Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1917-07-27

eral," 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 fortress? How
many widows will curse when they
hear his name? WHAT
"Jaimihr Khan, what have I ever
done to your" The governors voice
sounded hardly human. His face was
blotched and purple.
Not what you have done, my gen.
eral-what the English army has done.
An old score, general-thirty years old
My father, he was a prince In India
until the English army took away his
The ~army-the English army-murder-
ed my father when he tried to get 1t
back-called it mutiny. All, yes, an
old score; but, by the breath of Allah,
tonight shall see it paid!'
The mans eyes were glittertng
points of white hot steel. All of his
thin white teeth showed like a hounds.
you dogP The general feebly wag-
ged his head at the Indian.
Your dog, my general. Five years
your dog when 1 might have been a
prince. My friend goes up the Rock
step-step-step. C~loser-closer to the
tower, my general. And Major Bishop
where is he? All, q knife is swift
and makes no noise''-
HTbat a fool Two haap =, CropdoI1
rocked in bis chair and passed a trem-
bling hand before his eyes. Sudden
rage turned his bloodshot eyes to where
the girl was stretched, sobbing, across
the desk. "Your mantle man you
protected-it is he who goes to the sig
nal tower, girl!'
"No-no; 1t can't bel" she whispered
between the rackings of her throat.
at is! Only a member of the signal
service could gain admittance into the
tower tonight. Besides, who was 1t
went with Bishop down the Rock after
the dinner tonight? And IL sent
Bishop with him-sent him to his
death. He was trucking you all the
time. I told you he was. l warned
you he was playing with ~you-using
you for his W rotten e~nds-using you
to help kill 10000 men,
A knock sounded at the double doors
behind Jaimihr. He stopped short,
startled. All listened. Again came the
knock. Without turning his eyes from
the two he guarded Jaimihr asked,
WHO is it?"
"Woodhouse," came the answer.
James heart stopped. Crandan sat
frozen in his seat. Jaimihr turned the
key In the lock, and the doors opened.
In stepped Captain Woodhouse, he'll
melted, armed with sword and revolver
at waist. He stood facing the trio, his
swift eye taking in the situation at
once. Crandall half rose from his
seat, his face apoplectic.
Spy! Secret killer of menr' he
gasped.
Woodhouse paid no heed to him, but
turned to Jaimihr.
"Quickl The combination" he said.
"Over the phone-afgaid l might not
have it right-stopped here on my way
to the tower-be there in less than
three minutesvff you can hold these
people"
Everything is all rfght?" Jaimihr
asked suspiciously.
you mean Bishop? Yes. Quick,
the combination"
Jaimihr picked the slip of paper con-
tanning the formula from the edge of
the desk with his disengaged left hand
and passed it to Woodhouse.
The latter stretched out his hand,
grasped the Indians with a lightning
move and threw it over so hat the
latter vas off his balance. In a
twinkling Woodhouse's left hand had
wrenched the revolver from Jaimihr's
right and pinioned 1t behind his back.
The whole movement was accomplish
ed in half a breath. Jaimihr Khan
knelt in agony and in peril of a broken
wrist at the white mans feet, dis
armed, harmless. Woodhouse put a
three short blasts.
A tramp of feet in the hallway out
side, and four soldiers with guns filed
the doorway.
Take this manr Woodhouse COM
manded.
The Indian, in a frenzy, writhed and
Shrieked:
Traitor! English spyi Dog of an
unbeliever!'
The soldiers jerked him to his feet
and dragged him out. His rawlings
died away in the passage.
WOOdhOuSe hrOupht his hand nm in
a salute as he faced General Crandall.
1.-THE other spy, Almer, of the Hotel
Splendide, has just been arrested, sir.
Major Bishop has taken charge of him
and has lodged him in the cells"
General Crandall took a step toward
Woodhouse, who still stood stifiy be-
fore the opened doors. The dazed gov
ernor walked like a somnambuIist.
"Who-who the devil are you, sir?'