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

cursion against his defenses was in
progress-Caglioni's.
Here was a foeman, willy, subtle.
with many expedients at his finger
tips that he had learned long ago in
that region where the Golden river
enters the plain under the title of the
Sorrow of Han. But Bruce had beat
en- him then-ah. yes, he had beaten
him then, he could repeat to himself,
with eyes brightly cleaning. this vel
low wolf in sleeps clothing.
Abruptly the taxi stopped at his des-
tination, the express Office. Swiftly
he sprang out only to learn he was
too late. A man had already called for
the parcel, observed the clerk in some
surprise, consulting one of his books.
The clerk remembered well the parcel
referred to, for IL was among those
that had just come in from the sta
ton; 1t bore a name in English and
also several peculiar marks, outlandish
eastern characters of some kind. His
recollections were the more distinct in
the matter on account Of those odd
tracings in ink.
Bruce felt the eyes of James, the
valet, now waiting without. fixed upon
him as he pursued these inquiries.
This person who called for the par
eel, what was he like? Did you hap
pen to notice?'
The nan had noticed. After a mo-
ment's hesitation he described Caglioni.
The name of him to whom the parcel
had been directed was Chinese. Sir
Archibald's secretary had a fugitive
oriental look about the eyes. He ap-
peared of high class. a mandarin may
be. thought the clerk. who had vague
ideas of far eastern p~ersonages.
Bruce turned. Not a movement on
his part had escaped the vigilant
watcher in the taxi without. To one
observing Bruce walking put his stride
might have been construed as that Of
a light hearted, are free person. The
from his bearing that the news he had
just received had awakened his worst
fears.
Four or five blocks distant from the
express office at that moment a little
man in excellent spirits. holding close
in his arms a sealed package, dashed
in a cab down one of the principal
thoroughfares.
At the corner of Fifth avenue and
T~wenty-third street Caglioni saw a
large maroon colored car draw up and
stand waiting as near by as the regu-
lations of traffic permitted. The splen-
did equipage was covered with dust
plentifully splashed; two occupants in
the real were fairly coated.
Apparently the car had been speed
ing at a high rate over a road in places
none too good, such as those that ran
out from Comscot. generally anathema-
tiled by the automobile loving contin-
gent. The little brown man in the cab
espied almost Immediately beyond the
swirl of vehicles the maroon colored
car. He called up to his driver, fndf-
eating 1t. and waved an excited hand
toward the occupants. They, too, now
observed him and responded to the
secretary's gestures.
The cab dashed up. Caglioni got out
and stepped quickly toward the 9TH
ers.
"Eureka!' observed Sir Archibald
grimly, eying him from his seat. Il
think we may congratulate you," he
added to his companion.
Mr.. Goldberg made a gurgling sound
in his throat. 1T was all right, them
he asked TREMENDOUSLY.
"All right" answered the secretary.
barely able to conceal his satisfaction.
Then get ill.," said Sir Archibald
quietly.