The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1884-10-05
CHAPTER IN.


THERE CAN BE NO DOUBT WHO IS THE
THEE
About three hours later Mr. Greengrayes
crossed the threshold of the great Govern
ment Office in Whitehall, of which Sir Rich
ard Fordyce was the head. Before the door
was string of carriages and cabs. TO and
fro, from the hall to the street, a stream of
persons passed; those coming away, for the
most part with a Subdued and half-stlnned
look upon them, dazed as it were, as people
might look who had stared open-mouthed
at the sun.
AS MI Greengravcs came upon the scene,
short thiclily-bult man, swarthy skinned,
with eyes that looked as black as sloes
against their blood-shot whites, with ink
black crispy hair, square jaws, and general.
ly a heavy sullen face was listening In what
seemed like molten fury only half-sup.
pressed to the bland utterances Of the sleek
hall-door keeper
"lve told you before, my good fellow, it's
no manner of use Sir Richard is much too
busy to see anyone to-day he hasn't made
| an appointment WITH
| Uttering some low cultural sounds THAT the
detective fancicd must have been either
Italian or Spanish, the dark-eyed man
swung himself from the steps, glowering
| eviIly and grinding his teeth, whilst Mr..
| Greengraves, with the oily and persuasive
| way which he so well knew how to assume
| when the occasion called for it, passed his
| card with smothercd whisper.
The porter at first sight of the pasteboard
Shnnk hand ain La, al
Greengraves, then relaxed gently by degrees,
and made half promise:
"Fraid you'll have to wait long ne
though, sir"
Mr.. Greengraves, with the expression Of
a martyr Of long and bitter experiences, eX.
pressed his willingness to do so.
Still the stream of persons DESTROYS of in
| gress or egreSs poured in and out of the
| towering building, up and down the broad
| stone steps, past the marble columns: some
| radiant, some anxious, some ScOwling black.
ly--the most part, If not ALL whispering
eagerly, consulting, and comparing notes.
Presently Mr.. GreongruvesS card having
| passed up to the presence, a message came
| down that he might follow it, This he did
| up broad imposing staircase, ON soft
carpet past a smlnkling OF grcy.headed,
solemn-loolting, profoundly dcferental UNI
derlingsone OF whom In awhisper gave him
| directions as to the way heshould take, each
In turn staying his progress, rs though fear
| ful OF some intrusion, for which aHOn they
would be called to account.
| And so at last he found himself upon the
outskirts of u small, truculent, and groyel-
ling crowd Of seemingly awe.strcken ap.
| pllcants Tor the honor OF q few moments!
conference with the great man, and he him
sell at last, not without some trepidation,
crossed the threshold of the presence.chanl-
Der.
And here, indeed, he was impressed by
what he saw. Well acquainted with the
races OF the leading and conspicuous men IN
almost all classes of society, he looked on
IN wonder ut the evident respect, firm belief,
ana rapt attention of the whltc-heuded men
standing around, who met the slightest
sound halfway with an angry "llush!'
whilst Sir Richard in cold, hard, metallic
tones spoke.
Then came back to the spy's mind the
scene IN the drawlng-room. The attentive
group rs here surrounding the husband, the
beautiful woman, his wife, rccumbcnt, but
WIN restless eyes watching and waiting as
II seemed to him with u slammed indiTer-
ence but indllIerently disguised.
And then again another picture arose,
bright, clean, and clear, and strangely re.
pulslye as oddly enough It had seemed to
him that night, used as he was to the scamy
side OF life--to the realistic and the unro-
| mantle. That crowd of ualniod woman
thronglng' the stage anongs' carpcn,crs
greasyand dlrt-stained. The donSql,Ss, with
her bold, bad,prctly face, cruel eyes, and
sharply set moutll--the grey old man, be-
guled, beloolcd.
But the sonor0us sounds OF Sir Richard
Fordycc's voice rose over and dominated oil
! this appeared that II was the question