The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1913-08-23

ed the deliberately furnished parlor of
the suit ON the sixth floor.
Had Miss Burke seen Bruce at that
moment she would have found certain
of her surmises going by the board. II
the young man had felt himself waver-
ing he had recovered. He had never
appeared to better advantage than
now. Bruce's features were composed.
indicating only a gentle inquiry N
pleasure at this unexpected meeting
again with Sir Archibald.
Good breeding" thought the Eng
lishman and thrust his big hands into
his trousers pockets. This was an an
tagonist worthy of his mettle at every
stage, even the last.
Sir Archibald had pushed Mr.. Gold
berg rather hastily aside from a table
over which the latter was bending
when Bolger's knock sounded. The
parcel, which the owner Of the pearls
had quickly started to undo, Bamford
had taken pains to conceal beneath a
few newspapers before calling out for
the newcomers to enter. Bruce's casu-
al glance, Sir Archibald now surmised,
sought to find 1t, when the young man
turned his careless eyes after a few
moments from the other.
Across the room Caglioni, seated on
the edge of a great chair. noted n
watched. Bruce's glance passed over.
then returned to him, as a connoisseur
might bestow a second look on a curl
ously alive Japanese carved figure or
animal poised somewhere about to
spring. The young man even suffered
a slightly whimsical expression to cross
his features. Caglioni could divine In
it a thought of the night before-the
plight he had beer left in.
Sir Archibald spoke: II trust we are
not mountaineering your" with sar.
donic humor.
mot at ALL" said Bruce "As l in
formed your affable commissionaire,"
indicating Bolger, II was. quite charm
ed to receive the glad tidings that one
so distinguished had again appeared in
our midst"
Bamford colored slightly. His look
began to be disagreeable. Then we
aren't interfering with any of your nu-
merous engagementsy' came from his
lips with a barely ~perceptible sneer.
There is another call, on my time"
observed Bruce gently. mo an i'm
perative one, not exactly necessary,
still, one that appeals to the inclina'
tons, you understand"
Sir Archibald drew out a big cigar.
He had been initiated into the nation
al game of poker and had had his ex-
periences, on shipboard and on the ma
five coil NTH 4hn innA0onf NJ q /, ot,vor
called "blufing." His expression of
hostility became tinctured with a small
measure of commentator. The young
man was. after all, playing his cards
with desperation, daring, rare sang
froid. The Englishman had the grace
to offer hin a cigar. Bruce refused
courteously.
Lets get down to business Mr..
Goldberg broke forth, rather explosive
ly. His feet fidgeted.
Business? 2" observed Bruce.
Eyes. This amt no social OCCASION"
viciously.
The young man allowed his gaze to
rest once more on the other. There
is a little matter of business he said,
half to himself, musingly. Thanks
so much for reminding me-"
'Little?" repeated Mr.. Goldberg. q"
don't know with i~ll-concealed fury,
that I should call it very little"
True murmured Bruce, 1T might
be deemed of some slight Importance
TO you, but to speak of it here"-dep-
recatorily. For you own sake" he
waved a hand slightly, shall we not
take it up later by ourselves? 1t would
really seem more proper, don't you
know
81 guess there's no time like the
present" blurted the other. He took
a hurried step toward the table, when
Sir Archibald put out a OBTAINING arm.
IF you please." he expostulated
All in good time, my e sir"
Bruce's glance now saw something
peeping out from beneath the white
papers-a bit of yellow, an end of the
parcel. His figure seemed to stiffen.
Sir Archibald observed the %involun-
tary movement. His thick lips relax
ed. His jaw, less firmly set, showed
evidence of returning good humor.
How much longer would the other
hold to his high handed manner?
When would he cast it aside and break
down altogether?
You were speaking" he remarked
with grim irony to Bruce. ,"of a little
matter of business with Mr.. Goldberg.
We are all acquaintance here" there
was a world of lot behind
the words, land what you have to say,
you may, with Mr.. Goldberg's permis-
sion"-that gentleman nodded over.
vigorously-'tell us ALL"
mo, no. said Bruce. recovering on
the instant his bearing; II really
shouldn't, believe me-" Caglioni's eyes
became more piercing. A deep breath
escaped him.. "Wefl. since you desire
to make a rather ~unimportant private