Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-04-07
My in the men on the board, observ-

ed.
| 1t was a game he and his secretary
often played at night before retiring
even to the wee hours, complicated
pastimc invented by complex people
| But this evening Sir Archibald and
Caglioni-who had now slipped into q
business suit-made but a pretense OF
engaging in a battle of go" The for
mer smoked fast; his big fingers toyed
only in desultory fashion with the
small piece. They seemed very tiny,
diminutive buttons of stone, for his
large, strong hands; but he was known
] to move them with unerring, magic
precision; one or two viceroys, over
sour champagne" in a teapot, had, in
the past, confessed the Englishman's
victory.
Mr.. Wood, Caglioni shortly after
ward murmured, had left Mr.. Bruce's
room. Simpson, the hosts man,
would. doubt, soon repair thither, Sir
Archibald in low voice answered.
Meanwhile they continued to wait;
talked in suppressed tones.
The door of Caglioni's room COM
manded a view of the veranda? Yes;
then the secretary knew what he was
to do: must hold himself in readiness.
1t was really fortunate circumstances
had compelled Bruce to come here
tonight; but what did the other think
Of ha moo rlco oh
Ma fol! Mr.. Goldberg is wise,"
Caglioni laughed softly, "a veritable
Nathan of his kind! The multitude
gaze and admire. His daughter gets
duchess; he rubs his hands, and,
sapristi, takes no risk"
What do you mean?" Sir Archi-
bald looked up quickly.
That the Midas of lower Broadway
emulates the example Of the noblesse
of Park Row. or Kensington; he keeps
the priceless gems under lock and key.
and parades for the ignorant or unini-
.iated-" He finished the sentence
with a snap of the fingers.
Bamford, although not prone to out
ward signs Of emotion, started now.
He forgot the pieces on the board and
stared ahead through waves of smoke.
"Diable! You did not perceive?"
Caglionis hand waved airily.
The others face wore a strange ex-
preston. "Not-that!" he said slowly.
Then the hand over the board closed.
But why did you not tell me this be-
fore?"
When you were with Miss Goldberg?
In the automobile?" Caglioni's accents
were furtively querulous. rs it i'm
portant?"
Sir Archibald did not answer at
once. You are sure?" he said at
length.
"I?" he shrugged. with my eXpe-
rience? Who once dealt in that very
kind of merchandise? l could almost
tell from what stream in the Celestial
Kingdom those substitutes were taxi
en-"
Sir Archibald was silent. The Sec
retarN tWltcneQ neTNOuSly, lHeH Suu-
denly stiffened. THE man Simpson,"
he half whispered, his tones tense, his
eyes no longer bead-like. but glitter
ing like those of a viper HE is going
in"
He will soon come out. And then -
Caglioni glided into the room ad-
joining. Sir Archibald leaned back as
If surveying a strategic arrangement
of the bits of stone on the board.
Simpson at length came down the hall.
The Englishman closed his door lead
ing TO it, crossed to the secretary's
chamber and entered. The apartment
was vacant. Sir Archibald looked out
upon the veranda; that, too, was now
deserted. He fancied he saw some
thing dark below, gliding toward, then
into the forest, but was not sure. The
leaves. wet with rain, glistened be-
tween; the cigar went out in his hand
as his eyes continued to scrutniZe the
darkness.
(To be Continued.)