Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1899-05-13

| and which had undoubtedly furnished him
with key TO those two incongruous words
| lay on the floor not far from him. having
| been flung from Its owners hand during
| the moments of passion and suffering
| have above mentioned. To reach this book
with his foot, to draw 1t toward him. and
| finally, to get hold of 1t with his hand was
not difficult for one who asplred to be a
| detective and had already done some
| good work in that direction. But 1t vas
| harder to turn the leaves and ma the " ords
he sought without attracting the attention
| of his fierce companion. He, however, sue
ceeded in doing this at last, the long list
| of words he found on every page being ar
| ranged alphabetically. 1t was private
| he soon found that happening mcatt
Our little game discovered: play straight
| till give you the wink. And that Afghan
| istan' stood for: Hush money.
AS the latter was followed by the fsures
| have mentioned, the purport of the mes,
| sage needed no explanation, but the WORD
| FREDERICK did. So he searched for that,
only to find that 1t was not in the DOCK
| There was but one conclusion to draw.
| This name perfectly well known be-
| tween them, and was that of the person, no
| doubt, who laid claim to the 5000:
Satisfied at holding this clue to the rid
die he dropped the book again at his side
and skillfully kicked it far out into the
| room. Capt. Wattles had seen nothing. He
was man who took in only one thing at
| a time.
! Laboriously the penning of that letter
| went on. 1t took SO long that Sweetwater
| dozed, or pretended to, and when 1t was
at last done. the clock over the mantetptece
had struck 2.
"Halloo there. nowr' suddenly shouted
| the captain. turning on the messenger.
Are you ready for another journey"
That depends" smiled Sweetwater. ris-
! ing sleepily and advancing. Haven't got
over the last one yet, and would rather
sleep than start out again
"Oh, you want pay? Well, you'll get that
fast enough If you succeed In your mis-
sion. This letter''-he shook 1t with an i'm
patient hand-"should be worth 2,bOO to
| me. If you bring me back an answer
promising that money or Its equivalent
| within twenty-four hours. l will give you
| a clean hundred of 1t. Good enough pay,
1 take it, for five hours journey. Better
| than sleep, Ell? Besides you can sleep on
the cars.
Sweetwater agreed with him in all these
assertions. Putting on his cap, he reached
for the letter He didn't like being made
an instrument for blackmail but he was
curious to to whom he was about to be
sent. But the captain had grown suddenly
wary.
This is not a letter to be dropped in the
mailbox." said he. You brought me line
here whose prompt delivery has prevented
me from making a fool of myself tonight.
You must do as much with this one. 1t is
to be carried to it's destination by yourself,
given to the person whose name you Will
find written on it, and the answer brought
Ddck before you steep, Iilllu you, ullltSo Sou
snatch a wink the cars. That
it is night need not disturb you. 1t will be
daylight before you arrive at the place to
which this is addressed, and If you cannot
get into the house at early an hour,
whistle three times like this-listen-and
some one of the windows will presently fly
up. You have had no trouble getting at
me; you'll have trouble getting at him.
When you return hunt me up just you
did tonight. only you need not trouble
yourself to look for me at HaberstOw :,
he added under his breath in tone that
was no doubt highly satisfactory to him
self Il shall not be there. And now, off
with it, You've your S1G0 to make before
daylight. and it's already after o.
SweetWater who had stolen glimpse at
the Superscription the letter he held,
stumbled he went out Of the door. 1t
was directed. as he had expected, to
Frederick, probably to the second one of
whom Capt. Wattles had spoken. but not,
as he had expected, to a stranger. The
name on the letter was Frederick Suther
| land and the place of his destination was
Sutherlandtown.
CTo be continued)