The Detroit times., 1910-01-10
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my purpose by play. heavy play. SUI
fee ii 10 say that | found myself one
night in a gambling house.
Luck favored me. and ] won stead
lily. At tho end OF an hour. SO large
heap OF gold and notes had accumu
lated on .hC table before me, that II
interfercd with my elbC room. and
was obliged to stand up TO make
my gane | was In the act of stretch
ing out my hand TO place large sum,
when some inexplicable instructive
feeling compelled me to look up into
the face OF a newcomer The man was
Negro. | looked at him more close
", and then for second | was al
most stunned with surprise. He was
Jussicu. the internal Negro surgeon,
who, at the instance or his master,
Sir Chas. Vcnner, had inflicted upon
nv 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 L. The VII.
liam started back a pace and glared Mt
me, his eyes rolling in his head. tie
was attired In fashionably cut eve
ming suit. in which he tried to ape the
gentleman. For moment shook
with rage, and murderous impulse
almost overwhelmed me. Then came q
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, ! FUN
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 a backward kick and broke
through the crowd and darted after
Jussieu. He had already passed tho
door, but | caught up with him, hal
way down the stairs.
What. Monsieur Jussleu,' | snarl'
cd. "would YOU run away from an ole
friend? That is not kind In you"
You mistake, m'sieur.' he cried
That is not my name.
Perhaps not, ! muttered. 1T viii
however serve my turn. Come, mon
sieur." slipped my arm through his
and urged him down the stairs.
He was still protesting when we
reached the street. But as soon ms
the door of the gambling house had
closed behind us I cut him short.
Look here, Jussieu." | growled, u
have i'm my pocket revolver that Is
loaded In every chamber. Take me al
once to your master. Sir Chas. Venner
or by the Lord ! shall put a bullet
through vour head"
A hasty glance had shown me that
the street was deserted. ] produced
my pistol. therefore. AZ | spoke and
presented II to his breast.
The Negro started back. rolling his
ewes like maniac but he spoke no
word. He was shivering with fear
| smiled and returned the weapon to
nv pocket. Thereupon | gripDed his
arm and muttered in his ear: Pro
ceed!"
Utterlng n sort of groan he set on
slowly. quicker" ! commanded. Ho
increased his pace. smart walk
brought us quickly 20 the Rue D'Eng
helm. Turning into that street the
Negro stopped presently before the
door of a large three-storied house
whose every window was closely shut.
tered.
I'VE have arrived. monsieur" he
muttered in a hollow voice.
You have n latch key, perhaps ,?
asked.
"Yes.'
looked steadily al the house for Z
moment or two. then curtly forced him
TO give me his latch key
A moment later he was running on
I'm terror down the street.
could not. however. afford TO waste
thought on him. for ! had much TO do
without pausing an instant, | climb