Greene County herald. (Leakesville, Miss.) 1898-current, 1912-05-24
] THE TREASURE
y Of White Greek
By MAX PEMBERTON
(Copyright, by W. g. Chapman.)

| the next day concerning White Creek
treasure, said Good night" to her.
She gave me a glance which was
more enhancing than any word; and
although she had the habit of look
ing at man as though she were dy-
ing for love of him, / carried it away
with me foolishly into the street, when
| the dawn had broken with summer
haze, and an exalting sweetness was
| in the air.
At Lancaster Gate paused a mo-
ment, leaning upon the iron rail of the
drive to look back at the London
veldt fresh to luxuriance in the dew
showers which gave many colors in
the play of sunlight. The scene was
fresh enough, beautiful as many of
the city's scenes are beautiful, but
/ had scarce time to enjoy when / saw
the Oxford youth who had last danced
with Margaret Klein coming striding
over the grass.
i've had a sharp run to catch you,"
said he, "for this Internal dancing
takes 1t out Of you when you're not
used to it. l wanted word with you
| particularly before this thing goes
any further Do you know anything
of these people?"
why" said /, 81 might ask you that
question, since you made yourself so
much at home there; don't you know
| them?"
mo, I'm hanged if I do said he;
''but, if I'm not mistaken, shall be on
very good terms with them before the
seasons out. You haven't sold them
any jewels, have your"
This was such an extraordinary
question that l turned upon him with
an angry reply upon my lips; but the
word changed to one of amazement
when I saw his face closely in the full
sunlight It was no longer the face
of an Oxford boy, but of man of my
own age at the least.
'Whewi" I remarked, as / looked
full at him, you've made rather a
quick change, haven't your"
tits the running" he replied, mop
ping himself with a handkerchief, and
washed board, we're in for an
other six hours stew, and my phiz is
plastic-Pd better be moving on, lest
meet any of my partners; I might
break some hearts, you know; but
what I wanted to say, was, Don't go
making fool of yourself, Mr.. Sutton,
over that little witch with the black
eyes, and don't, If you love your life,
put yourself for moment in the pow
er of her long-tongued father"
This utterly surprising rejoinder
was given without a suspicion of con-
have resented 1t as an impertinence,
and dishonorable SANDER upon one
whose hospitality we had just en-
joyed; but had not been dealer
in jewels for ten years without learn
ing to recognize instantly the "pro-
fessional' tongue; and l knew that I
was talking to a man from Scotland
Yard.
"Are you sure that you are making
no mistaken" I asked, as he buttoned
up his coat and looked about for a
hanson. "You gentlemen have been
wofully out lately; can't forget that
one of you cautioned me against
Count Hevilick three months ago, and
If I'd listened to him I should be
worth five thousand less than [ am at
this moment. If this man is what you
think, he's managed to blind a good
many big people-and his own embas-
sy into the bargain"
He thought for some minutes before
he answered me, standing with his
hands in his pockets and his cigar
pointing upwards from the extreme
corner of his mouth.
WELL" he said, exhaling tremendous
clouds of smoke, what l know I
know; and what I don't know my wits
will find out for me. gave you the
tip because you've done me-though
you don't know tia good many SER
vices; but whether you take it or
leave it, that's your look out. Only,
and this is my last word, don't come
complaining to me If the witch walks
off with your goods-and don't write
to the Times II her father cracks your
skull"
He had turned on his heel before /
could utter another word; and he left
me to walk slowly and thoughtfully
to Bayswater, divided in my musings
between the vision of the Gillian girls
beauty and the jewels of mine which
she wore: but for which her father
had not paid.
I went home in this mood, but not
to sleep. A feverish dreaming chief
ly OF seductive girl with black-brown
wavy hair and black eyes that
searched and fascinated with an in
applicable spell-served me for rest;
and at IL o'clock / was at my Office,
and the Gillian was with me. He was
man OF fine presence, a long black
beard falling upon his ample chest,
and certain refinement of carriage
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