The Spectator. (Ozark, Ark.) 1911-1916, 1915-09-03

| were to travel overland back to Lon
don. She was ready dressed to go.
kissed her, and promising to meet her
soon, we parted. That was the last
l saw of her. What happened to her
afterwards only she alone can tell u.s."
But she is not the baron's niece?"
| | said.
No. There is some mystery" de-
clared Muriel. "She holds some Sc
cret which he fears she may divulge.
But of what nature, am in ignor.
ance"
You say that your father has never
taken any active part in the rob-
berries? Where is he now?" l asked.
"Ah! she exclaimed sadly, her
face pale and haggard.
Il have heard that the vessel was
| scuttled somewhere in the Baltic"
That is true. Oberg's purpose
having been served, he demanded half
the property on board or he would
give notice to the Russian naval au-
thorities that the pirate yacht was
afioat. He attempted to blackmail my
father, as he had already done so
many times, but his scheme was frus
trated My father, because of his in
human treatment Of poor Elma, defied
him. when it appears that Oberg. who
was in Helsingfors, telegraphed to the
admiral of the Russian fleet in the Bal.
! tic. The crew from the Iris were at
once landed at Riga, and only Mackin-
! tosh and my father put to sea again.
All! my father was desperate, for he
knew the merciless character of that
man whose victim he had been for so
| long. They watched Russian cruiser
bearing down upon them, when, just
as 1t drew near. they got off in a
boat and blew up the yacht. which
sank in three minutes with it's Hob
tanned wealth on board
| And your father"
She was silent, and I saw tears
standing in her eyes.
There was a tragedy" Jack ex-
! planned in a low. hoarse voice. HE
and the captain did not. unfortunate
ly. get sufficiently far from the yacht
when they blew her up, and they went
down with her.
And l looked in silence at Muriel,
who stood with her head bent and her
white face covered with her hands.
Almost at the same moment there
was low tap at the door, and the
| servant maid announced:
| "Mr. Santini. miss"
| All" exclaimed Jack quickly. as
| Olnto entered the room. Then you
had my note! We have asked you
here to reveal to us this dastardly
plot which seemed to have been
formed against Mr.. Gregg and myself
AS you know, I've had a narrow es-
cape"
II know, signore. And the signor
commentators is also threatened"
by whom"
by those who killed my poor wife
and who intended also to silence me-"
| was his answer.
THE same who compelled you to take
me to that house where the fatal
chair was prepared. eh?"
1T was Archer, who, fearing that
you came to London in search of them
devised that devilish contrivance." he
said in his broken English. Then
continuing. he went on fiercely: Now
that l have discovered why my poor
Armda was killed, l will tell the
| truth. and not spare them. Since
| you left Scotland, signore, have been
up in Dumfries, and have discovered
I WI Lob
some reason known only TO himself.
! Leithcourt, while at Rannoch, wrote 10
both Armida and myself separately.
making an appointment to see us at
the same time at that spot on the
edge of the wood as he had some
secret commission to entrust to us.
! The letter addressed TO me apparent
ly fell into someone else's hands
| probably one of the secret agents of
Baron Oberg, who were always watch
ing Leithcourt's doings, and he. anx-
ious to learn what was intended. made
up to look like me. and kept
nasntment in my place. Armida.
SHcd the letter unknown
Scotland. and was
a. rainted time.
What - can only be
surmised. yee0 Nat Leithcourt
was in the habit ling up to that
spot and lettering there in the eve.
ming in order to meet Chatter In secret,
as the latter was In hiding in small
hotel in Dumfries. Therefore those
who formed the plot must have en-.
deavored to throw suspicion upon
Leithcourt. II is plain. however. as
both myself and Armida knew the
gang, II was to their interest to get
rid OF us. because the suspicious of
the police had at last become aroused.
Poor Armida was therefore DELHI
erately enticed there to her death.
while the inquisitive man whom the
assassin took to be myself was also
struck down"
by whom?"
Not by Chatter, for he was In Lon
don on that night"
"Then by Woodroffe!" Durnford