Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1917-11-18

death. It IL q vegetable toxin. quite
co S.an with Fiehin from the castor
In spite Of my horror at the diaboiical
plot that had been aimed at Shirley.
my mind ran along, keenly endeavor-
ing to piece together the scattered
fragments Of the case. Some one, of
was out and had it placed in his room.
Had 1t been the same person who had
sent the single jequirity bean? My
mind instantly reverted to the strange
woman across the hall: the photograph
lace in the Jewel case.
Kennedy continued looking at the re-
malnder Of the jequirity beans and a
liquid he had developed from some Of
watch. he placed a tube of the liquid
in a leather case in his pocket.
This may not be the only murder"
he remarkable. sententiously. 1T is best
to that meeting"
We journeyed uptown and arrived
at the little private hall which the
cult Of the occult had hired somewhat
as Kennedy had aimed to do. Mrs.
Rogers was already there and met US
at the door.
$50 glad to see you" she welcomed.
As We entered we could breathe the
dalwood. Rich oriental hangtngs were
on the walls. interpreted with cabal-
I istts si IN: while at one end was
Mr.. Rogers introduced 10 to q
rather stout, middle-aged. sallow-faced
individual In = turban and flowing
were piercing. small ana black. The
plump. unhealthy. miik-white fingers
Of his hands were heavy with ornate
rings. He looked like what should
I found. was. indeed. his title.
The Swami Rajrnanandra," intro
duced Mrs. Rogers.
He extended his habby hand in well
come. whils Kennedy eyed him KEEN
words with the swami. however. for
Mrs Rogers next presented US to a
younger but no less interesting-look-
ing oriental who wss in occidental
dress.
This is Mr. Singh Bandematarain."
said Mrs. Rogers. You know. he has
been sent here by the nizam Of his
versity."
MIRA Rogers then hastened to con-
duct us to seats as. one by one. the
worshipers entered. They were most
evidently found in this cult new fad
to occupy their jaded craving for the
sensational. In the dim light there
was something almost sepulchral about
the gathering, anu tneaF CoHlpA0AIouS
seemed as white as wax.
Again the door opened and another
woman entered. felt the pressure Of
Kennedy's hand on my arm and turned
my eyes unobtrusively. It was Mrs
Anthony.
quietly she seemed to glide over the
floor toward tho swami and. for q mo-
ment, stood talking to with. I saw Singh
eye her with curious look. Was it
fear or suspicion?
had come expecting to see some-
thing weird and wild. perhaps the ex-
hibition Of an Indian fakir-I know not
what. In that. at least. I was disap-
pointed. The. Swami Rajmanandra,
picturesque though he was. talked most
fascinatingly about his religion. but
either the theatricals were reserved
for an inner circle or else we were
subtly suspected. for soon found my
SO that we could observe those whom
we had como to watch.
had almost come to the conclusion that
our mission had been q failure when
the swami concluded and the visitors
swarmed forward to talk with the
holy man from the east. Kennedy man
aged to make his way about the circle
animated conversation.
Were you acquainted with . Capt.
Shirley?" no asked finally. A. she
opened the way for the question by .
remark about her life in Calcutta.
"Y-yes." she replied, hesttating: II
read In tn. YsdH sss TIL: morning that
in Calculus while I was there. why.
came 70 New York ana called on me-"
My eye followed the direction Of Mrs.