The Lake County times. [volume] (Hammond, Ind.) 1906-1933, 1907-10-14

The Indians face expressed lively
curiosity. The great goddess"
Yes. Kalee, you know. Did you
make Tupounee after you used your
roomal on Aaron NormanYv
Kokar gave cultural cry and
gasped. Tupounee is the sacrifice
made by the thugs after a successful
crime and roomal the handkerchief
with which they strangled their vic
TINS. All this was information culled
from Colonel Meadow Taylor's book by
the accomplished detective. We'll"
said Hurd, smoking placidly, what
nave you to say, Mr.. Hokar"
Il know nozzin," said the man sui
lenly, but in deadly fear.
yes, you do. Sit stillv' said Hurd,
with sudden sternness. IF you try to
run away I'll have you arrested. Eyes
are on you, and you can't take a step
without my knowing"
Some Of this was Greek to the In
dian, owing to his imperfect knowledge
of English, but he understood that the
law would lay hold of him if he did
not obey this sahib and so sat still. "I
know not anysing," he repeated, his
teeth chattering.
Eyes you do. You're a thug"
"Zer no thug"
81 agree with you," said Hurd. You
are the last Of the Mohicans. / want
to know why you offered Aaron Nor
man TO Bhowanee?"
Hokar made a strange sign on his
forehead at the mention of the sacred
name and muttered something-per-
haps a prayer-in his native tongue.
Then he looked up. II know nozzfn'."
Don't repeat that rubbish" said
Hurd calmly. you sold boot laces in
the shop in Gwynne street on the dav
when its master was killed, and he was
the husband Of the lady who helped
you-Mrs. Krill"
"You say dat" said Hokar stoIidly.
Yes, and can prove It, The boy
Tray-and 1 can lay my hands on him
saw you; also Bart Tawsey, the shop
man. You left handful of sugar,
though why you did so instead of eat.
Ing 1t / can't understand"
Hokar's face lighted up, and he show
ed his teeth disdainfully. "Oh, you
sahibs know nozzin'r' said he. spread
Ing out his lean hands. "Ze shops-ah.
yis. | there, yis. but use no roomal."
'Not then. but you did later"
Hokar shook his head. II use no
roomal. Eat sahib one eye-bad. yer
bad. Bhowanee no have one eye. No
Bhpgees, no Bhats, no.
What are you talking about?" said
Hurd angrily. Ills reading had not
told him that no MANNED persons could
be offered to the goddess of the thugs.
Bhungees meant sweepers. and Bhats
bards, both of which classes were
spared by the strangers. You killed
that man. Now, who told you to kill
him 2"
Il know nozzin' no kill. Bhowa-
nee no take one eye mans"
For want of an interpreter Hurd
found it difficult to carry on the con-
versation. He rose and determined
to postpone further examination till
be would get some one who understood
the Hindoo tongue. But in the mean
time Hokar might run away, and Hurd
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However, he nodded to the
man and went off. pretty sure he would
not fly at once.
Then Hurd went to the village police
Office and told bucolic constable to keep
his eye on Miss Junk's 'fureiner," as
be learned Hokar was called The
a smooth faced individual,
promised to do so after Hurd pro-
1uced his credentials, and sauntered |
toward the Red Pig at some distance
from the detectives heels. A timely !
question about the curry revealed, by |
The mouth of Miss Junk, that Hokar
was still in the kitchen. But he do |
seem alarmed like" said Matilda, lay
ng the cloth.
Let's hope he won't spoil the cur
y" remarked Hurd. Then, knowing |
Iokar was safe, he went into the bar /
70 make the acquaintance of his other |
victim.
Captain Jarvey Jessop quite an
swered to the description given by
Pash. He was large and sailorlike,
with red hair mixed with gray and a
red beard that scarcely concealed the !
scar running from temple to mouth. |
lie had drunk enough to make him |
cheerful and was quite willing to fall |
INTO conversation with Hurd, who ex-
planned himself unnecessarily. I'm a
commercial gent" said the detective,
calling for two runs, plain, land l
ike talking"
Me. too" growled the sailor grasp
ng his glass. TN here on what you'd
,all visit but go back to my home
tomorrow. Then it's no for Cailao," he
shouted in singsong voice.
Hurd knew the fierce old chanty and
sized Captain Jarvey up at once. He
vas of the buccaneer type, and there
vas little he would not do to make
money and have a roaring time. Fail-
ng Hokar, with his deadly handker-
,hief, here was the man who might
1ovn Killed Aaron NorpaoD ssrN,t,,l /