The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1918-09-26


another corner OF the room very
intently. This must be young Stan
ley, who was in on the secret, but
unable to assist in any way.
The few whiffs he had taken
from the pipe were certainly
agreeable. The smoke was soft
and pleasing to the palate. He asked
himself, a sense of comfort steal
ing over him. IL it were really true
that the smoking was as noxious
as people made it out. He put the
question to TweedIedum.
''Noxious? No." returned that in
dividual, in tones of dreary con-
tent I've smoked for years, and
I'm none the worse for it Pull at
your pipe, man, don't be frightened
OF It."
Guy talked, and as he talked he
forgot that he was playing a part.
A peculiar citation took possession
Of him, and he felt unaccountabIy
happy. Tweedledum was a good
fellow after all; what a fool Guy
had been to misjudge him
Again and again he raised the
pipe to his lips.
Guys talk became disjointed and
broken He knew that he was there
for the sake OF saving a pair OF
abducted children. and that he Vas
doing this for Lilian's sake. Well.
OF course. he was going to be sue
cessful. he would break up the
whole place IL they refused to do as
he asked. That stolid old China.
man with his face like brown pa
per: why, Guy would shake the
very life out OF him il he was
stubborn and obdurate.
But why should he wait: He had
found that Tweedledum was more
than friendly. Here, ready at his
side, was a powerful ally, who
knew the ways Of the house, and
who would be pleased to render i'm
mediate service. Where Guys re-
quest might fail TweedIedum's Ger
tainly would meet with success.
What a fool he had been not TO
think OF IL before.
He took another pull at his pipe
and that decided him. Why should
he go through the farce of stimu-
lating sleep? It might be an hour
before TweedIedum succumbed to
the influence of his opium. sccus-
TONED to il as he was. He pic
tured Lillian waiting anxiOusIy at
the tobacconists across the road.
He was there TO help Lillian and
the children; delay might be fatal
to his plan
-- He leaned over to TweedIedum.
Il say he said. hOarseley, ~'you
are a real pal, TweedIedum, aren't
you?"
"why. OF course. old man. Can
you doubt it,
Then look here. You can do me
a good turn. TIL tell you why
got you tot bring me hero
Tell me all about it. old chap"
Nc said. insinuatingIy. land. OF
course, I'll do my best for you"
"Well, it's this" murmured Guy.
sleepily. There's fellow who
runs this show you haven't men
toned to me. His name is-oh.
can't remember his blessed name
hut it begins with V. He's sort
OF a gypsy. with dash OF the gen
tlcman thrown in. Well, he. or
rather his agent. has abducted a
couple OF children belonging to
some one of whom I'm fond-somc-
one you know. too won't men
tion names. They are a pair Of
adopted kids, but she is as fond Of
you follow Tne?'
Here"
"In--this-vcry-ho
Are you sure"
Certain. They've been traced
here-and the police arc watching
the house. want to get them out
quietly so as to prevent row. but.
II I fail. the place will be raided
sure as you're alive. ! meant TO
tackle old Paperface over there"
"Chan- Lung%
Eyes. bride him. you know. Eut
you'll do just as well, and be more
kelly to succeed than l." Ills voice
was growing very weak. Besides.
you're pal Will YOU get them
out Of tho house. TVeedIcdum. and
deposit them at the tcba~conist'-
across tho WAY. There's someone
waiting for them there. I'm get
ting sleepy"
The pipe fell from his hands. and
he stretched out his long limbs con-
tentedIy. He felt that he had done
his dIty.
TweedIedum saw that Guy was
helpless.
lie called Chan-Lun- 70 his side.
and spoke To him in = hastv under
tone. Tho two mon we-c so husilv
engaged in their conversation that
they did not notice smoker arise
from his couch at tho fsrtohr end
Of the room and steal out This
was Young Stanley. who had boon
watching. Stimulating sleep. but
struggling to catch what he could
Of Guys words to Tweedledurn. He
had surmised the truth: seen. too.
that Guy had succumbOd to the in
fIuence Of opium. Luckily for him.
Chan-LunG did not notice his de-
parture.
Continued Tomorrow
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