Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1916-02-24

you" He read from the slip OF pa
per on the desk Seven turns to the
right, four to the left-press! Two
more to the left-press! One to the
right. You have that? Allah speed
you. Go quickly!''
Room D." Crandall had leaped
from his chair.
Correct, my General-Room D.
Jaimihr smiled as he stepped away
from the telephone, his back against
the double doors. The sweat stood
white on Crandalls brow; his mouth
worked in jerky spasms.
"What-what have you dQn?" he
gasped.
II see the general knows too we'll, j."
came the Indians silken response. Il
have given the combination Of, the
Timer door OF Room D in the signal
tower to a-friend. He is on his way
to the tower. He will be admitted
one OF the few men on the Rock who
could be admitted at this hour, my
general. One pull of the switches in
Room D-and where will England's
great fleet be them"
you yellow devil!' Crandall start
ed to rush the white figure by the
doors, but his flesh quailed as the
round cold muzzle met it. He stag
gered back.
| 1--WE are going to wait, my General
and you, American Sahibah, who
have pushed your way into this affair.
We are going to Wait-and listen
listen"
| The general writhed in agony Jane,
| fallen into chair by the far edge
Of the desk, had her head buried in
her arms, and was sobbing.
"And We are going to think, my
General" the Indians voice purled
on. while we wait We shall think.
Who will General Crandall be after
tonight-the English sahib who ruled
the Rock the night the English fleet
was blown to hell from inside the for
tress? How many widows will curse
when they hear his name? What"
"Jaimihr Khan, what have I ever
done to YOU" The governors voice
sounded hardly human. His face was
blotched and purple.
mot what you have done, my Gen
eral-what the English army has
done. An old score. Generate thirty
years old. Ny father-he was a
prince in India-until this English ar.
my took away his throne to give 1t to
a lying brother. The army-the Eng.
fish army-murdered my father when
he tried to get it back-called it mu.
tiny. All, yes, an old score; but by
the breath of Allah, tonight shall see
it paid"
| The mans eyes were glittering
points Of white hot steel All of his
thin white teeth showed like a
hounds.
"You dog" The general feebly wag.
ged his head at the Indian.
| your dog, my General. Five years
your dog, when l might have been a
prince. Ny friend goes up the Rock
-step-step-step. Closer-closer to
the tower, my General. And Major
Bishop-where is he? All, a knife is
swift and makes no noise"
! what a fool I've been!" Crandall
rocked in his chair, and passed trem,
bling hand before his eyes. Sudden
rage turned his bloodshot eyes to
where the girl was stretched sobbing
across the desk. "Your man-the
man you protected-it is he who goes
to the signal tower, girl"
Mono; it can't be- she whisper
ed between the rackings of her throat
1T is! Only member of the signal
service could gain admittance into
the tower tonight Besides-who was
/ it went with Bishop down the Rock
after dinner tonight? And II sent
Bishop with him-sent him to his
death. He was trucking you all the
time. told you he was. I warned
you he was playing with you-usine
you for his own rotten ends-usins
you to help kill forty thousand men,
It needed not the sledge hammer
blows of the stricken Crandall to bat
ter Jane Gerson's heart. She haG
read too clearly the full story of jain
ihr Khan's sketchy comments had
outlined She knew now Captain
Woodhouse, spy. The Indian was
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