The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1913-03-08

with the knowledge cleaned from Miss
Clement that Yup Sing. on occasions.
added to his regular business OF mer-
chandizing that OF an employment
agent. l saw no reason TO attach an
undue importance TO the incident
Nevertheless l relinquished none OF
my suspicious regarding Murphy. but
continued the detectives surveillance
with fresh Injunction to vigilance
And / did not apologize to Yup Sing
Miss Clement, to whom l believe
| owe my life. visited me at my request
| How l whelmed her with my gratitude
is no more material than how she en-
deayored to make light OF her service
to me. declaring that such offices were
a part Of her days work in her chosen
field. and that her days work was her
passion. And yet 1t was this part OF
our interview which gave me my
strongest insight into her exceptional
ly worthy character Absolutely un-
selfish. she joyed in a life that even a
religious fanatic might we'll have
| quailed before; finding flowers in
muck heaps and jewels amid tinsel,
In five minutes. too. l glimpsed her
abounding magnetism, the moving
| agent In that rare efficiency which was
part and parcel of her. Later. learned
| of the weight OF her influence among
the dwellers in the Chinese colony;
not from any direct narrative Of what
she had accomplished-for she was
chary OF speaking OF herself-but by
deduction, purely. Moreover, my
watch a few trinkets and little
money, taken from me that night in
Doyers street. had all been returned
through Miss Clements good Offices;
and if. thus far. she had afforded us
no real clew IN our absorbing exi-
| gency. felt that ultimately her knowl-
edge. coupled with her resourceful-
| ness. would prove to US OF unbounded
value, And. as events shaped them
| selves, l was not wrong.
1t was now nearly four weeks since
| Cameron's disappearance, and a fear
| that he had met death in some fiend-
! ish form at the hands of his abductors
| mad come to be with me very nearly
an obsession. The care l exercised in
| hiding my real state of mind from
| Evelyn could not well be exaggerated.
l was actually most despairing. With
| Miss Clement, however had no rea-
| son to dissemble. With all frankness
| | told her OF my despair; and when,
| instead OF trying TO comfort me with
| empty words of encouragem she
| agreed with me that the chances Of
our ever seeing Cameron again were
at minimum, | liked her the better
| for being straightforward
Il sometimes feel" l said to her,
making full confession, that We made
a terrible mistake in not at once noti-
! flying the authorities. Even now | am
| inclined 10 lay the matter before them.
! Anything would be better than uncer-
| tainty. A few arrests and the third
degree might work wonders"
Where would you start?" she asked
| in a blunt, logical way that reminded
me of Evelyn's faculty OF going to the
root OF things. You see, you know SO
| little. The story about the portrait
| and the mirror, the police would re-
| gard as more amusing than convinc-
ing. And besides, you haven't any
/ proof. Iup Sing, you tell me, has the
| only original letter, and by this time
| he may have lost it or have forgotten
that he ever had it. If you had seen
| as much of the Chinese as l have, you
| would appreciate how willy they are.
! My belief is that the police would con-
clude that Mr. Cameron fell overheard
| from his yacht and was drowned. In
| deed 1t would be fortunate il they did
not take the view that he jumped
overheard and committed suicide. Or.
worse still, it would not be beyond
them, Mr.. Clyde, to charge that you
pushed him over. The yellow papers
would almost certainly intimate such
a possibility" Had some one else
voiced this suggestion | should prob
ably have resented it, but l under
stood Miss Clement. She was as kind
as her eyes indicated; and that is
speaking very strongly.
Nevertheless" | said, with growing
determination, Il shall make the case
public, 1t is my duty. and l am will
| ing to run all the risks you point out
l shall start by making complaint
against Peter Johnson. Well have
him arrested, get his record, and fol-
low along that trail until We turn up
the other conspirators. If poor Cam
eron's shares fall in the market, they'll
| have to fall. If the notoriety precipi-
tates a delayed fatality OF which Cam
eron is the victim, it cannot be helped.
| simply will not longer shoulder the
responsibility of silence"
The way she had Of silent delibera-
! ton was almost masculine. l can see
her, even now, as she sat there that
afternoon. her hair the same shade
of gray as her cloth gown, her fresh,
clear complexion lined in thought,
her kindly eyes half closed. For the
better part of a minute she pondered.
Then, suddenly, her face awoke, and