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ed him.
Captain wood-house has been
most in-dis-creet," he said, in his curl
GUS mechanical way of speech.
Woodhouse turned on him angrily.
What do you mean?" he snapped.
"Is it that they have ceased to
teach discretion-at the Wilhelm
strasse," the white man answered, in
voice suddenly strained.
''Then it is veree, veree foolish for
the captain to leave in his room these
plans" Jaimihr Khan took from his
girdle thin roll of blue prints-the
plans of the signal tower and Room
d which Almer had given Woodhouse
the night before. He held them gin
gerly between slender thumb and
| forefinger ...
Woodhouse recoiled.
1.-THE general sahib has sent me to
search the captains room," the even
voice Of Jaimihr Khan ran on. "Be-
hold the results of my jouney!''
, Woodhouse sent a lightning glance
at the door leading to the governors
room, then stepped lightly away from
! the Indian and regarded him with
hard calculating eyes.
What do you propose to do-with
those plans?"
what should l do?" The white
shoulders of the Indian went up in a
shrug. "They will stand you before
wall, Captain Wbod-house. And
fire. 1t is the price of in-discretion at
a time like this"
Woodhouse's right hand whipped
back to his holster, which hung from
his sword belt, and came forward
again with a thick, short barreled
weapon in it.
Give me those plans, you yellow
hound!"
Shoot Jaimihr Khan smiled.
add one in-discretion to another.
Shoot, my youthful fool"
The door to General Crandalps
room opened, and the general, in uni
form evening dress, stepped into the
library. Woodhouse swiftly slipped
his revolver behind his back, though
keeping it ready for instant use.
'.All ready, Captain. Smoke" The
general extended his cigarette case
toward Woodhouse.
The latter smilingly declined, his
eyes all the while on the Indian, who
stood by the corner of the generals
desk. Between the sleek brown hands
a tiny blue roll of paper was twisting
into a narrower wisp under the care
less manipulation of thin fingers.
"Well. Jaimihr,'' Crandall briskly
addressed the servant, have you
completed the errand I sent you on?"
yes, General Sahib." The brown
fingers still caressed the plans Of the
signal tower
"Have you anything to report?" The
general had his cigarette in his mouth
and was paving his desk for match
Jaimihr Khan slowly lifted the tip of
the paper wisp in his fingers to the
fame of a candle on the end Of the
desk, then held the burning tip to his
masters cigarette.
Nothing, General Sahib."
VERY good. Come, Woodhouse;
sorry to have kept you waiting" The
general started for the double DOORS
Woodhouse followed. He passed very
close to the Indian, but the latter
made nc sign. His eyes were on the
burning wisp of paper between his
fingers.
CHAPTER XVI.
The Pendulum Of Fate.
The next day, Thursday, was one
of hectic excitement for Gibraltar
Focus of the concentrated attention
of town and Rock was the battle feet,
clogging all the inner harbor with its
great gray hulks. Superdreadnaught
like the standing walls of a submerg-
ed Atlantis, lay close to the quays,
barges dashed alongside the folded
booms of their torpedo nets. Behind
them, battle cruisers and scouts form
! ed protecting Gordon Far out
across the entrance to the harbor, the
darting black shapes of destroyers on
constant guard were shuttles trailing
their threads of smoke through the