The Carlisle independent., 1917-09-06

This bold knave had exhausted the last shred of revenue. available from the monarch of Jangeh in their extra ordinary jump around the world. If he had not been a spendthrift he would have been a millionaire
 At last my eyes rested on the self exiled, butterfy-chasing, stranded king. As first saw him he was crouching over blazing oil stove in squalid room behind the shop of pawnbroker. If his wife's face had re- sembled dusky mahogany, his own was more of the hue of ebony He was thin and wasted, furtive, frightened look in his shrinking eyes. The des- peration of the prodigal down to his last husk was expressed in every linea- ment of his shrunken face.
 In some way Ducroix had induced the pawnbroker to advance a small sum on his majesty. The latter had insisted on retaining personal posses sion of the collateral. Warm as was the weather, the thin, tropical blood of the king demanded constant heat, and in the bill which Marvel paid there was an item of Kerosene, $4." In a corner of the room, marred wreck, was what was left of the fa- nous doll
 It was to the office of the United Bankers Protective association that the king was at once conveyed. Du- croix accompanied us, and Lafort was immediately sent for. The two fiery Frenchmen came very near to blows, but Marvel sternly held them down to the importance of the occasion and to strict business.
 was sent to the home of the presi- dent of the bank, and brought him back with me. The institution was visited, certain documents pertaining to the JebeS River & Great Jangeh Railroad company secured, and new deed of trust was made out.
 If you can influence Queen Tbf Zwoa to sign that" observed Marvel to Lafort, she can come and see her husband here. If not, she will see him behind steel bars"
 It was all arranged within few hours-the possession of an absolute ly valid deed covering the Jangeh property. And that meant new pro motion. and the saving to the bank Of its ill-advised original investment
 The president could we'll afford to be liberal, and Ducroix went away with enough in his pocket to stake him till he found decent job, if that was his inclination. which 1t probably was not. Lafort was ecstatic over the possession of a thousand. and 1t was arranged to get King Zwun Zhi and his wife back to their home pos sessions in respectable way.
 was with Resilius Marvel when he wound up the last strand of this re- markable case. It was at the desert ed offices of Ralston & Go. We found, desks, a mans cap, and written in red ink on the inside lining was the name: Clinton Durham
 The big safe of the defunct~ promo ter held nothing but useless office rec ords. the vault in which it stood only equally valueless litter. The climax, however, arrived when a second vault was opened.
 Upon it's floor lay a prone figure. It was the owner of the misplaced cap. dead-dead for many days.
 We could only conjecture from a crumpled document in his cold hand what it all meant. The unfortunate mercantile reporter had become sus- picious, had suspended the rating of Ralston & Co.,, and had revisited their office for proofs to sustain his judg- ment of the condition of the concern.
 The paper in his hand was private balance sheet, showing the house in- solvent. He must have had an op- portunity to slip into the vault to se- cure it. He had been discovered, probably by Ralston, with the indis- putable evidence of the insolvency of the concern in his possession. The door of the vault had been crashed shut, and then. within twenty-four hours, gathering up all he could lay his hands to, Bernard Ralston had vanished.
 A week later Resilius Marvel showed me telegram from Loti, dated at Los Angeles. He was on the trail of Ralston, who was aiming to get out of the country.
 There was a longer wire two days later-again from Loti, close on the track of the absconder. The latter, hemmed in. had tried to escape over 8 narrow mountain road. A wrong turn sent the automobile and it's driver three hundred feet below to the bot tom of rock-strewn canyon. The ma chine had turned turtle, shutting out from sight the frightful end of the man who had been Open for Rating.
 Brotherhood.
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