The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1910-12-16
CHAPTER III.
The Shad oWs.

Orme walked north along the Lake
Shore drive. AS best he could, he
pieced together the curious adven.
lures of the day. The mystery of the
five-dollar bill and the extreme anxi-
ETY. of Poritol seemed to be compli-
Gated by the appearance of the Japa-
nese at the Pere Marquette. Orme
sought the simplest explanation. He
knew that mysterious happenings fire.
quently become clear when one def.
nitely tries to fit them into the natural
routine Of everyday life. The jap
anese, he unused, was probably some
valet out Of job. But how could he
have learned Orme's name. Possibly
he had not known it; the clerk might
have given it to him. The incident
hardly seemed worth second thought,
but he found himself persistently turn.
ing to one surmise after another con-
corning the Japanese. For Orme was
convinced that he stood on the edge of
significant situation.
Suddenly he took notice of a figure
a short distance ahead Of him. This
man-apparently very short and
stocky-was also going northward,
but he was moving along in an cratic
manner. At one moment he would
hurry his steps, at the next he would
almost stop. Evidently he was regu.
lating his pace with a purpose.
Orme let his eyes travel still farther
ahead. He observed two men actively
conversing From time to time their
discussion became so animated that
they halted for a moment and faced
each other, gesticulating rapidly.
Every time they halted, the single fig.
ure nearer to Orme slowed down his
own pace.
The oblivious couple came under a
street lamp and again turned toward
each other. Their profiles were dis.
tinct. Orme had already suspected
their identity, for both had high hats
and carried canes, and one of them
was in sack suit, while the other
wore frock coat. And now the pro
files verified the surmise. There was
no mistaking the long, tip-tilted nose
of the shorter man and the glinting
spectacles Of the other The two were
Poritol and Alcatrante
But who was the man trailing themi
A friendly guard? Or a menacing en-
envy? Orme decided to shadow the
shadow.
At corner not far from the en-
trance to Lincoln park Poritol and AL
catrante became so apparently excited
that they stood, chattering volubly for
several minutes. The shadow stopped
altogether. He folded his arms and
looked out over the lake like any cas-.
ual wanderer, but now and then he
turned his head toward the others. He
seemed to be Indifferent to what they
were saying, though he was near
enough to them to catch fragments OF
their conversation, if he so desired.
The South Americans were probably
talking in that dialect of Portuguese
which their nation has developed.
Meantime Orme also stopped, taking
up position like that of the shadow.
He saw Poritol, with outstretched,
questioning hands, his eyes fixed on
the face of Alcatrante, who seemed to
be delivering his orders. The flashing
reflections of light from the minister's
spectacles indicated his authoritative
mods of the head.
After time Alcatrante evidently
his instructions. He re-
moved his hat and bowed formally.
Little Poritpl echoed the salute and,
shot off down a side street
with ridiculously rapid movements OF
lis short legs.
When the South Americans separa
ted, the shadow quickly came to life.
He hesitated for an instant, as if in
doubt which of the two to follow, then
decided in favor of Alcatrante, who
was moving in leisurely fashion toward
he park entrance, his head bowed in
.hought. Orme found himself wonder.
ng what snaky plots were winding
through that dark mind.
The procession of three silently en-.
.ered the park The shadow was about
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)rme kept the same distance between
himself and the shadow.
The minister was in no hurry. In.
lifferent to his surroundings he made
his way. with no apparent interest in
he paths he took At last he turned
nto a dark stretch and for the mo
nent was lost to sight in the night.
Suddenly the shadow darted for
ward. Orme hurried his own pace.
md in a moment he heard the sounds
# short, sharp struggle scuffiing
Il feet in the gravel, a heavy fall
There was no cutlery.
Orme broke into a run. At point
where the path was darkest he
hecked himself for an instant A III.
lie distance ahead a man lay fat on
he ground. and bending over him was
short. stocly figure.
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