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road you said most likely aud we fol.
lowed as far as the Park, and there, said
the footpad, boastfully, showinghis terri
BILE fists, with one blow gave him more
than he will digest in month, and when
he was knocked quite senseless, / stripped
him Of everything"
"You-you-nlways you" Missed Ny
brea, his face quivering with jealous fury.
"What use would your brute force have
been without my brains? You did not
know the man. found him out set
tied the distance at which we must follow
him decided the spot TO run him down.
and it was my bicycle that did the trick p
''EnougE-enough - shrieked Sastri,
furious at this waste of time. "The
Pearl, slave-givo me the Pearl ~
All this time the Counts restraining
arm alone had prevented the Italian from
rushing at his weaker and wilier accom-
plice. But the voice of his master at
once recalled Mybrea to submission.
His tone dropped to sickness rs he said
rapidly in Hindostsnee, "Sahib, this
brute snatched everything. My first care
was to secure the chain and pendant, but
he tore it from mo, and keeps it still in
his owp hiding-place.
"What lies are these that the limb Of
the Evil One Is speaking against me p
burst out the Italian, his black eyes blaz-
ing, and bis glossy hair standing on end.
cit would be but small thing if one
smashed such gnGt as that y
"Peace ~ murmured the Count, and in
a still lower tone ne added three words
more, whose effect ON his countryman was
instantaneous.
The man covered like beaten hound,
but the covert hatred in his averted glance
| was horrible. 1t seemed to say that il
| ever the time came when he could safely
take revenge on the gentleman in whose
| service he had done 80 many crimes. that
he was completely in his power, let the
Count look to himself
Sllvestrelli either did not see or scorned
to notice the meaning Of this look. He
turned away briskly, and said, in the tone
of man accustomed to control the quar-
rels of conspirators, Gone, my friends,
no more silly word-sparring and, to pre-
vent mistakes in future, we will all talk
English. Piero, my son, let the Prince
see what you aud his faithful Mybreu
have procured him."
| Thus admonished, the italian went sui
lenly to one corner Of the cellar, and with
the aid of the woman who had been al
the while standing near him like his ia
miliar fend, lifted up loose brick, anG
from the cavity beneath it produced {
small bundle tied up in an old yellow
kerchief.
He brought it to the table round which
the others stood, and, before untying it
said, with malicious glance at Mybrea
81 wrapped them up in this out on the
grass He saw me and he has kept his
eyes upon me ever since; so he can sweai
/ have taken nothing out"
"Talk no more exhibit ~ interposet
the Prince, impatiently.
To prevent Cecils suspicious from fas
tening themselves on any given person
the Count had directed that all his valu
ables should be taken away, so as to give
the affair the appearance Of an ordiuar,
highway robbery. 50, when the kerchie
was united, various assortment of mas
culine properties met the beholders eyes
watch, chain, purse, pocketbook ant
ring.
But the object that brought glitter o
triumph into Seshaya Sastri's eyes wa
the finely chased Indian casket that wa
the chosen repository of the Black Pearl
Give it me y he exclaimed, excitedly
holding out his itching fingers.
The Count put the chain and pendan
into his hand with q smile. He expecte,
to make five thousand pounds out of hi
little share in this transaction. Mybrea'
reward was also to be rich IN its proper
ton, and even Piero's promised picking
were ample,
So the eyes of each watched the open
: ing Of the casket with keen interest, an
every breast thrilled with wild dismay as
uttering yell OF mingled disappointment
and fury, Seshaya Sastri dashed the empt
casket to the ground, shrieking, "Gone
gone !"