The Forrest City times., 1913-05-09

! tory evidence to the contrary, and with the knowledge gleaned from Miss Clement that Yup Sing. on occasions. added to his regular business of mer. chandiSing that of an employment agent. I saw no reason to attach an undue importance to the incident. Nevertheless l relinquished none of my suspicious regarding Murphy, but continued the deteotive's surveillance with fresh injunction to vigilance. And I did not apologize % Yup Sing.
 Miss Clement. to whcn I believe owe my life, visited me et my request. How whelmed her with my gratitude is no more material than how she en- deavored to make light of her service to me, declaring that such offices were 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 mo my strongest insight into her exceptional ly worthy character Absolutely un- selfish. she joyed in a life that even . religious fanatic might well have qusiled before; finding flowers in muck heaps and jewels amid tinsel. In five minutes. too. l glimpsed her | aboundinE magnetism, the moving agent in that rare efficiency which was part and parcel of her. Later. l 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, few trinkets and little i money. taken from me that night in Doyers street, had all been returned through Miss Clements good offices; 1 and if, thus far. she had afforded us no real clew in our absorbing exi- gency. I 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
 IL was now nearly four weeks since Camerons disappearance, and fear that he had met death in some fend- ish form at the hands of his abductors had come 10 be with ne very nearly an obsession. The care I exercised in hiding my real state of mind from Evelyn could not well be exaggerated. When l appeared to her most hopeful l was actually most despairing. With Miss Clement, however l had no req son to dissemble. With all frankness l told her of my despair, and when, instead of trying to comfort me with empty words of encouragement she agreed with me that the chances of our ever seeing Cameron again were at minimum, l liked her the better for being straightforward.
 T sometimes feel" I said to her. making full confession, that We made a terrible mistake in not at once noti- flying the authorities. Even now 1 am inclined to lay the matter before them Anything would be better than uncer- tainty. 4 few arrests and the third degree might work wonders"
 Where would you start?" she asked in 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. Yup 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 1t. 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 Mir Cameron fell overheard from his yacht and was drowned. h. deed 1t would be fortunate If they did not take the view that be jumped overheard and committed suicide. Or, worse still, 1t would not be beyond them, Mir Clyde, to charge that you pushed him over. The yellow papers would almost certainly intimate such possibility" Had some one else voiced this suggestion I should prob ably have resented it, but I under stood Miss Clement She was as kind as her eyes indicated, and that is speaking very strongly.
 Nevertheless, said, with growing determination, T shall make the case public. IL Is my duty, and am will. ing to run all the risks you point out. l shall start by making a complaint against Peter Johnson. We'll have him arrested. get his record. and fol- low along that trail until We turn up the other conspirators. If poor Cam erons shares fall in the market, they'll have to fall. If the notoriety prec,pi. tates a delayed fatality of which Cam eron Is the victim, 1t cannot be helped. simply will not longer shoulder the responsibility of silence"
 The way she had of silent delibera. tion was almost masculine. I 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 minute she pondered. Then, suddenly, her face awoke. and sha asked me.