Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1916-08-02
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Socia1Htates
Story No. Is
BLACK MAGIC
Plot by George Bronson Howard.
Novelizatien by Hugh c. Weir.
Copyright Kalem Company.
CONTINUED from Yesterday

Continued from Yesterday
A few minutes later she saw the de-
| tective depart, ana hardly waiting I'M
til he was out of the yard, the Hindoo
hurried down the hall. and to the
street. The coast was now clear. and
descending to the lower corridor, Marv
nodded brightly to the butler, and fol-
| lowed serenely to the walk The Hin
doc had vanished, but the girl was
emit She realized that she now held
the trump card. that Fate had sud
denly and Unexpectedly given her a
lever over the man, which even the
How could she use 1t to the best ad-
vantage, and with the most telling re-
suits?
At the Royalton she received her an
swer To explain the situation which
greeted her on her return. however. it
Is necessary to go back to the morn
ing, and trace the movements of Mona
when the other left to keep her ap-
| pointment with Mrs. Wallace.
Mona had watched Hadj Rulu depart
on his way to the Wallace home, al
though the girl of course did not know
his destination at the time. She knew
only that the Hindoo was gone, that
his apartment was apparently unguard-
| ed. and that the coast was clear for an
intimate investigation of the myster-
ious premises. Should she undertake
| II? Her question was answered by the
appearance of Casper Carson, grinning
| broadly.
'T passed that Hindoo chap down.
stairs" he announced. "and ne stared
at me as though he were making a
mental photograph of my handsome
knows me?'
Mona laughed. HE thinks he knows
you. He thinks that you are Wallace,
| the banker"
Carson started, where in the world
did he get that absurd ideaT'
From me-" said the girl sweetly.
''You don't object. do you? When 1
saw him, and told him my troubles he
asked me to describe the appearance
of the guardian who had victimized me-
l suspected that he had never seen the
real Wallace, that he had timed his
visit to the house deliberatel so as to
escape embarrassing questions from
the husband of the woman in his power
Therefore, ! jumped at chance, and
sketched a hasty word picture of you
as my villain. Evidently my picture
must have been a fairly accurate one"
"EWdentiy'" agreed Carson .drily,
But l don't catch your purpose?"
That ought to be self evident You
are to appear at Hadt RUFUS apart
ments as wallace at the psychological
moment. You see, l am to take you
there for a seance, and he is going to
make you confess your wrong to me-
and atone"
''Oh, he is, is he?"
reminds
me that right now is an excellent time
to make a little informal examination
or the apartment of mystery. He is
gone, and we can go through the nlace
easily before he gets back.
The apartment was not occupied, and
1t was apparent that the stage trap
pings of the Orient, which had been
used with such effect, had not yet
The brazier of incense was cold and
dead The windows hal been raised,
admitting a generous allowance of sun
shine into the rooms, and there was
suggest furnishings at all out OF the
ordinary. Mona stepped first to the
table on which had reposed the waxen
image, which had been consigned to
had a girlish curiosity to discover how
the trick had been worked. She dis
covered that it was an electric hot
plate device which melted the wax.
Mona laughed rather ruefully as she
saw, the simplicity of the tick, and how
easily she had been mystifled. Her
laugh was suddenly checked by a
sound behind them. Whirling, the
pile OF cushions and pillows in the
corner Of the room. where he had been
apparently asleep, 1t was Hadj RUFUS
man stared at them in surprise; then
he turned, and made for the door, evil
IDENTIFY with the intention of raising an
alarm. But Carson was too quick for
him, and caught him by the collar be-
fore he could make his escape.
A short struggle ensued, but the
other was no match for Carson's
trained muscles, and the young million
aire soon had the man trussed up like
fowl with a rough, homemade gag
between his teeth. Brief as was the
struggle, however, 1t had evidently
raised an alarm. for a heavy knocking
"If you don't open this doory' called
commanding voice, II warn you that
I'll break It In, you brown fakery
with a breath of relief, ';He must have
been at our place, and heard you strug-
Cling through the door. He doesn't
know It isn't locked"
She threw open the door with a
Hniling courtesy, and Grant started
with mingled surprise and relief.
II thought someone was being mur-
eered here" His glance fell on the
grinned appreciatively. GOOD work!
Are you responsible for this, Carson?"
Casper Carson was busy with an
! other examination Of the table of mys-
made another discovery. Hadj Rulu is
no more a Hindoo than I am" He
held UP a small tin of brown paint,
drawer S IL in the the tabie. % "The f fellow nogs is
probably an American, born on the
Bowery. Won't there be pretty SEN
satlon In hlgh society when ne Is
| shown up?" He broke off, frowning
what are we going to do with the
servant in the meantime2''
~ have it, said Mona quickly.
Rodney Grant can take his place. 1t
ought to be easy enough for him to
dye his face and put on the mans robe
| and turban"
'I see this is going to be my busy
| day." put in Grant ruefully. How
ever, I'll do anything to oblige."
He disappeared into an inner room,
with the brown paint ana the servants
outer robe and turban. and when he
returned five minutes later the meta
morphosis was startling.
you will do eXcellently," nodded
Carson. "You missed your calling, old
man. You ought to have been an
actor" He broke off, listening. and
| glanced a. his watch. "It seems to me,
Mona, that the sooner we are out of
! this the better for all concerned-un-
less you want your friend to surprise
| US on his PREMISES