The Washington times., 1911-10-30
THE TIMES DAILY SERIAL STORY
The Scarlet Scarab
BY Albert Pason Tehune ss % .n as asS.. &
Frank A Munssy Coz
Copyright. The Frank A. Munsey Coz

Yet ever that same wrath blazed up
witnln me, even as I returned the cour-
teous salutations of my fellow -conspira-
nightmare. Ugly old Billy Gregg seem
room.
Ny eyes. straying about. fell at last
side wall. That, at least, spoke of the
horrible mysteries 1 had looked forward
10, even though these courteous Neapol-
'fhs Prssentis eailed to act up to the part;
SAfi SAii who are summoned are here.
, SIR he reported, "Shall we begin?'.
contrasting the ieisureiy auietude of his
| manner with the life or death" mes
sage he had sent me by Rescio.
GOING into T Ssas not wSste % gour thine By
IT is as I sent word to YOU. most
cellensy will. Of course. ST in judg-
I nodded. 1t was not, then, what I
business might follow.
At a word from the count a great
set against the wall. near the start of
the upward incline. To this Sebaste
escorted me. Billy, cheerfully ignorant
OF precedent and mindful only of my
taking up his place at my right.
All! 1t was good to have a clean, hon.
est american beside me in this roomful
Oh Oh. pia,ckless! ] wanted to shake hands
With W.T. him: however matters might 90,
MS presence would make 1t easier for
me.
Meanwhile the pleasant, Iow-voiced
ruptness. Silent, grave, alert. the COM
,nhs eith. divided Iyi into two groups, one at
e.tner size OF the room, leaving a
straight lane in front of me.
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far end of the cellar, thick oaken
ooor. leading; evidently. into some inner
alSoHe SoNe or cub cSubby-hole Of the place.
barred this door, and fung it, Il omen @
Then he walked back and halted beside
me.
The alcove. or room, beyond. was un-
TWn Irgn.ea Wera FROM rom, It e three men emerged
evidently porters or day laborers. They
led between them, bound at wrist and
ankle, third man.
and disheveled and torn of garb was
evidently of far different class from his
guards. He had the clean-cut. aouiline
hise taee and, and small hands and feet Of the
is seldom seen south of Rome; never
n an Italian Of lofty birth.
!, Bate Battered; dirty and generally un-
takabIs kemPt as he Vas there was an unmis-
sion of helpless fury and mortideation
could not wholly hide.
calls i hs simse man the asked Mslossss ssss'ts
Fuorimonte. He resisted arrest. That's
why his appearance-'
by this time the prisoners eyes had
dTh fiEbt and aSfusfsmed Sis ssz to the thrush Of
along the double line of people. lighted
at last on me.
At sight Of me his yellow face went
purple and he struggled fiercely to
,aea p,eak ,ih rom .he STRONG grasp Of the two
Who are your" he shrieked. What
do you call yourself? Thief! Inganna.
The man is mad" mattered to Sc
baste. ~
Possibly, sir: but none the less dan
ger1ps. l,pSs VIII you interrogate him?"
,,,od the ease! case Is familiar to you."' I re-
It. Conduct the preliminary inquiries.
sebaste bowed and turned on the
struggling prisoner who had not for an
instant ceased to hurl curses and angry
questions at me.
Silence" ordered the count. You
viii viii be heard in good time. But if you
e nsyt bus Burst fSe
tt tive ,r,nIais His ,exgiellency! That man is
felt Billy Gregg stir uneasily and
command to the guards and scarf
was slipped over the prisoners writh-
ing lips.
Brethren of the Naples branch" said
the count; addressing the curious on
lockers. I'VE are convened tonight to
try the strangest case in the annals of
our order. This man." indicating the
prisoner, calls himself the Marchese
di Fuorimonte. He is, moreover. con-
versant with the secrets of the brother
hood. He makes an insane claim that
he Is the legate for Italy, chosen last
month by the head council at Vienna
I may add that he has no proof what
So it had come at last! Here was my
long dreaded Man from Vienna" in
the flesh! In the amazed murmur that
ran through the room Billy Gregg's ir-
repressible grunt of alarm was fortu-
nately drowned.
was at at Tore del Greco. Il This H man ac-
costed me there. He said he had called
v" Was mt the a. commander @ Of the N"oEaS Naples
Chapter. and had been told had gone
to Tore del Greco. He had followed
at once, and on meeting me he put for
ward the incredible claim I have just
related.
"He told a rambling story. most evil
IDENTIFY false. l saw. that he was con-
versant Though how. l cannot imagine)
ing that the madman would blurt out
oxr secrets to any chance passerby. If
left at large. I had him captured and
brought here. and then hastily con-
vened this meeting to determine what
is best to be done with him. My per-
sonal belief Is that he Is some member
of one of the Northern, italy chapters
who has gone insane"
There was a pause. broken only by
the fierce, strangled mutterings of the
, bound and gagged Fuorimopte. Then
Ferata spoke
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