The Forrest City times., 1913-06-27

veyed to us.
 i We're just starting in a taxicab.' came al length from O'Hara over the wire. Wen be there in less than half an hour"
 And in less than half an hour they came, an ignoble. vulgar quartette against a stately, pompous back 1 ground
 met them in the great hall. stand ing before the broad, sculptured chim. | ney piece
 The three detectives were more or less of a piece-gross, coarse, red faced men whose hands and feet seemed out of all proportion to their size, bulky as 1t was. Of the three O'Hara. possibly because of familiar ity. struck me as the least offensive But after all il was not the detectives who claimed and held my chief inter- est, but the shrunken, shadowlike creature they had in charge. whom recognized instantly as the supposed castaway the Sibylla had picked up , that warm October day somewhere x had followed through the press Of I Doyers street almost to my death. My conjecture was thus in part veri- | fled, John Soy and Peter Johnson were the same. and it only remained now to prove that the rest of my 1 guess was as we'll founded
 Stepping to the door of the recep- 1 my detention and bade my two Cath ayan visitors join the others.
 'I think, Mir. Yup," observed. that We have here the Eurasian cook of the Sable Lorcha about whom you 1 told me"
 , fancy that the merchant would at once make the Identification I desired. I 1 should have known better. In sub l tlety We are no match for the ancient race to which Yup Sing belonged. as was evidenced by the absolute impene- 1 tration of his manner, as, after gag Ing sharply at John Soy, he turned to 1 ble wall, and, in a voice without a ] shade of infection said:
 'l do not know him. have never seen him until now" | Had white man dared to make such denial, should have laughed in i his face. But the dignity of the | Oriental. the perfect aplomb of his all that could be construed as feign- ing. forbade such rejoinder: yet I 1 knew that he had lied.
 Come, gentlemen" I said, denying myself even the satisfaction of a shoulder shrug, and We shall decide whether the man upstairs is the will lain you claim he Is, or" but I was 1 in no mood to finish the sentence. The seven of us, crowding into the elevator. were lifted to the floor above, | where l preceded the others to the 1 door of what we were wont to call Camerons bedchamber. There I ! paused.
 [ Pardon me just moment" I begged. with my hand on the knob, until see whether everything is ready"
 l had Instructed Mir. Bryan to have McNish up and dressed. and 1 wished to make sure that these preparations were completed. But I was hardly prepared for the scene which greeted my entrance.
 | MCNish. clothed in the suit he had worn when found him, was in the act of closing a drawer of an old-fash- toned rosewood secretary which oc. l cupied place against the right wall beneath one of the medallioned win. dows. And the nurse was nowhere in sight
 Startled by the sound of the open. ing door the trespasser half turned his hands still on the brass drawer. handles; then. at sight of me, he wheeled completely and stood deflan, with his back to the antique desk.
 What are you doing there7" cried indignantly What were you look. ing for?"
 Even before he spoke I saw the look of cunning come into his small furtive eyes.
 T was looking for some papers of i mine, Clyde, he answered, boldly and his voice was so like Cameron's that, for just moment, a shudderine uncertainty assailed me Only the crafty leer weighed for the truth.
 Papers of yours?" I snarled, ignor ing his familiar use of my name q have the only paper you brought into this house. Donald McNlsh, and that's evidence enough to put you where you belong. Where's MT. Bryan?"
 But at that moment the nurse, ap bearing from the adjoining room. an swered for himself. and McNish, with a capitally assumed nonchalance. said smilingly.
 T didn't think you could be so-eas | fly imposed upon, Clyde. The letter to Donald McNish was given to me by l McNish himself. He wanted me tc answer it. It was his last request | He"
 Silence" I cried; and then. MT Bryan, get him into that chair before | the bureau, facing the door. These people outside must not be kept wait