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consequent agitation, or overheard his
confession to Rolfe?
But he knew nothing Of it all. Adam
had shown him the best side of his
nasure-the easy-going and keen
money-making cosmopolitan whose
manner was SO gentlemanly and so
very charming. He had not seen the
other-the side which Samuel Statham
knew too well.
Adam, seated there in the big sad
die chair, in the full enjoyment of the
excellent cigar, knew that with the
exercise of little ingenuity he would
wake the first step towards the goal
he had in view. He was man who
took counsel of nobody, and even the
old hunchback Lyle, his closest friend
knew nothing Of his object in drawing
Max Barclay, until recently perfect
stranger into the fatal net spread for
him.
He smiled within himself as he
calmly contemplated his victim
through the haze of tobacco smoke.
The clock upon the mantleshelf had
struck two.
He took final drink, slipped on his
coat, and with a merry bon soir and
an injunction to make up his mind and
wire him at the earliest moment, he
shook his friends hand and went out.
Max sat alone for long time, still
smoking. In his ignorance he was re-
flecting that the business seemed q
sound one. Adam had not asked him
to put down money before full inquiry,
and had, at the same time, offered to
put up half. This latter fact, showed
that his friend had confidence in the
scheme.
And so, before he turned In that
night, he had practically made up his
mind to pay a flying visit to the Sui
tan's capital. There could be no
harm done, he urged. He had never
been in Constantinople and to go
there with resident like Adam was
in itself an opportunity not to be
missed.
Meanwhile the astute concession
hunter, as he drove to Addison Road
in a cab, was calmly plotting further
step in the direction he was slowly
but surely following. His daring and
ingenuity knew no bounds He was a
man full of energy and resource, un-
abashed undaunted, INSCRIPTIONS, and
yet to ALL even to his most intimate
friend, a perfect sphinx.
The second step in his progress he
took on the evening Of the day after.
In the afternoon, about four, a
shabbily-dressed man called upon him
at his fiat, and they remained together
for ten minutes or SO. At half-past
eight as Marion was about to enter q
bus at Oxford Circus to take her up
to Hampstead for a blow-a trip she
frequently took in the evening when
alone-she heard her name uttered
and turning, found Max's polite French
friend behind her, about to mount on
the same conveyance.
To avoid him was impossible, there
ne declaring that he was on his way
to Hampstead.
I'm going there too," she told him,
although he already knew it quite we'll
Have you seen Mr.. Barclay today?"
Not today. I have been busy in
the city, Adam explained. He glanced
at her, and could not refrain from
noting her neat appearance, dressed as
she was in a black shirt, white cotton
blouse, and black hat which suited
her beauty admirably. He knew that
she was at Cunnington's but, Of
course appeared in ignorance of the
fact. He was most kind and courteous
to her, and so well had he arranged
the meeting that she believed it to be
entirely an accident.
Presently, after they had chatted for
some time, he sighed, saying
''In few days l suppose must
leave London again"
"Oh! are you going abroad?"
"Yes, to Constantinople. live
there" he said.
'In Constantinople! How very
strange it must be to live among the
Turks!"
1t very charming life, assure
you, Miss Rolfe,' he answered The
Turk is always a gentleman, and his
country is full Of beauty and attraction
even though his capital may be muddy
under foot"
ooh, WE'LL" she said laughing, 81
don't think l should care to live there
l should be afraid of them!'
Your fears would be quite un-
grounded" he declared. "a lady can
walk unmolested in the streets of Con-
stantinople at any hour of the day or
night, which cannot be said of your
London here"
Then, after pause, he added
81 think your friend Mr.. Barclay is
coming with me-"
with you?-to Constantinople?"
she exclaimed in dismay. "When?"
in two or three days" he replied.