Willmar tribune., 1909-03-17
"Why, no. You ask funny questions.

| tulnK or MI. DreXlau so soon killed!
like to have the pick of his rugs. 1t
make me rich.'
Prom whom did you get the rug?"
broke in Clarke.
The Armenian's eyes kindled with
suspicion. "What for you want to
know that?" he said.
We've no time to waste" said
Clarke angrily, and he held the native
with his eyes while he made some
quick passes before his face. The Ar
menian's eyes rolled and his muscles
stiffened in the first stages of hyp-
nosis. Clarke snapped his fingers and
Agnossi came out of it with a start
and look of terror.
Now" said Clarke, "tell me where
you got the rug or I'll put the spell on
you and leave you that way"
"Oh. I'll tell, I'll tell" said the
frightened Oriental. Il had it of Is
rael Fangbone in Pell street."
"A well-known fence" said Collins
IF we find you've been lying I'll
come back and look into your head and
see everything you've ever done,"
warned Clarke.
"Oh, gentlemen, tell the truth; and
listen, l did repair it. Fangbone, he
cut little piece out of it, such little
piece. l weave it in and Mr.. Drexlau
never see it at all. I think Fangbone
try to match the wool and get some
fake ones made.'
"A scheme that you doubtless sug-
gested," said Clarke. Nov, haven't
you that piece?'
"Oh, no, gentlemen. I gif you my
word of honor. Fangbone he have
it."
Then to Pell street," commanded
Clarke.
I'm afraid you'll find Fangbone a
tougher proposition than the Arme-
man," said Collins when we were once
more in the cab.
III he is strong character his
weak point is the more vulnerable" :"
replied Clarke. when l see him I
will know where to attack"
Fangbone in truth was a veritable
F'agin. He treated us with twisting,
truculent hands, which seemed to itch,
and his inky-black beard to bristle at
the gain that might be derived from
such presentable set of FOUNDERS as
he took us to be.
"Somedings can show you. shentle.
mems? Some moneys you want, may
be? hat it."
Clarke made careful survey of his
antagonist. Eyes, Fangbone, it's
money. Twenty dollars on this" and
Clarke took a diamond ring from his
finger and laid it in the moist. out
stretched palm.
Fangbone examined it critically, but
with greedy eyes. "You hat come by
1t honestly?" he asked.
"Of course. You'll be safe enough
anyway. It's easily worth two hun
dred and l may never redeem it,"
Not reteem id?" said Fangbone in
SURPRISE
mo, l wouldn't wear it again. It's
kisheff. l had it of this man Drexlau
who was killed last night, and lust
heard he had blue Bokhara rug that
was kisheff and it killed him."
You say the blue Bokhara is a
kisheff? Who dell you dat?"
"Thaida told me-"
Clarke whispered 1t impressively,
Fangbone's eyes opened in wonder.
"Thaida dell you? You know Thai.
da, an she say dere is kisheff on the
blue Bokhara?"
Eyes, Thaida says It was the blue
Bokhara that killed Drexlau. She SAYS
every thread of it is kisheff, cursed by
Adonai and haunted by the Y spirits
or the great Solomon. She says the
only way to escape a violent death is
to part with the object to the first man
you meet. If you can't sell it give it
away. We've just come from Thaida. -
A look of fear stole over Fangbone's
forbidding countenance and his eyes
wandered involuntarily toward a
drawer back Of the counter in front OF
which we were standing.
Here, dake i'd, dake i'd, uvick!" he
said, thrusting the ring at Clarke. 81
will hat nodding to do vid i'd. Thaida
she know. She is wise in de black
magic as in de white. Tank Gott ]
Wind i'd oudt in time"
As soon as we were beyond the line
of vision from the interior Clarke
stopped and accosted a typical Pel]
street hobo. Here, my man." he said
want to make half dollar? Well
wander into Fangbone's, take what.
ever he gives you, bring it to me and
YOU get your money" The hobo hur.
ried of and Clarke's scheme began to
dawn upon me. In a few minutes he
was back. Here's wat de sheeny
give me. Now, where's de mazuma %
Clarke handed him the money and
in return the man placed in Clarke's
hand a square inch Of the blue Box.
hara!
Superstition, his ruling passion, and
a powerful name in the Ghetto" quiet.
ly remarked Clarke. Nov tho solu-
tion is in our grasp"
We did not inquire whittier we we're
going as we whirled through dark, for
bidding streets, but even with my lin.
tied knowledge of the metropolis I
knew 1t was still the Ghetto.
| We stopped before one Of those old.
fashioned New York houses, once the
home of fashion and yet to be found in
the lower East side. Clarke sent up
his card and we were admitted to a
drawing room furnished in quiet
magniflcence that contrasted strangely
with the sQualor and degradation all
about.