The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1906-05-13

| OF tile face. They were full Of a cold ana
deliberate cruelty, and. worse even thai,
this such n hideots knowledge OF ,,n-
/ mcntlonablo crime was thcreI Ht The lips
made one thin, wicked Curve, which
hardly varied In direction, for this man
couid not smile. ,3 ok
;. who infest the West End Of London.
bringing terror ana ruin to MI
! they meet. These people haunt the bars
ana music halls Of the ''plousure' i part
/ OF London. Ag Il
It were better for man that he\h
never been born-n thousand times Yet
!. ter--than that he should go among these
men. Black shame and horrors worse
than death they bring with both hands
to tho bitter fools who lightly meet them
unknowing what they are.
Constantine Schunbe, In tho moment
when no saw this man--knowing we'll
who and what he was-kncw the bitterest
moment OF his life.
Vast criminal that he was himself
mighty in his evil brain he was
| pure, certain Infamous wero not his
10 spat into his handkerchief with an
awful physical disgust.
3''rhs Is my friend, Nuno Wallace"
snid Llwellyn, pale and trembling.
Tho man looked kccnly to his two hosts.
Then he snt down in n chair.
We'll gentlemcn," lie said In correct
| English, but with curious lnck OF tim
bre, Of life and feeling In his voice-he
spoke as ono might think n corpse would
sreals-"I'm sorry 10 say that It's all off.
| It simply can't DO done ut my price.
Even myself. King OF the boys rs they
call me- confess myself beaten.
schunbe gave a sudden start, almost
| OF relief 1t seemed.
| Llwcllyn cleared his throat once or
! twice before no could speak When the
| words came at length there was a nausc-
| ols cngerncss in them.
|aA#"IVhy not Wallace? Surely you and
| your frlend-it must be something very
hard that you can't MANAGE
The words jostlcd each other in their
rapid utterance.
Give me n drink, Sir Robert, and I'll
tell you the reason" said the man.
Then, with an indispensable assumption
Of confidence and M identity OF interests,
which CALLED and stung the two wrctched
men TIL they could hardly lear the tor
.ture Of 1t, he began:
You see, It's like this; NO Gun general
| ~ calculate on putting a man through
1T II he's anything to do with racing on
the Turf. I've seen a mans face kicked
liver colour. and no ono knew who did
It, But this parson was a more difficult
thing altogether. Then It has been very
| much complicated by the fact OF his
| friend coming back.
The idea was to get Into the chambers
on the evening of this Spcnce's arrival
and put them both through It. In fact
we'd arranged everything fairly we'll.
But two nights ago. rs was in the
American bar, al the Horsecloth, a man
touched mo on the arm. It was Detec-
tive Inspector Melton. He knows every
thing. 'Nunc.' ne sald sit down at one
Of these little tables and have n drink.
l want to say few words to you Well,
OF course, had to. He knows every one
o: the boys. ~
vi Now, look here he said straight out
Some OF your crowd have been watch.
Ing the Rev. Basil Gortrc, OF Lincol,'s
Inn; also. you've had a man ut Chnring
cross waiting for the Continental *
! press. Now, I've nothing against you
yet out ~ Just tell you this. The peo-
Pic behind you aren't any guarantee for
you. It's not as you think. This Is q big
thing. III tell you something more. This
ar. Gortre and this Mr. Spence you're
waiting for are guarded night and day
by order of the Home Secretary. It's nm
International affair. You can no moro
ecuch them than you can touch tho Prince
Of wales. Is that cear2 II It's not. then
you'll come with mo at once on suspi
clon I can put my finger on Bunny
Watson'-he's my organizing nal ren-
tlemen-'lnsido OF an hour"
re stopped at last. taking another drink
WIN shaking hand watching tho other
Two with horribly observing eyes.
Ills cloverness had at once shown him
that he had stumbled into something far
uQnnarnIlH hon
dent OF his horrid trade. A million
pounds would not have made him touch
the business now. He had come to
say this to his employers now
The unhappy men became aware that
tho man was looking at them both with
new expression. There wns wonder
IN his cold eyes now, and sort OF fear
,,so' When Llwellyn had first sought
him with black and Infamous proposals.,
there had boon none OF this. That had
seemed ordinary enough to him; tho rca-
son he did not inquire or seek to know.
But now there was inquiry In his eyes.
Both schuabe and Llwellyn saw It.,
knew tho cause and shuddered
There was tense silence, and then
tho creature spoke again. There was a
loathsomc, confidential noto in his voice.
already paid me we'll for any littlo kind
ness | may have boon able to try to do
for you. suppose. now that tho little
job Is on ! shall not got tho rest Of
the sum agreed upon?"
Schuabe. without speaking. made a sign
to Llwellyn. The big man got up, went
to n little nest OF mahogany drawers
which stood on his writing table, and
opening one OF them. took from 1t
bundle OF notes.
Hc gave them to the assassin. '"rhcrc.
Nunc, he said, mo doubt you've done
nll you could You won't find us un-
grateful. But want to ask YOU few
questions"
The man took tho notes, counted them
deliberately, and then looked up with a
CLEAN OF satisfied greed passing over his
faco---the gleam Of q palo sunbeam In
hell.
ASK anything you like, SIR" he said;
'Ill glvo you any help can"
Already there was q ring almost OF
patronage In his voice. The word help
was slightly emphasized. 1
NNhs INSPECTOR who Ia he exactly?