The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1909-01-08


lily. 81 drugged and searched you
the night that you returned from
Irobbing me-"
Marion L Mar has them, Sir
Charles. 1 gave them to her
when we left the house last morn
ing"
"What?" he shouted. "What?'
at is true" / answered glibly.
81 gave them to her wrapped up
in a small sealed parcel, which
asked her to keep for me in her
Ibox until we had returned. 1t oc-
CURED to me that you or someone
might take a notion to search my
room while l was away, but l felt
pretty sure you'd never dream OF
searching Marion's box"
| 1T were as we'll for me perhaps
Ito straight away explain the mon
Isrous falsehood. His natural
course would be to at once de-
mand from Marion the packet
which l declared that l had given
her. AS l had given her nothing
fshe would truthfully repudiate
his claim. But Sir Charles Ven
[ner's want of respect for woman
would Immediately induce him to
doubt the honesty of Marion's de-
NAL. 1 hoped that at last, in
order to satisfy himself whether
Marion or l spoke true, he would
confront me with the beautiful
woman for love of whom I had to
die. felt that l would be content
to perish, given in exchange one
opportunity to hurl at her my
hate. AS deep and tender as had
been my love, so bitter and so ar
dent was my hate!
Sir Charles eyed me for mo-
ment in thoughtful silence. Then
very slowly. he nodded his head,
"Did you tell her what it was
you gave herr" he demanded.
"No."
/ Next moment the cellar was in
darkness and l heard the negroes
stumble out and bolt the door be-
hind them.
! I'll not relate the anguish I en-
dured that night, beyond to say II
made an old man of me-in mind
'|if not in body. I did not sleep
None came near me until the ne
gro. Beudant, brought a candle
with some breakfast.
/ "Wi1l he really kill me, do you
Think" 1 asked.
The negro pursed out his thick
tLI.a1r H., tT fool c,trn Of II ~ he
mutterer. GAS soon as once the
/ Jewels that. he seeks are in his
Hands, you'll die"
"Then my hours are number
ed" I said gloomily, "for that
will be today"
Jussieu was the next to visit me
bearing on a tray my midday
lmeal. Seven hours later Sir
\ Charles entered my prison cellar
with his ebony attendants, who
bore between them small table
spread with lamps, and one or two
strange, ugly-looking Implements
Bidding Beudant shut the door,
The turned to me and said:
"Hume, after all you lied to
incl"
"What!" 1 cried, as II dumb
founded. Then quickly recovering
my countenance, I exclaimed
ifOh, yes, yes. You have discov-
l6red it. Yes, yes, lied to you
tThe Jewels are really hidden be-
hind the second volume of Bru-
Hons Anatomy of Melancholy in
1.-THE bookshelf on the eastern wall
of Sir William Dagmar's library.
Sir Charles favored me with a
BLACK frown. ''You are such an
accomplished liar!" he said, cold
lily, "that I can no longer rely upon
your unsupported word"
HWhat would you do?" cried
Persuade you to be honest
with foretaste of damnation!
| At that I felt my blood run
icold within me.
"You monster!" gasped. "You
would really torture me?"
ST SHALL" he retorted. sJussieu,
will you please to operate"
"But certainly, monsieur" re-
piled the brutal black. In al
other moment my left hand was
encased in curious steel glove
which held the fingSrs widely
separated in rigid iron stalls.
i ITO be Continued.3
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