The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1911-06-01
LOUIS AOSE~ kAM6

name to the clerk. who looked up,
smiling.
"Mr. David AMBER" he said.
why, yes"
I'VE were expecting you, sir. You
came by the Poonah9"
Yes, but"
There's a note for you" The man
turned to a rack, sorting out a small
square envelope from others pigeon.
holed under "A"
Farrell had been advised of his COM
ing? Amber's hand trembled slightly
with eagerness and excitement as he
took the missive.
IAN Eurasian boy left It for you
half an hour ago." said the clerk.
Thank you" returned Amber, con
trolling himself sufficiently to wait
until he should be conducted to his
room before opening the note.
1t was not, he observed later, super
scribed in a feminine hand. Could 1t
be from Quain's friend L~abertouche7
Who elsef Amber lifted his
shoulders ~resignedly. 81 wish Quain
had minded his own business" he
said ungratefully; Il can AXE care of
myself. This Labertouchell proba-
bly, make life a misery for me-"
There was a quality in the note,
however, to make him forget his re-
sentiment of Quain's well-meant inter
ference.
MY Dear Sir" 1t began formally:
"Quain's letter did not reach me un-
til this afternoon; a circumstance
which I regret. Otherwise I should
be better prepared to assist you. I
have, on the other hand, set afoot
enquiries which may shortly result IN
some interesting information bearing
upon the matters which engage you.
I expect to have news of the Fs. to-
night, and shall be glad to communt-
cate it to you at once I am presum-
ing that you propose losing no time
in attending to the affair Of the gold
smith, but I take the liberty Of ad-
vising you that to attempt to find him
without proper guidance or prepare
ton would be an undertaking haz-
ardous IN the extreme. May / offer
you my services? II you decide to &C
cept them, be good enough to come
before ten tonight to the sailors lodg-
ing house known as Honest Georges
back Of the Lal bazar, and ask for
Honest George himself, ~refraining
from mentioning my name. Dress
yourself in your oldest and shabbiest
clothing; you cannot overdo this
since the neighborhood Is question
able and a well-dressed man would
Immediately become an object Of sus-
picion. Do not wear the ring; keep IL
about you, out Of sight. Should this
fail to reach you in time, try tomor-
row night between eight and ten. You
would serve us both well by burning
this Immediately. Pray believe me
yours to command in all respects"
There was no signature.
Amber frowned and whistled over
this. Undoubtedly from Laber-
touche," he considered. But why
this flavor Of intrigue? Does he
know anything more than l do? l
presume he must. It'd be a great
comfort II . Hold on. News
of the Fs.' That spells the Farrels.
How In blazes does he know anything
about the F~arrells? l told Quain
nothing. . Can It be a trap? Is
It possible that the chap who took
that photograph recognized 2"
The problem held him in perplexity
throughout the evening meal. He
turned It over this way and that with
out being able to arrive at any com
forting solution. Impulse in the end
decided him-impulse and a glance at
his watch which told him that the
time grew short. I'll 60" he de-
clared, mo matter what. It's nearly
nine, but the Lal bazar's not far"
In the face of Doggott's u~nbending
d~isapproval he left the hotel some 20
minutes later, having levied on Dog
gott's wardrobe for suitable clothing
Once away from the Great Eastern
he quietly ~insinuated himself into the
tide Of the city's night life hat tire
lessly Gibbs and flows north of Dial
housie square-the restless currents
Of native lifts that move ceaselessly II
obedience to impulses so meaningless
and strange to the Occidental under
standing. Before he realized 1t he had
left civilization behind him and was
breathing the atmosphere, heady and
weird, OF the Thousand-and-O One
Nights. The Lal bazar seethed round
him noisily, with a roaring not unlike
that of a surf in the hearing of him
who had so long lived separate from
such scenes.
At q corner where there was more
light he came upon a policeman whose
tunic. helmet, and truncheon were sc
closely patterned after those Of the
Lordon Bobby that the simple sight
Of them was calculated to revive con
idence In the security Of ones person
He inspected Amber shrewdly while
the latter was asking his way to Hon
est Georges, and in response 5erked
q white-gloved thumb down the wide
thoroughfare.
You carn't miss II, sir-s'ylors
boardin' 'ouse, all lit up and likely