The searchlight., 1912-10-11
CHAPTER u.

nance, - In Cairo on q business 01p.
CHAPTER u.
An Affabis Rogue.
The carriage containing the gentle
man with the reversible cuffs drew up
at tho side entrance. Instantly the
Arab guides surged and sddied rouad
him: but their clamor broke against .
composure az effective - granite. The
roar was almost directly succeeded By
. low gurgle. ~ Of little waves reced-
ing. The proposed victim had not
spoken . word; to the Arabs It was
not necessary; In some manner, subtle
and indescribable. they recognized .
brother. He carried . long. cylindri-
cal bundle wrapped in heavy paper
variously secured by windings Of thick
twine. His regard for this bundle was
one Of tender solicitude. for he tucked
1t under his arm. cumbersome though
1t was. and waved aside the carriage
porter. who was, however. permitted
to carry in the kt-bag.
The manager appeared. When comes
he not upon the scene? His quick.
calculating eye was not wholly a.
sured. The strangers homeepun was
travelworn and time-worn, and Of q
cut popular to the season gone the
year before. No fat letter Of credit
here, was the not unreasonable conclu.
sion reached BY the manager. Still,
with that caution acquired by years
OF experience, which had eliminated
in what is known as Swiss diplomacy,
he brought into being the accustomed
salutatory smile and inquired II the
gentleman had written ahead for res
ervation. otherwise 1t would not be
possible to accommodate him.
II telegraphed," crisply.
The name, IL you please?"
"Ryanne; spelled R-y-a double-n q.
Have you ever been in County Clare?"
mo. SIR" The manager added q
question with the uplift Of his eye
brows.
Well" was the enlightening an.
swer. you pronounce 1t as they do
there"
The manager scanned the little slip
OF paper In his hand. "Ah, yes; we
have reserved q room for you, sir.
The French style rather confused me-"
This was not offered in irony, or sar-
casm, or satire; mining in a Swiss
brain for the saving grace of humor
Is about as remunerative as the ex-
traction Of gold from sea.water. New
ertheless, the Swiss has the talent of
swiftly subtracting from a confusion
OF ideas one point Of illumination:
there was a quality to the strangers
tone that decided him favorably. II
was the voice Of a man In the habit
OF being obeyed; and in these days It
was the power Of money alone that
obtained obedience to any man. Be-
yond this. the same nebulous coeita-
ton that had subdued the Arabs out
side acted likewise upon him. Here
was q brother.
"Mail?"
Il win see. SIR" The manager sum-
moned q porter. Room 20s."
The porter caught up the somewhat
collapsed kitbag. which had In all evi-
dence received some rough usage In
Its time. and reached toward the roll.
Mr.. Ryanne intsrposed.
Il will see to that. my man." terse-
ly.
"Yes. SIR"
Where is your guest-list?" de-
manded Mr.. Ryanne of the manager.
The head-porter's bureau, sir. II
will see II you have any mail" The
manager passed into his own bureau.
II was rather difficult to tell whether
this man was an American or an Eng
lishman. His accent was western. but
his manner was decidedly British. At
any rate, that tone and carriage must
be Fashioned by good English soyer. |
eisns. or for once his Judgment was
It fault
Tho porter dashed upstairs. Mr..
Ryanns. his bundle still snug under
his arm. sauntened over to the head. |
porters bureau and ran his glance up |
md down the columns Of VISITING.
,ards- Once hs nodded with approval.
md again he smiled, having discoy.
sred that which sent = ripple across
MS slesping sense Of amusement. Ma
|or Callahan. room 20s: Fortune Ched-
'oye. 2os; George p. A. Jones, 21o.
HIM! the Major smells of County
Antrim and the finest whisky In ali
he isle. Fortune Chsdsoye; that n :
pleasing name: tinkling brooks. the
waving green grasses In the mad.
'ws. the kline In the water, the neet.
ne shadows under the oaks; a pas
oral, q bucolic name. To claim For.
une for mine own: q happy thought"
As he uttered these poesy express
lions aloud. In q voice low and not un-
'ieasing. for all that II was banter.
Nc, the head-porter stared At him with
ningiing doubt and alarm; and As Il
o pronounce these emotions mutely
or the benefit Of the other. he per.
nittsd his eyes to open their widest
Tut, tut; that's al right. porter. III