—was rapidly disappearing around the tail of the island. He set out running again, but had not gone fifty yards when a second time he was pulled up sharply. From the north, far over the Sea, beyond the rocky headland which embraced the port, beyond the Island, came echoing and re-echoing the sound of a' mighty explosion. . . . • • • • • • • Jack Rattray, chief officer of the Wallaroo, was a powerful swimmer. When that rain of Yu’an’s machine-gun bullets had swept the sea he had ducked under the protection of the floating deck chair. He discovered that Poised Perilously, He Began to Draw the Ladder Up. by resting his chin upon a crosspiece and swimming steadily, he could propel it without any very great effort. He knew, provided he could escape a bullet, that It would be possible to seep afloat for hours. But that ghastly stretch around the wreck was now bristling with sharks* fins! There were fewer sounds from the few poor survivors. But the protecting deck chair, so far, had escaped the attention both of the marksmen and of the sharks. He was now more than a mile from the scene of the disaster. He swung around. The submarine and the dhow, the latter with two boats In tow, was making for the head of the Island, ft was a screen from behind which, doubtlees, they operated. And, so carefully does Fate weave those comedies In which willy-nilly we sll play a part, that It wits almost exactly at this moment that Dawson Haig walked down the Uttle Jetty to where the motor cruiser was moored. A pockmarked negro, whom he remembered. and an Arab boy, were on board. They stood up and stared at him suspiciously as be cams hurrying along the stone pavement “Orders!" he said, sharply. •sftr but aa he sprang on board.-the crew of two continued to regard him with doubt sad hesitation. “Hurry!” be cried, and swung the formidable club he carried. The negro glanced helplessly at the boy—and the latter threw off the rope. At last the game was In his bands! By dawn he would be hack la Koselr. There was a wireless station, and a small English colon j. He was '

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no longer "Joseph,” but had become again in spirit and In fact Detective Inspector Dawson Haig. He peered anxiously ahead. The leading motor cruiser was not In sight. Even if a car waited at Koselr, which he suspected would be the case, he could have it intercepted. The game was In his hands. Exultation, doubt, fear, fought for supremacy in his mind. They were three hours out from the base, and the long,' low island was dropping astern. Four more hours before that swing around which would point fheir bows to tbe African coast—which would seem to bring him nearer to Eileen! They were drawing In to the main coast again. Suddenly, Haig sprang to his feet, shouting excitedly. Almost under their starboard bow floated a piece of wreckage which looked like a deck chair. . . . Then, beside It, a head bobbed up. . . . ••••••• Aswaml Pasha, swathed In bandages, came out of Doctor Oestler’s room on the ground floor of the old palace, Inro a tiled corridor. He walked along to that little lobby which opened on the courtyard Inside the entrance gates. He would be disfigured for life. Kid Brown, in passing, his cunning fighter’s brain keyed up by the imminence of death, had left this Ineffaceable mark of his trade upon tbe man whose bullet had sped him. All the piston-rod force of that phenomenal left had been put Into the Job —the final Job—of pulverizing Aswami’s beauty. Certainty that that Grecian nose was smashed flat had sweetened the Kid’s last agony. Jacques the creole (known as the Jackal), waited in the lobby, his shifty eyes fearful. “Well!" said Aswami Pasha. “What have you to report?" “Chief!” the. man gasped—“ Chief . . It is Joseph . . .he Is gone!” “Gone!” “He Is nowhere! He does not come to relieve me at four o’clock. He Is nowhere—he is gone!” There was a moment of silence. “Go back to your duty,” said the Egyptian. He walked out along the corridor, up a short flight of stairs, and entered that office exotically furnished, with its voluptuous paintings and statuettes. Dropping down upon a divan, he sank his bandaged face In his hands. What did the absence of Joseph mean? Certainly old Mohammed was to be trusted; and he had had word of the fellow’s excellent quality. But yet. ... The girl! The rose-girl whom the Marquis Yu’an Hee See loved, whom he had taken such insane risks to secure ! Was there any connection between his compact with Orange Blossom and the absence of Joseph? He must find out. Aswaml Pasha unlocked a heavy, iron-studded door, and entered a covered courtyard. Yu’an Hee See, a blue tinge showing under his lemon-colored skin, fixed his eyes upon him. “The woman has gone—the American womah I had chosen. Do you realize what this means?” A cold terror clutched Aswaml Pasha’s heart. Well enough he knew his danger. But he rested gratefully upon the cunning of Orange Blossom. “Celeste, the French woman?” he suggested. Yu’an Hee See reflected. “There Is deep treachery here. You will take the French plane. Aswaml, with Anton as pilot 1 am thinking now not of my pleasure, but of our safety. It Is too late to establish contact with Hess, in Koselr. He will have left for Cairo. Hassan we cannot reach. Go, my friend. You have much to do.“ Aswaml Pasha choked down an exclamation of relief, and went out. The disappearance of Joseph he decided not to report. If might be part of Orange Blossom’s plan. Perhaps It had been necessary to kill the guard. «•••••• In a car specially equipped for the desert journey, and belonging to the manager of the Italian mines near Koselr. Dawson Haig was beaded.for the Nile valley. He had done everything that it was possible to do at the seaport. Jack Rattray, the Wallaroo’s first officer, whom he had picked up at sea. bad stayed behind at the wireless station, busily sending messages. Tbe motor boat, with her crew of two. had been detained. He bad left the establishing of contact with the police, Keneh and Cairo, to Jack. CHAPTER XII Eileen, for the second time since she had set out on that ill-fated voyage from London, found herself groping In the dark, trying to remember what had happened. ... It was something to do with drinking a cup of coffee. And Celeste, poor Celeste, bad not been there. . . . “The risk is too great,” a man’s voice had said. “It’s madness! This may ruin ns. . . ." She had been 111. perhaps. It was all part of delirium . . . those gardens with the orange trees in which monkeys played ... the sickly anesthetic smelL And there were voices again. ... “Yes, but It Is dangerous—very dangerous. How can I ever hope to carry her so far? ..." “The price la low, my friend, for such. ..." “Her legs are too thin for the taste of His Serene Highness. . . It was this last remark which had finally aroused Eileen. She opened her eyes, looked down at her own bare body—-and, galvanized into life, sprang upright She was In a large saloon with a matting-covered floor and closely shuttered windows. She had been lying on a divan covered with faded tapestry *bove which hung a lighted lamp. Before her. one plump hand raised to his hairless lip as if In consideration. was a stout greasy-looking side him stood a very dirty old Arab. (TO BE CONTINUED)

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