The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-01-31

his anxiety. there was for one instant
faint twinkle in his tired eyes. But Wav-
erley did not see It, ..'- -
Meanwhile until Mr.. Knight arrives,
what are we to do?' he asked. rather
stiffly. Are we to stop where we are,
and wait for him to throw light on the
situation, or are we going off into the
country to really find out something for
ourselves? After all. Sir Peter, whether
your secretary's right or wrong, that's
where the scroundrels are most likely to
have taken her. The police are pretty
sure of it; they say they've, searched
every house in Tangier where there's a
chance Of her having been hidden; and
it's awful to sit here with our hands
folded while every minute she may be 60
Ing further away from us. r--..--.,.r,---
II don't think" said Sir Peter, some
what testify, that we've spent much
time in that position so far, and don't
expect to in the future. EverythinS's
arranged for the party to start in case
we had no news by 3 o'clock. We can
go a little earlier now that we've heard
from Gibraltar
You don't mind not being on the spot,
then, when knight arrives?"
No. He practically says that he has
no news Of Eve, and hopes 1 have. There
fore, the other things which he may have
to tell me can watt
Waverley looked rather more cheerful
on hearing that Dick Knight was not to
bad hearted nor jealous fellow. but he
wanted very much to be the only man
of Importance In this affair, after Sir
Peter. He wanted, above ALL to be the
man who should find Eve Markham and
give her back to her father. II he could
do that he believed that her future would
belong to him. $,
It was precisely forty eight hours since
the party had driven away from the hotel
for an afternoon Of pleasure, leaving Eve
behind. Nothing had been heard Of her
since, save what Knight had been able
to toll Sir Peter and the vague news
which had come in from the country con-
corning a white woman who had been
, seen riding with an escort Of two men.
! Now. at 2:S0 p. m. Of this second day a
party Of four left the hotel but this time
on horseback; and Of the original eXpedi-
Sir Peter and Lord waverley.- The others
werc a guide and a Moorish policeman OF
tho town.
Z They rode through the blazing eastern
sunlight and as they reached the out
skirts Of the town they passed the old bell
dancer, sidi Mahrez He turned to look
after them, and watched them out Of sight
with a sly smile wrinkling his black face
and showing his yellow, fanglike teeth.
When he could see them no longer he be-
gan rubbing with unotuous satisfaction
belt which he wore round his waist next
to his skin. It was q peculiar belt, made
with numerous little pockets, and, most
Of those pockets were full. 1t had been
q good day for Sidi Mahrez when he had
made the acquaintance Of the noble 1tal-
ian Lady and her son who had taken the
villa on tho hill, which had been left emp
ty when tho late governor died and left
his w1dow-or, rather his chief widow
very poor. SidI Mahrez had run several
errands for the good lady and her son,
and they had paid him WE'LL but never so
well as for the last They had not given
him credit for knowing what he did, per
haps, but he was wiser than they guessed
gentleman. who spoke the languages of
the east SO we'll that he had heard of the
great reward offered by the father Of the
young English lady who had disappeared
Then the gentleman had told him that he
should receive that sum, and more, for
keeping anything that he might remem-
Der to himself. This was the day, and
this the hour, at which he was to call
at the villa on the hill to be paid. Now
he would Rave something to tell his
ployer; and the gentleman would laugh
as he had laughed, because Of that little
expedition which was riding out into the
hills.
Sidi Mahrez climbed the hill, and rang
at the gate Of the villa. AS he stood wait
ing for the gate to be opened he heard
O sound from within the high white walls
'They should be careful" he said to him
so SELF. cor there will be suspicious over here
IN this respectable quarter" But he
showed his teeth again, for Sidi Mahre7
hated white, English faces; and the sound
he had heard had been a girls voice
raised in pain fear.
ITO be continued MOnday)