The Detroit times., 1910-01-05

a day or two. But in order to save
time. Hume. be good enough to tell
me your first lie at once?"'
And II | refuse to speak tonight?"
You will sleep poorly, I'm afraid,
my friend But come. be reasonable.
You pleaded for a nights reflection.
offer it to YOU"
But with sure prospect OF tor
ture on the morrow"
Unless you speak the truth to-
night"
Then I shalt" cried with shud.
der. Better death than tortured"
ywell?"
"The jewels are in Sir VIM. Dag
mars house. You will"
You lie," he interjected sharply
II drugged and searched you the night
that you returned from robbing me-
Marion lie Mar has them, Sir
Charles. l gave them to her when we
left the house that morning"
"What?" he shouted. WHAT
ut Is true" | answered glibly. Il
gave them to her wrapped up In a
small sealed parcel. which | asked her
TO keep for me in her box until we had
returned. II occurred to me that you
or someone might take a notion 10
search my room while l was away,
but I felt pretty sure you'd never
dream Of searching Marion's box
1t were as well for me perhaps 10
straight away explain the monstrous
falsehood His natural course would
be to at once demand from Marion the
packet which / declared that | had
given her. AS had given her nothing.
she would truthfully repudiate his
claim. But Sir Chas. venner's want
OF respect for women would immedi-
ately induce him to doubt the hon
esty of Marion's denial. | hoped that
at last, in order TO satisfy himself
whether Marion or | spoke true, he
would confront me with the beautiful
woman for love OF whom I had to die.
felt that | would be content to per-
ish. given In exchange one opportun-
ity TO hurl at her my hate. AS deep
and tender as had been my love, SO
bitter and so ardent was my hate.
Sir Charles eyed me for moment
in thoughtful silence. Then very SLOW
ly he nodded his head.
did you tell her what It was you
gave herr" he demanded.
NO"
Next moment the cellar was In dark
ness. and heard the Negroes stumble
out and bolt the door behind them.
I'll not relate the anguish endured
that night, beyond to say II made an
old man of me-in mind II not In body.
I did not sleep. None came near me
until the Negro, Beaudant, brought a
candle with some breakfast.
Twill he really kill me. do you
think?" I asked.
The Negro pursued out his thick.
black lips. 81 feel sure OF it." he NUT
tered "As soon az once the jewels
that he seeks are in his hands, you'll
die"
Then my hours are numbered |
said 'gloomily. "for that will be to-
day"
Jussieu was the next to visit me,
bearing on tray my midday meal.
Seven hours later Sir Charles entered
my prison cellar with his ebony at
tendants. who bore between them a
small table spread with lamps, and
one or two strange. ugly-looking i'm
plements. Bidding Beudant shut the
door. he turned to me and said:
Hume. after all you lied TO me-"
what" cried, as II dumbfounded.
Then quickly recovering my counte-
nance. exclaimed: "Oh, yes. yes. You
have discovered IL. Yes. yes. lied
TO YOU. The Jewels are really hidden
behind the second volume of Bruton's
Anatomy OF Melancholy In the book
shelf on the eastern wall OF Sir Will
liam Dagmar's library"
Sir Charles favored me with black
frown. "You are such an accomplish
ed LIAR" he said. coldly. that can no
longer rely upon your unsupported
word"
what would you do?" | cried.
Persuade you to be honest with q
foretaste OF damnation!
AT that I felt my blood run cold
within me.
You monster" gasped. You
would really torture mel"
81. shall" ne retorted. "Jussieu. will
you please TO operate"
Certainly. monsieur" replied the
brutal black. In another moment