The Green Forest tribune., 1915-06-11

SPNSidl CeStIIlS IuDeS. 1T you Il dllOW me, I'd like to examine this cup of bouillon. You might come round, too, if you will"
 The captain nodded.
 I'd better stay here for time," he decided. I'll follow you presently"
 The service of dinner was resumed. Laura, however, sent plate after plate away. The captain watched her anx- iously
 T can't help it." she explained q don't know whether you've had any talk with MT. Quest, but we've been through some queer times lately. l guess this death business is getting on my nerves"
 The captain was startled.
 You don't for a moment connect Mrs. Foston Rowes death with the criminal you are in search of?" he exclaimed
 . Laura sat quite still for a moment.
 The bouillon was offered first to MT. Quest" she murmured
 The captain called his steward
 Where did you get the bouillon from you served-that last cup, espe- cially?" he asked.
 From the pantry just as usual, sir" the man answered. "It was all served out from the same caldron."
 Any chance of anyone getting at it?"
 Quite impossible, sir"
 In Quests stateroom the doctor, the professor, Quest and Lenora were all gathered around two little tubes, which the criminologist was examin- ing with an electric torch.
 "No reaction at all," the latter nut tered. "This isn't an ordinary poison, anyway"
 The professor, who had been stand ing on one side, suddenly gave vent to a soft exclamation.
 Wait" he whispered Wait! have an idea
 He hurried off to his stateroom The doctor was boring over volume of tabulated poisons. Quest was still watching his tubes. Lenora sat upon the couch. Suddenly the professor reappeared He was carrying small notebook in his hand, his manner be- trayed some excitement. He closed the door carefully behind him.
 q want you all," he begged, "to listen very carefully to me. You will discover the application of what l am t0 fyic hnd Now, if you please"
 This" he began, "is the diary of 8 tour made by Craig and myself in northern Egypt some fourteen years ago. Here is the first entry of i'm port:
 MONDAY-Twenty- mine miles southeas of Port Said We have stayed for two days at a little Mongar village. I have today come to the definite conclusion tha anthropoid apes were at one time deni zens of this country.
 TUEsDAY-Both Craig and I have beer little uneasy today These Mongars into whose encampment we have found our way, are one of the strangest ant fiercest of the nomad tribes. They arc descended, without a doubt, from the an
 
 try some seven hundred years before Christ, but have preserved in a marvelou: way their individuality as a race. They have the narrow eyes and the thick nost base of the pure Oriental; also much o his cunning. One of their special weak nesses seems to be the invention of tht most hideous forms of torture, whicf they apply remorselessly to their enc mics.
 WEDNESDAY-This has been a won derful day for us, chiefly owing to wha I must place on record as an act of grea bravery by Craig, my servant. Early thi: morning, a man-eating lion found hi. way into the encampment. The Mongar: behaved like arrant towards. They fec right and left, leaving the chiefs little daughter Feerda, at the brutes mercy Craig, who Is by no means an adept II the use of firearms, chased the animal a. he was making off with the child, and more by good luck than anything else managed to wound 1t mortally. H. brought the child back to the encamp ment just as the chief and the warriors of the tribe returned from a hunting ex pedtion Our position here is now abso lutely secure. We are treated like gods and, appreciating my weakness for al matters of science, the chief has toda, explained to me many of the secret mys teries of the tribe. Amongst other things he has shown me a wonderful secret poi son, known only to this tribe, which they call Veedemzoo. It brings almost instan death, and is exceedingly difficult to trace The addition of sugar causes a curious condensation and resolves it almost to { white paste. The only antidote is a sub stance which they use here freely, ant which is exactly equivalent to our cam phor.
 The professor closed his book Quest promptly rang the bell. Some sugar" he ordered, turning to the steward
 They waited in absolute silence The suggestion which the professor disclosure had brought to them wal stupefying, even Quests fingers, as ; moment or two later he rubbed twt knobs of sugar together so that th' contents should fall into the tubes O bouillon, shook. The result wa! magical. The bouillon turned to ; strange shade of gray and began slowly to thicken.
 "It is Mongar poison!" the profes sor cried, with breaking voice. They all looked at one another. Craig must be here amongst us,