The Detroit times., 1910-01-10
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my purpose by play, heavy play. Suf-
fee IL 10 say that found myself one
night In a gambling house.
Luck favored me, and ! won stead
lily. Al the end OF an hour. so large
a heap Of gold and notes had accumu-
lated on the table before me, that It
fnterfered with my elbC room, and
was Obliged TO stand up to make
my game | was In the act Of stretch
ing out my hand 10 place a large sum,
when some inexplicable instructive
feeling compelled me to look up into
the face of newcomer. The man was
a Negro. | looked at him more close
ly. and then for second | was al
most stunned with surprise. He was
Jussiet:.' the internal Negro surgeon.
who, al the instance OF his master.
Sir Chas. yenner had inflicted upon
my bound and defenseless body tor
lures which made me shudder TO re-
member. Before could collect my
scattered wits our eyes met, and the
recognition became nut i. The vii
liam started back pace and glared at
me. his eyes rolling in his head. He
was attired In fashionably cut eve
ming suit. in which he tried to ape the
gentleman For a moment | shook
with rage. and a murderous impulse
almost overwhelmed me. Then came a
wiser thought. and grew calm. | said
to myself: Since the jackal is here.
the lion cannot be far away. ] shall
make this scoundrel lead me TO his
masters lair."
Holding him with my eyes, | fum-
bled with my hands upon the table.
and began to stuff my winnings into
nv pockets. Jussieu tore his eyes
from mine and hurried towards the
door. | sent my chair crashing behind
me with backward kick and broke
through the crowd and darted after
.Jussieu. He had already passed the
door, but I caught up with MIN, nair
way down the stairs.
What, Monsieur Jussieu! | snarl-
ed. would you run away from an old
friend? That is not kind In you
"You mistake. m'sieur! he cried
That is not my name.
perhaps not | muttered III Will
however. serve my turn. Come, mon
sleur," slipped my arm through his
and urged him down the stairs.
He was still protesting when we
reached the street. But as soon as
the door of the gambling house had
closed behind us I cut him short.
Look here. Jussieu." | growled. i
haze in my pocket revolver that Is
loaded I'm every chamber. Take me AT
once 10 your master, Sir Chas. Venner,
or nv the Lord I shall put bullet
through your head!
A hasty glance had shown me that
the street was deserted. ! produced
my pistol. therefore. as ] spoke ana
presented II to his breast.
The Negro started back. rolling his
owes like a maniac. but he spoke no
word He was shivering with rear.
smiled and returned the weapon TO
nv nocket. Thereupon I gripped his
orm and muttered in his ear: Pro-
ceedl" ~
Uttering sort OF groan he set on
sIowly quicker" commanded. ne
Increased his pace. smart walk
hyoneht MS Quickly to the Rue DEng-
holm Turning into that street the
Wegro stopped presently before the
aoor of large three-storied house
whose every window was closely shut
tered , ~
1--WE have arrived, monsieur ne
muttered in a hollow voice. -.
"You have latch key. perhaps !!
I asked.
"Yes."
looked steadily at the house for a
rooment or two. then curtly forced him
10 give me his latch KEY.
moment later he was running on
A., .n~.or doUu the street.
could not. however. AFFORD to waste
Thought on him. for hsd much to do
without pausing an instant, ! climb