The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1898-12-27
THE EYE OF A GOD.
By ". A. FRAsER.

way:
The night after the boat race at the
water festival at Thayetemeo Hpo Thit
came to VALENTINE. the superintendent
of police, and said that there were
many balls Of opium hid away in
Moung Ouray's house. When he spoke
Of Moung Ouray, Valentyne started a
little.
4. Moung Ouray was Mi Mra's brother,
and Mi Mra-she had the daintiest way
Of doing her hair, all looped up with
circlets Of jasmine flowers, and the
nattiest little supari pellets she used to
chew. VALENTINE was always putting
the little Burmese worked silver supari
box away out of sight. Fellows were
always dropping in on him, and those
things looked SO odd lying about.
Hpo Thit knew all about that, only
VALENTINE was not aware that he knew.
Glow do you know of this thing, O
Opium Walla-of the balls of opium
in Moung Ouray's house?' queried the
superintendent, with hard, impatient
ring in his voice. Ibid you put the
beastly stuff there yourself, and then
come to cackle about the eggs of your
/, own laying?''
''No, thakine. Abdul, who is q
pariah Of Mussulman, saw Moung
Ouray take it off the freboat which
goes up the river.
"And did Abdul, who is q pariah,
see where Moung Ouray put the black
stuff?''
"No. thakine, but where would
Moung Ouray put it? Would he put his
rupees in rice pot and bury it in the
ground like Bengali? No, thakine
that which is good and Of much value
will Moung Ouray have in the box
where is kept the hand doomed putsoe,
which he bought at the time Of the
races. which were one year ago. for 900
/ rupees, from the seller, who came from
4 Mandalay.
There was little soft rustic just be-
yond the plated bamboo wall which
rose on the inner side Of the veranda,
close behind the thakine's head. It
might have been the mosquito curtain
falling from the top Of the bed frame
over which it was thrown, SO gentle was
the noise.
Then there was little metallic click.
Surely that was the closing of the lid Of
the silver supari dish.
Valentyne gave toss in his chair
and coughed long and Justify. That
was diplomatic, for jungle wallahs like
Hpo Thit had sharp ears.
Another little rustic as Mi MIRA
wrapped the lemon colored silk scarf
about her throat and slipped like a
gentle shadow down the back steps Of
the bungalow.
In and out among the mango trees
her slight, figure fitted as she sped
swiftly through the tope toward Moung
Ouray's bamboo bungalow.
"The thakine, who makes Mi Mai
laugh, asked Hpo Thit If he had laid
the eggs in brothers. box. Perhaps he
did. We shall see-ha, ha, hap and
her teeth. which were pink from the
juice of the supari, cleaned in the flick
ering moonlight like coral beads.
VALENTINE pondered for a. few mo-
ments over what Hpo Thit had told
him. His duty was straight enough.
but, but-"It's put up jobl' he NUT
tered to himself. Its the same old
bazaar trick of running man.
And also was not Moung Mi MIRA g
brother?
4 Eventually, however. valentyne sum-
moned the sergeant Of police over at the
thauna, and together they proceeded to
Moung Ouray' bungalow.
At the sergeant request he unlocked
the box for them and the former pro-
ceeded to go through it.
First the handsome putsoe. and then,
one after another, the jaunty little jack
/ cts and divers other things were laid
on the floor.
In the bottom was big round lacquer
box. When the sergeant lifted the lid,
there were four balls there-four oval,
white balls, as unlike opium as they
could we'll be. for they were eggs.
Now Moung Ouray knew that he had
not put the eggs there. He did not
make pantry Of his clothesbox; also
had not Hpo Thit left them. The balls
he had slipped into the lacquer box
while Moung Ouray was down at the
pody were round and black, not at all
like eggs.
The two Punjabi policemen were
grinning from ear to ear. VALENTINE
gave sarcastic little laugh and asked
Hpo Thit if that was the opium he had
seen Moung Ouray carrying OFF the
steamer.
Here is not got aim, J" said the SER
geant, and asked if he should search
further.
Before VALENTINE could answer a
fiendish uproar smote upon his ears. 1t
was as though the pody and the whole
clash Of bazaar noises had been sudden
~ emptied into the compound Of the
Phoongye Kyoung across the road.
1t was proper oriental babel, the
cry of thief" cutting through the gem
eral noise like sharp edged knife.
''The bazaar budmashes are killing
some one" said the sergeant.
"We'll have to go and look into that
first, said the superintendent, land
we'll come back here and finish the
search after You must come, too, Ou-