Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-05-02

his fingers. Sir Archibald stood like
a statue Of strength; endured and
waited, with a strong mans patience
What mattered a little comedy. more
or less, before the tragedy? He felt
himself master
"Protection?" observed Bruce, In
the same frivolous tones, with faultless
Teutonic accent, extracting as he spoke,
from the case a cigarette. which, how
ever, he did not light. "A ridiculous
archaic, Chinese kind of great wall ?
Perhaps! Still, one that exists to eX-
act toll from the merchandise laden
camels and mules that stop at its
gates-or from some Of them-for there
are those that slip through! One
might not stick at a small evasion.
But when it reaches a figure Of say,
one hundred and twenty-five thousand
dollars in a single year! You will ac-
cept my resignation. will you not?
Yes? read it in your face. And
now"
He did not finish the sentence. The
ironical look faded; the smile return
ed, became apologize.
1T Is really too bad to talk business
on such a day!" broke from him now
In English. "All sunshine without!
Would it not be more fitting to speak
of lighter matters-music, for In
stance?" as, again, the faint sound of
womans high tones was heard.
"Amico-amore-W a beautiful
phrase!"
Mr. Goldberg said not word. Gag
lioni leaned forward as If he OWNED
the quarry had somehow drawn back
a little too far from them; he even
cast a quick, family apprehensive look
at Sir Archibald. The Englishman's
poise was that Of a Colossus; his pow
erful face wore a derisive look; as he
grasped the back Of a chair, the big
veins stood out upon his hand. He
was a study of vigor, of resistless,
puissant purpose. Beside him, Bruce
looked slender, slight.
"Farceur!" Sir Archibald's lips
breathed contemptuously; his heavy
shoulders were expressive of positive
ness; brute hostility. His eyes shone
with that deadly look the hunted ami
NAL in the wilds must have seen in
them, when the Englishman, with ir-
revocable intent, glanced over the
brown, shining tube Of his rifle. Be-
tween him and Bruce was ever the
suggestion of another presence, exist
ing there, only in the mind, yet as
tangible as If 1t stood there in the
flesh.
A girls figure; the blue of her eyes;
the raven blackness Of her hair! Sir
Archibald regarded Bruce; Mr. Gold
berg; all evidence of Zest had unac-
countably departed from the latter.
Sir, Archibald frowned deeply. With a
brusk gesture, he whipped the news
papers from the parcel and brought
down a heavy fist on the edge of the
table.
"Mr Goldberg can't compromise In
this case now." he added resiliently.
IT'S too late. Hocuspocus with him
won't do. There's more than the
pearls, in clearing this affair up; Mr..
page stays back OF it." He indicated
with his drawn brows the detective,
Bolger. "And it's going to be settled
here-now!"
Bruce had the courage not to vince;
he may have paled, but his face had
half-turned from the speaker. To-
ward the door?
Mr.. Bolger stepped to 1t; the sharp
metallic click Of key followed.
Bruce's hand rested against a bit OF
drapery, as If to derive little needed
support from it, His gaze turned to
Goldberg, but that person looked down.
AT a loss? Weighing the pros and
cons? One of Sir Archibald's hands
was in a side pocket; the young man
fnstinctively knew what his hngers
erasped and held in readiness there.
Caglioni's lips protruded; the yellow
teeth were in evidence.
Bruce, though so outnumbered, drew
himself up straight. Sir Archibald
saw no signs Of hinching now; even at
the moment when the knife, poised
over Bruce, seemed about to fall, the
young mans eyes continued to rest on
the parcel. With forced surprise?
Casual wonder? OF course!
Sir Archibalds thick lips INDUCED
in a sound like a laugh; the secretary
inhaled his breath after the Missing
fashion of little Nippon. Bolger's mn
gers sought his hip pocket. He drew
nearer, watchful, ready for the climax
One could not tell, in cases of this
kind, what a person, desperate, driven
into q corner might do, or at least
might attempt to do
Il really beg your pardon, said
Bruce curtly: but think that is my
parcel"
1T is a parcel you sent" correct
ed Sir Archibald.
ITO he called for at the express
Office" went on the young man, with
sharp accents: "but not by you"
No? You did not expect that, did
you? However, not only have we call
ed for it," observed Sir Archibald
calmly, but we are going so FAR to-
ward taking the law into our own
hands, as to open it."
Il forbid you," said Bruce trenchant-
ly, with flashing eyes. You have abb
solutely no right; a purloined par
Gel"
"'Purloined?" exclaimed the Eng
lishman, and tore contemptuously'
roughly, at the fastenings. His strong
hands soon broke them, cast the twine
aside and ripped open the heavy pa
per.
Bruce stepped quickly forward, with
menacing gesture, but Bolger stopped
him mo, you DON'T" said that per-
son, and something cleaning in his
hand, emphasized his words.
Sir Archibald unfolded the garments
that were revealed and shook them
savagely. An expression of surprise
came to his face. He shook them