Charlevoix county herald. (East Jordan, Mich.) 189?-1953, 1915-07-17
BY Howard p. Hockey
Copyright 1919 Howard p. Rookie,

cred, and now Adele rushed out ex-
citedly to tell them Grace was not in
her room.
Darlington had just returned from
the garage, reporting that Kandwahr
was gone, and with one accord the
men rushed out into the roadway.
There was no sound to break the still
ness of the night, and the little group
were growing more and more alarmed
at every step. There was nothing to
reward their search and their anxiety
increased, as their endeavors failed
to explain the shot they had heard,
and the absence of the three for
whose safety they feared.
Suddenly Cornish and Sir Harry
heard call from the trees ahead, and
Maybrooke's voice shouted to them.
Hurrying in the direction from which
his cry came, they arrived at the little
clearing to discover Marston and the
physician bending over Kandwahr.
What has happened?" Sir Harry
asked excitedly. us he -"
Dead" announced the doctor look
ing up from a hasty examination.
apparently Kandwahr fired the
shot," Cornish said, pointing to the
revolver still tightly clutched in the
Indians lifeless hand. "He tried to
ward off the attack, but his enemy was
too quick for him." He shuddered as
he looked at the stilleto and the rapid
ly growing spot of red on Kandwahr's
shirt.
There has been a struggle here,
too," Farndale said, looking about at
the ground. Look, Dicky! The foot
print you and Adele saw down by the
gatew
Darlington confirmed it in an in
slant. "The same," he said. and
look at the knife. There is that in
fernal monogram again."
whats this ?" Marston demanded,
as he picked up crumpled envelope.
1t was the one Harcourt had picked
up and slipped into his pocket, only
to lose when he had been set upon by
his captors.
By the light of an electric lamp, the
little group opened the letter.
Its Kandwahr's confession" Sir
Harry exclaimed. "The confession he
offered to write if we would send him
away in safety"
"But where the devil are Grace and
Harcourt ?" Cornish said impatient
ly. "You don't suppose Harcourt did
this to obtain this confession, do you ?"
Nonsense" said Marston. "a man
doesn't commit murder for letter
and then leave it lying on the ground.
Besides, he would have had this to an
swer for in any event. Harcourt is
no murderer. This Internal sign, and
the bare footprint, will tell the story
if MacBee can read their meaning"
The thought of the detective sent
a thrill through them all. This time
he had been caught mapping in spite
of his skill and energy. Yet they
wished he were within reach to aid
them now.
Suddenly they heard someone COM
ing through the underbrush, and a
moment later Grace ran up, crying
Historically and throwing herself into
her fathers arms. For several mo-
ments her sobs shook her body and
she could not speak. Then, in answer
to their eager questioning, she con-
trolled herself with a great effort, and
told what she had seen.
'They have carried off Jackw she
said breathlessly. 81 left the house
to meet Bajhab. He wished to warn
me of danger, but he was too late"
"The Sepoy?" Cornish asked.
"My servant" Marston explained.
3 81 did not see-this," Grace went
on, pointing to the body" but heard
the shots. Then Bajhab and | crept
forward and saw Jack bending over
the body. Before we could reach his
side three men broke into the clearing
and carried Jack away. Bajhab is
following them"
"Do you know which way they
went ?" Marston asked quickly.
Grace nodded. Come" she said.
| will lead you"
Without another word the little
party hurried off across the fields and
into the hills beyond.
Just around a turn in the rough
road, Cornish, who YVES in the lead,
stopped with a sudden exclamation of
horror. The others crowded about
him quickly, and there in the road
ahead they saw a dark figure. 1t
was Bajhab, and upon his forehead
had been branded the mysterious mon
ogram. 1t took DIR. Maybrooke but
to discover there was moth