The Washington times., 1911-12-27
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went to search the house beyond for
means of exit. There remained to him
the roof-that blessed world of roofs
thing new to his western ideas, but
one that had already served him twice
that night. 1t seemed to be the only
thing that offered now.
He picked up the heavy lamp from
the table and began to explore.
The first room he entered had but one
other door, and that led him back to
the upper gallery and the steps which
other small. closet-like room, but 1t
had no exit.
He came back to the main apart
ment with a new consciousness OF the
uncertainty of the East. In this house,
Just where he needed II, there was no
stairway leading roofward: or, IL there
was, he could not find 1t. He was in a
trap.
was open: the knotted sheet dangled
from 1t just as he had arranged It. That
was the only thing left now.
He had balked at 1t Before. because
speed was imperative, and he could not
trust overmuch to his right arm. But,
with more time to adjust things. per-
haps he could risk It A leg twisted in
the linen would no doubt insure his
that was difficult.
He transferred the revolver to the
inner pocket Of his waistcoat, 40 that
there would be no danger Of its being
Sitting on the sill, he took turn Of the
sheet around his right leg, and, lying
on his stomach, he let himself down
with his left hand. The next instant
he was free and began to slide earth
, ward.
The end of his improvised escape
brought him to within six feet Of the
ground. He was swaying there. bal
| ancing himself SO that he would alight
squarely on his feet, when something
happened.
He felt hand grasp his ankle. end
he was jerked to the ground with such I;l
knocked from his body. II. was like
being stopped by a flying tackle. AS his
scattered wits sauntered back to their
proper place. he thought for moment
again. aga " And, as the ordinary reaction
| in that case. he lay quiet.
Monsieur" said the voice of the wall
eyed man. this time I think have
While Burroughs lay half stunned. his
captor pulled his arms behind his back
and bound them securely with turban.
| Then, showing the cold :nuzzle Of rfs-
t9l to. intoNthe Americans face he ordered:
Burroughs rose. He was still too
dazed to do more than half take in the
situation. He had a vague idea that he
| ought to try. to kick the man. but the
that that would be a doubtful expedient.
did you think that Selim and ] were
both fools enough to leave at the same
timer" asked Savary.
thought. He was occupied in collecting
| sufficient wits to think anything. Eut
he knew enough to obey when the
Frenchman motioned him forward.
through a gate in the garden wall, and
then to the street door. where he took
out key to the very lock which had
barred the Americans ent. A little
later the latter found himself in the
dark passage. treading the tiles to the
upward mounting stairs and the room
with the lighted lamp.
Savary took him by the shoulders and
pushed him roughly into chair. with
his back to the wall. Then he himself
| sat down on the opposite side of tho
| room, holding the cooked revolver really
in his hand. For several seconds there
! was silence as the two men regaineo
their breath, each eyeing the other. and
the Frenchman grinning exultantly.
"Well," said Burroughs sharply, as
soon as he got hold Of himself. haven't
we had enough Of this foolishness?"
| Savary's eye rolled humorously.
| You are going to see," he said, land
you will sit quite still while talk.
| will take no more chances with you
| There will be no more tricks, with over.
turned tables. II you move an eyelid
way, but first want to give the idea
time to sink into your head. 1t is q
pleasant thing to runnnate upon, YOU
| will know how q man feels who has q
| knife stuck In his throat"
| Burroughs made no reply.
Also" went on the Frenchmar
pleased with his badinage; also l should
like to ask you again where are the
leeters7 What have you done with
were the thief?'' He leered satanically
at the young man. 1t was as II he
were seeking to bait the captive tc
| resistance.
He succeeded. for at this juncture Mr.
aware Of it.. but the vocabulary of the
average cultivated collegian Is not with
out liberal supply of profane epithets
and intensitives. Burroughs, eXasperated
Frenchman what he thought of him 'r
those unmistakable English words which
are the ones first acquired by q for.
eigner.
told you dozen times that I know
| artist.
Savary's eye rolled in a way that gave
him a jocular air. But his voice Doomed
out tremendously as he went on with
his accusation.
You do not know where the letter.
are? No, l suppose not. And perhaps
you are also innocent Of sticking
knife into Bompard. I was not ther'
to see you, of course. But, unfortun
| ately, there are things ] have seen ant
felt You gave me a stn neck; yol
killed Dupre, whatever Simone ma!
say: you have got round the woman 81
that she plays fast and loose with he
| old friends to save you"
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