The Washington times., 1903-02-01

is Chumleigh. While you are wasting
your time with me the real criminal
is making his escape"
He then related to the officer all that
had happened to him since he left the
railway station-the accident at the
bridge. the appearance of the stranger,
and the assault which had deprived him
Of consciousness.
That man must have drugged me
and changed clothes" he added. in con-
cIusIon- I knew nothing until came
to my. senses IN front of this hotel. It
will be cas-. to trace the real criminal
for he has MY passport and will prob
ably try to use it. hope you will find
him. for he has taken everything
had-clcthes, papers, and money"
1t must be admitted that DonaId's
manner and speech were against him.
The effect Of the chloroform made his
words incoherent. His face was flushed
and his hands trembIes--signs that
could be readily construed as guilt.
The officer so read them
You are a clever liar" he said but
no fairy tale of that kind can help you.
Who ever knew an American to speak
our language as GuentIy as you dog I
would stake my very head that you are
Serge Masloff. You may as well make a
clean breast of it. It will be so much
the worse for you if you try to deceive
me. The whole affair is known, and
the order for your arrest came by tele-
graph. It was a daring thing to jump
from the moving train. but you see it
has availed you nothing"
Il tell you I am innocent" cried
Donald. excitedly- II don't know any
thing about Serge MasIoff. Ny name is
Donald Chumleigh"
He persisted in speaking in spite of
the officers harsh command TO be ST
lent. and finally he was overpowered by
the gendarmes and dragged into the
street Tho officer fingered behind a
moment to carlton the buffet keeper to
say nothing Of the arrest. and then he
led the way to the police station, which
was less than block distant.
Here Donald was thrown into damp,
gloomy cell and left TO himself, with
threats Of violence If he persisted in
making an outcry. He was now seriously
alarmed He knew-as only one ac-
quainted with Russia could know-the
gravity Of his situation. He stood in the
shoes of some NIhilist who had been fee
ing from St, Petersburg after the com
mission OF crime. The real culprit
was probably safely across the frontier
by this time, and his victim had no
means Of proving his identity, since the
police were convinced Of his guilt and re-
fused to listen to his explanations. DON
aid knew that his knowledge Of the Rus
sian tongue was against him. As the Off
Ger had said, it was an unheard of thing
for an American to speak Russian flu
entity
He had friends IN St. Petersburg, it Is
true, but Donald knew only too well that
he might never have a chance Of com
municating with them or with anyone
who would believe his story.
Under the existing code Of police regu-
lauons in Russia he could be-and prob
ably would be-condemned without the
Formally Of a rial. and either executed
in the dungeons q the fortress or sent
to the mines Of Siberia for life
These reflections 10 preyed upon Don
aids mind that he felt at times as If he
would go mad. For nearly an hour he
paced his cell. striking his head more
than once against the stone walls, and
finally he lay down on the wretched bed
and fell into q troubled sleep.
When he recovered consciousness two
or three hours later his mind refused
to grasp the full meaning of his sur
roundings. He was weak and bruised.
and his wet clothes, combined with his
mental worriment, had brought on
chill and high fever
His speech was rambling and fncoher-
ent when the gendarme entered his cell
about 10 O'Clock in the morning. The
prison surgeon who accompanied the Of
fcer declared that it would be danger
Gus to move the prisoner. but his warn
ing could not be needed. as the authori-
ties at St. Petersburg-witb whom the
officer had been in communication-had
ordered Serge MasIon to be sent on by
the first train. The best that the sur
geon could do was to prescribe medi-
cine and q change of clothes. and these
orders were promptly carried out.
When the noon train left Wirbauen
for St Petersburg that day Donald
Chumleigh was among the passengers
He was in a private compartment OF the
forward coach. tossing in the deIlrium
of fever on his hard bed and muttering
broken sentences in n IanelIa ge that wa