The Lake County times. [volume] (Hammond, Ind.) 1906-1933, 1907-11-08

Well, don't know much about /
Rosenheim, but I caught him talking
with Decker.
Were the stocks transferred to
Decker"
No; they stand to Rosenheim.
trustee
We'll, Wilton. they've stolen a /
march on us, but I reckon wen give
EN- a surprise before they're quite /
awake"
And" I continued coolly, "Decker's
working up deal in Crown Diamond
ard toying little with Confidence
you gave me a week to find out you
may remember"
Very good, Wilton" said the King
of the Street with grudging approval.
Wen sell old Decker quite a piece Of
Crown Diamond before he gets
through. And now is there anything
more in your packet"
It's empty" I confessed.
We'll, you may go then"
Doddridge Knapp followed me to
the door, and stood on the threshold
as walked down the hall. There was
no chance for spying or listening at
key-holes, If l were so inclined. and
it was not until I had reached the
lotion stair that I thought l heard
the sound of a closing door behind
me.
AS l stood at the entrance, almost
oblivious of the throng that was hur-
rying up and down Clay street, Porter
joined me.
Did you see him." he asked.
Him? Who?"
why, Tom TerrilI sneaked down
those stairs a little bit ago. and
thought you might have found him up
there"
Could it be possible that this man
had been with Doddridge Knapp, and
that it was his voice 1 had heard?
This in turn seemed improbable, hard
ly possible.
There he is now" whispered Por-
| ter
1 turned my eyes in the direction he
indicated, and a shock ran through
me; for my eye had met the eye Of
serpent. Yes, there again was the
cruel, keen face, and the glittering, re-
! pulsiye eye, filled with malice and
hatred, that had beheld with loath-
| ing and dread whenever it had come
in my path. With an evil glance Ter
rill turned and made of In the crowd.
Follow that man, Wainwright"
said l to the second guard, who was
close at hand. Watch him tonight
and report to me tomorrow"
I wondered what could be the mean
ing of Terrill's visit to the building.
Was it to see Doddridge Knapp and
| get his orders? Or was it to follow
up some new plan to wrest from me
the secret l was supposed to hold?
But there was no answer to these
questions, and I turned toward my
room to prepare for the excursion
that had been set for the evening.
It was with hope and fear that
took my way to the Pine Street pal
ace 1t was my fear that was realized.
ella joined Mr.. Carter and Mrs. Car
ter with Mr.. Horton followed.
Corson was waiting for us at the
City Hall. l had arranged with the
policeman that he should act as our
guide, and had given him Porter and
Farmhouse as assistants in case any
should be needed.
"a fine night for it, AOr," said Cor
son in greeting There's a little cele-
bration goin' on among the haythens
tonight. so you'll see 'em at their
best"
Looking across the dark shrubbery
of Portsmouth Square and up Wash
ington street. the eye could catch a
line of gay-colored lanterns, swaying
in the light wind. and casting mel
low glow on buildings and walks.
''Oh, isn't it sweet So charming!"
cried Mrs. Bowser, as we came into
full view of the scene and crossed the
invisible line that carries one from
modern San Francisco into the an
Client oriental city, instinct with for
eign life, that goes by the name OF
Chinatown. SCrdid and foul as it ap
pears by daylight, there was a charm
and romance to it under the lantern
lights that softened the darkness
Crowds of Chinese hurried along the
streets, loitered at corners, gathered
about points of interest, but it seemed
as though it was all one man repeated
over and over
) why, they're all alike" exclaimed
Mrs. Rowser How do they ever tel
: each other apart?'
~Oh, that's aisy enough, ma'am," re
piled Corson with a twinkle in his
eye. They tie a knot in their pig
tails. and that's they way you know
en-
Laws! you don't say!" said Mrs
Bowser. much impressed. I neve1
could tell EN- that way"
1T is a strange resemblance" sale
Mr.. Garter. Don't you find it almos
impossible to distinguish between
them?"
ITO tell you the truth. sor, no." sait
Corson. It's trick of the eye will