The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1912-07-19
CHAPTER M.
A Skull and a Filtration.
(Contlnueoj.

NOoutlnueoI.
steele. you don't mean this!
Good God. man" Nome had hall
risen to his feet. "You don't mean
this."
With his free hand Philip took
out his watch.
Il mean that IL you are not gone
within fifteen minutes I'll march you
over TO Breed and the colonel. tell
them the story of M'sieur Janette.
here, and hold you until we hear
from headquarters he said quickly.
which viii IL be. Nome?"
Like one stunned by a blow Nome
rose slowly TO his feet. He spoke no
word as he carefully filed his pack
with the necessities OF a long jour
ney. At the door, as he opened IL
to go, he turned for Just an instant
upon Steele, who was still holding
the revolver in his hand
Remember, Bucky." admonished
Philip In quiet voice, its all for
the good of yourself and the SER
vice"
Fear had gone from NoIhe's face.
1t was filled now with a hatred SO
intense that his teeth shone like the
fangs of a snarling animal.
To hell with you" he said. "and
TO hell with the service; but remem-
Der. Philip Steele. remember that
some day Well meet again"
Some day" laughed Philip.
"Good-by. Bucky Nome--deserter
The door closed and Nome was
gone.
Now. M'sieur Janette, it's our
turn, cried Steele, smiling compan-
ionably upon the skull and loading
his pipe. Its our turn"
He laughed aloud, and for some
time pulled out luxurious clouds of
smoke in silence.
It's the best days work I've done
In my life," he continued. with his
eyes still upon the skull. 1.-The very
best. and 1t would be complete.
NJ 'sieur IL ! could send you down to
the woman who helped to kill you. :"
He stopped, and his eyes leaped
with sudden fire. by George!" he
exclaimed, under his breath. His pipe
went out: for many minutes he stared
with set face at the skull, as IL IL had
spoken TO him and its voice had trans
fixed him where he stood. Then he
tossed his pipe upon the table. col
lected his service equipment and
strapped 1t in his pack. After that he
returned to the table and with a pad
OF paper and pencil sat down.
HIS face was strangely white as he
took the skull in his hands.
I'll do 1t, so help nhe all the gods,
I'll do It," he breathed excitedly.
nj sleur, q woman killed you--as
much as Bucky Nome, woman did Il.
You couldn't do her any good-but
you might-another I'm going to
send you to her, M'sieur You're a
terrible lesson, and may be beast:
but you're preaching a powerful ser
mon, and | guess-perhaps-yo may
do her good. I'll tell her your story,
old man, and the story OF the woman
who made you so nice and white and
clean Perhaps, she'll see the moral
M'sieur. Ell? Perhaps!"
For long time he wrote. and when
he had done he sealed the writing, put
the envelope and the skull together
In box, and tied the whole with
babiche string. On the outside he
fastened another note TO Breed, the
FACTOR, in which he explained that he
and Bucky Nome had found It neces-
sary to leave that very night for the
west. And he heavily UNDERSIGNED the
lines In which he directed the factor
to see that the box was delivered to
Mrs. Colonel Becker, and that, as he
valued the honor and the friendship Of
the service, and especially OF Philip
steele. all knowledge OF II should be
kept from the colonel himself.
II was eight o'clock when he went
out into the night with his pack upon
his back. He grunted approval when
he found It was snowinfi, for the track