Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1918-04-28

boys away from her. Jump in. old
chapl Better take the back seat, MISS
n se,tlsd, both % n youf T1aes good. All
right. chauffeur-home!'
Then he Jumped In after them, closed
the door. dropped into q seat. ana the
motor. making wide curve out into
s ess sasa dslssS sway into tho
s'Bimbi says maybe he's going to be
my daddy one day-didn't You. Bimbif'
said his little 1ordship. climbing UP on
to "Bimors" knee and snusslins close
II say. you know. you mustn't tell
secrets, old chapI' was the laughing re-
Spouse. Miss Lorne will hand you
over to nursie with orders to pvt
you, Miss Lorne?'
'He ought to be IN bed. anyhow" re-
sponded Also sayly. and then. this CIV
ing the conversation q merry turn. they
a chatter that three-quarters Of an
hour went Hike magic and nobody SEEM
ed aware Of it. But suddenly Ailsa
thought. and then put her thoughts into
w e5s.. . I'm. tim. ~. ara IN getting
homer she said, and bent forward 90
that the light from tho window might
fall upon the dial Of her wrist watcn:
then gave q little startled cry and haIf
rose from her seat Fl For a the snd
she could see that they were no longer
in the populous districts Of the town,
but were speeding along past wood
lands and open fields in the very depths
ston nj must have lost his senses. she
exclaimed, agitatedly. Look where we
are, Capt. Hawksley! Out in the coun-
try with only farmhouse or two In
sight. Johnston! Johnston" She bent
forward and raped wildly on the glass
panel. "Johnston. stop! Turn round!
Are you out Of your head? Capt. Hawks
ley. stop him-stop him. for PHYS
"sit down. Miss Lorne." he made re-
ply, in a low. level voice-a voice in
which there was something that made
her pluck the child to her and hold him
tight to her breast. you are not going
home tonight. You are going for a
your little game. is itr' lurching for
ward as she made q frantic clutch at
the handle Of the door. "sit down! Do
you hear me? Or it will be worse for
you! There" The cold bore Of q re-
volver barrel touched her temple and
wrunE a quaking gasp Of terror from
her. "'Do you feel that? Now, you sit
down and be quiet! II you make sin
gle move. utter a single cry. I'll blow
your brains out before you've half hn-
you're dealing with now? See!
His hand reached up and twftched
away the fair beard and muStache: he
bent forward 50 that the moonlight
It had changed as his voice had now
changed. and she saw that she was
looking at the man who in those other
days Of stress and trial had posed as
tious Countess de la Tour"
''You!" she said in q bleak voice Of
desolation and fright. Dear heaven.
that horrible Margot's confederate. the
King Of the Apaches!"
"Yes. he raped out. you and that
fellow Cleek came between us in one
promising game. but I'm hanged il you
shall do It in this one! want this boy.
Cleek and tell him to drop this case. to
make no effort to follow US or to come
between us and the kid. or I'll silt your
throat after I've done with his little
1ordship here. Lanisterre!-to the
GIVE her her head and get to the mill
as fast as you can. Margot will be
with US in another two hours time"
Through the svsr-dsspenfng dusk
Clesk and Arjseb Noosrut moved on
ward together, and onward behind
them moved. too. the same dilatory
messenger boy who had loitersd about
in the neighborhood Of the park. squan-
dering his half-pence now rs then. leav-
ing a small trail Of Wrinkle shells and
trotter bones to mark the record Of his
passage. and never seeming to lose one
iota Of his appetite. eat ~ much and a.
often as he would.
The walk led down into the depths Of
Soho, that refuge Of the foreign ele-
- Ap,A
halted at the narrow doorway Of a
narrow house in q narrow side street
that seemed to have gone to sleep in
an atmosphere Of gloom and smells
Clesk had adroitly pumped" Arjeeb
Noosrut dry. and the riddle Of the
sacred son was riddle to him no
longer. He was now only anxious to
part from the man and return with the
news Of Lady Chepstow. and was cast
ing round In his mind for some excuse
to avoid going indoors with him to
waste precious time in breaking bread
and eating salt. Suddenly there lurch-
ed out Of an adjoining doorway an un-
calmly figure in turban and sandals
and the full flower Of that grotesque
regalis which passes muster at cheap
theaters and MASQUERADE balls for the
costume of a Cingalese. The fellow had
bent forward out Of the deeper dark
ness Of the house passage into the
murk and gloom Of the Ill lit street
and was straining his eyes as II in
search for some one long expected.
DOG Of an infidel!" exclaimed Arjeeb
Noosrut, speaking in Hindustani and
splitting on the pavement as he caught
sight Of the man. "See, well beloved,
he 10 Of those Others Of which spoke
when drst met thee. There are many
Of them, but true believers none. They
dwell in q room huddled up as unclean
things In the house there: they drink
and make merry far into the night, and
q woman yelled and In European garb
comes to them and drinks with them.
Sometimes q man Of her kind Is with
her. and they speak . tongue that IL
not the tongue Of our people; yet have
I seen them 60 forth into the city and
do homage az we to the sacred son."
Cleek sucked in his breath and,
twitching round, stared at the dim
figure leaning forward in the dim light.
by George!" he said to himself; "if
I know anything I ought to know the
SLOUGH and the low sunk head Of the
man comesl And there are five laos
no-she wouldn't come here. to q place
like this, IL she had vehtured back
into England and had called some Of
the band over to help. Shed 60 to
the old spot whore she ana used to
lie low and laugh while the police were
hunting for me: Shed 90 there. I'm
sure. to the old Burnt Acre Mill. where,
II you were 'stalked.' you could open
the sluice gates and Ie. tn" Thames
u - .-..'' '-'-'-s-, -"h f. and meet
and .uake u hell of Whirling waters