The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1903-08-25
CHAPTER vIIl.-coNTlkuED.

CHATTER VIll.--coNTiNuED.
YOU'RE rood pluclty one" said the
INSPECTOR. ''Now, what abour THIS az
fairy Bss
.'1s the old man dead" u /
He shot himself" ss5
& Give clenched his hands,
IA le" he cried. Juan Gaskara was
murdered I know tho man VINO killed
him. AZ.
58"What2" gnsped the doctor.
The INSPECTOR winked and bent for.
ward. He whispered with the medico
for a moment. and then the nledico
nodded.
sa'"'who was tho man, then. Mr. Dray-
II don't know his namo. He Is de-
scribed as the Honourable. could
Identify him anywhere. He shot at me
when I was trying to rescue the old man.
Fills aocotnplices wero Swayne. Lake.
Guerin and VANDERBILT
who's that 7-the last ono7'"' 3'
''vanderet-TT VANDERBILT"
What did tell YOU, dootor1'' said
tho Inspector, In an undertono. TITS no
use bothering. VANDERBILT 10 a gent with
plenty Of mon ey, and Is highly respected.
The moor chnp han boon knocked about
7'i'Yesi that's IT. TO viii b better
later on,
b They lett tho room. Give began to
recall tho past Gnskarn was dead. He
had died death Of violence-such
death as he had dealt out to many. It
was retributlon long delayed. There
would DO an inquest a nlnc-days' scnsn-
ton, and all would be forgotten.
e Clivo was nr-headcd, They would
not credit his evidence, It was certain
The tale was too wildly impossible. They
assumed that tho old man had attacked
the constable. and then blown Out. his
brains rather than DO captured,
& eHe's dead" thought Give. With I.
SILVER, s'"Thosc fends will runs for 1t,
ana Gnylsnra deserved It all. Why should
I speak7'' Is.
Give looked round for his clothes. They
were on chair. Flo got out Of bed and
began to dress. It was a long operation,
for he was very shnky Once he sat
down to rest. Was he doing right ~
permitting Juan Gaskara's murderers to
escape7 Surely, II ever a man ooserveu
a swift, violent death, It was the pirate:
And vengeance came fifty from the hand
Of the grandson OF one Of his victims.
3S1'T hope the last chapter Of this vile
story Of blood and crime Is written,
muttered Give ~ won't run away. Il
tho police want mo they can ma me.
Great Scott! It's rlsking maanouse 70
tell that tale III Sc'uI 49, - B&-g = +
Sleep" -, -. =
wns on the ground floor. Behind was
amol, square yard. Give raised the
window and closed It gently atter MN.
He scaled the low wall and turned alons
n passage. Two minutes later ne was IN
q crowded street. -,
did not seem to belong to him, and they
wanted to make Journeys on their own
account. His head buzzed. The horror
Of the night had not lifted Its shadow.
TIe could see the dent hacked IN Juan
Gaskara's door. see the blood stalnea.
whirling sword hear the pnaatom
shrieks and the sullen. splashing OF
nhantom corpses. : It had only been q
nigttmare. an evil dream but 1t was
hideously vivid.
Nt.I ought to see Doctor" he thought:
"Nry nerves are going. Poor feeding ana
too much work, expect. Wonder II
any human being ever had such piooo-
curdling experience? must let IT drop.
r. i began to spin that yarn in court
~ law. to the asylum should go In two
shakes OF a lambs tall Poor old Gas
kara!" ~,
smoky. unhealthy trees were scattered
about with seats under them GLAD 20
rest his limbs, he sat down. suddehly
he recollected tho parchment BLACK Juan Juan
had given him. It was in his breast
pocket.
Give took It out and unrolled 1t.
"Great goodness!" he gasped IN won,
der. whats this picture gallery all
about?"
The roll Of parchment was about n NM
inches square, 1t bore signs OF age. Inc
corners were stained and the EDGES rag
ged, Give examined It IN puzzled
amaze.
"a hoax" he said; tive good mind
to I,tch the thing away"
There was every reason for astonish-
ment and doubt. The parchment looked
meaningless and absurd. 1t was covered
with drawings in pale. faded Ink They
we're ceverly executed. Fle turned 1t
over. On the back was "rltteh'
Peril Island,
March .. 1926,
7. Gaskara.
Give spread the parchment out upon
his knee It was a waste OF tirne 20 e*-
anime the Wild medley Of mystery there.
Moro than half the parchment was
blank. He put 1t into his pocket and
buttoned up his coat. Whether 1t re-
yealed the secret Of buried treasure or
whether it was a madman's whim there
would he pleasure In attempting to de-
cipher It, Give was fond Of cryptic
grams. Battling though It looked, 1t
could not be difficult a hali-educated
seaman like Juan Gaskarn could hardly
invent n cipher or series OF ciphers that
a man of brains could not discover by
# was raining again miserably, Give
rose and walked on. With head bent
and hands deep deep in his pockets he began
~ CROSS tha wharf. Then he looked up |
and turned white as death Itself
Tho black river lay at his 1eet' put
where was the barge! :,
"Gone," said Give hoarsely' goneH
and shook LIVE q, leaf. The flends had |
carried out their threat and sent tho
boat adrift, Where was Manly? Where
,,,os, 49, no,,ra2 y Where was his triumph |