The Spectator. (Ozark, Ark.) 1911-1916, 1915-09-21

| my CueulCal CHEST WIN me, ana SOME
special testing tubes. If you'll allow
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. 9TH follow you presently"
The service of dinner was resumed.
Laura, however, sent plate after plate
| away. The captain watched her anx-
| iously.
| Il can't help it," she explained. Il
don't know whether you've had any
talk with Mr.. Quest, but we've been
through some queer times lately. |
guess this death business is getting
on my nerves"
| The captain was startled.
| you don't for moment connect
Mrs. Foston Rowe's death with the
criminal you are in search Off" he
exclaimed.
The bouillon was offered first to
Mr.. 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 at 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.
mo 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.
Watt" he whispered Wait!
have an idea"
He hurried off to his stateroom.
| The doctor was porting 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.
Il want you ALL" he begged, "to
listen very carefully to me. You will
discover the application Of what I am
going to read when I am finished.
Now, if you please"
| This" he began, lis the diary OF
tour made by Craig and myself in
northern Egypt some fourteen years
ago. Here is the first entry of i'm
| port:
| MONDAY-Twenty- nine miles southeast
| OF Port Said. We have stayed for two
days at a little Mongar village. l have
today come to the definite conclusion that
| anthropoid apes We're at one time deni-
zens of this country.
| TUESDAY-Both Craig and have been
| a little uneasy today. These Mongars
| into whose encampment we have found
| our way, are one of the strangest and
| hercest OF the nomad tribes. They are
| descended without n doubt, from the an
| cient Mongolians who invaded this coun-
| try some seven hundred years before
| y
way their individuality as a race They
| have the narrow eyes and the thick nose
! base of the pure Oriental; also much of
| his cunning. One of their special weak
| nesses seems to be the invention of the
most hideous forms of torture. which
| they apply remorselessly to their enc
| mics.
| WEDNESDAY-Thls has been a Won
| derful day for us, chiefly owing to what
| I nl1Ca on record a q of great
| bravery by Craig, my servant. Early this
| morning, man-cating lion found his
| way into the eneampment. The Mongars
| behaved like arrant towards. They fled
right and left. leaving the chiefs little
| daughter, Feerda, at the brute's mercy.
| Craig, who is by no means an adept in
| the use of firearms. chased the animal as
he was making off With the child, and,
more by good luck than anything else,
| managed to wound ii mortaly. He
| brought the child back to the encamp-
ment just as the chief and the warriors
| OF the tribe returned from n hunting eN-
| petition. Our position here is now abso-
| lutely secure. We are treated like gods,
| and, appreciating my weakness for all
matters of science, the chief has today
| 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 NeedemZoo. 1t brings almost instant
death. and is exceedingly difficult TO trace.
| The addition OF sugar causes a curious
| condensation and resolves IL almost to a
white paste. The only antidote is a sub
| stance which they use here freely. and
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 professors
disclosure had brought to them was
Supplying. even Quests fingers, as n
moment or two later he rubbed two
knobs of sugar together so that the
contents should fall into the tubes of
bouillon. shook. The result was
magical. The bouillon turned to a
strange shade OF gray and began
slowly to thicken.
ssJf Ia Mopgar poisoni" the prOfes-