Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1918-09-29
1CoNTINUED FROM LAST Sunday
CHAPTER ~,
n HE last Of the supper guests had
left Henry's restaurant. the

commissionaire's whistle was
- silent. The light laughter and
. frivolous adieus Of the departing guests
seemed to have melted away into world
somewhere beyond the pale Of the unsea.
sonable fog. The little strip Of waste
ground adjoining was wrapped in gloom
ind silence. The exterior Of the bare and
Deserted chapel, long since unconse-
Srate, was dull and lifeless. Inside,
however, began the march Of strange
things. First of all the pinprick Of
Hight of a tiny electric torch seemed
as though 1t had risen from the floor,
and Hassan, pushing back a trap door.
stepped into the bare, dusty conventi-
Gle. He listened for moment, then
7 made o tour Of the windows, touched
q spring in the wall, and drew down
long, thick blinds. Afterward he
passed between the row of dilapidated
benches and paused at the entrance
door. He stopped down, examined the
keyless lock, shook 1t gently. gazed
upward and downward, as though in
vain search of bolts that were never
there. His white teeth CLEANED for
moment in the darkness. He turned
away with a little SILVER.
y; mot my fault" he muttered to HIM
self. mot my fault"
He listened moment intently, as
though for footsteps outside. The dis
Sturbance, however. came from the
other end Of the building. There was
q sharp knocking from the trapdoor
/ by which he had assembled. He touch
cd an electric knob. The place was
Ixys got c,,f ~ M N
Z FASTENED toward the further end Of
the place and pulled UP the trapdoor.
"A melancholy looking little process
Ion slowly emerged. First OF all came
I Joseph, stepping backward, support
! Ing. the head and shoulders Of Ora,
ham, still bound and gagged. After
him came dark, swarthy-faced wine
walter, who supported Graham's feet. !.
Behind followed Fischer, carrying his
!. Htlk hat and cane in his hand. He
the floor Of the chapel and brushed
, the dust, from his trousers sts-'. =. :
+ a. 'Yous can take out the gag now" :
he ordered, the two men, There isn't
much shout In him, " ,st2;' r. S'ss'2 p ss (
s:They laid .hirn.upon couch. and
Joseph obeyed the order Graham's
lIead swung helplessly on one side. !;
/, His eyes opened, however, and he !
1 stEp eGsedn tor consciouBness His lips
4 tSwftehed22 f6fs; d nj oniegt an those long /
Y hours he had almost, forgotten the
likbtt ssorlI speech. The words. when
! : ~ sNha9sTHShsl ans What do You ;
Fischer iafa 1siss !. Ia and stick 'ap aSa
q. table onsiwhfcf also stood te1e-
ifoHe'snHtrumeht:i 80 80 al,s:3 ~. ts''ssatl :
] EsRllsss sfors that, woi dssftall sspiosiys !,
81 Thieh you spoke in the lobby" ~ ~. !. !,
4asss a. BIdden Fa ccessf6n 81 nervous .
slfsngtli bto4ght s soiiiet hing. I: almosts
like paSsi0iffiTto the young mans re-s
seemed some unreality in the words,
which IiGht have come from tho walls
or the roof---sI.ely not from mis- lips. -
TN see you damned frstw. j. 49,.
Fischer smiled. The man was good
looking, in, hM way, but this. was a
pale and ugly smile. ''.,.
MY request was merely a matter
Of courtesy, he remarked. 1.-THE diff
Guilty of searching you Is not formida-
BILE. It would have been undertaken
long ago but for the fact that the
gags sometimes slip. Besides, there
was no hurry. Observer
He leaned over Graham, who for the
first time struggled furiously hut in
o6ectually with his bonds. His fin-
wards the inside pocket Of his coat.
Fischer nodded understandingly.
"Allow me to. anticipate you" he
said.
With a quick thrust he drew lit
tie handful Of papers from the pocket
OF his captive. One by one he glanced
them through and flung them on to
the floor. As he came toward the end
Of his search. however, his expression
Of confident conlplacency vanished.
His lips shriveled up little, his eyes
narrowed. The last folded sheet of
paper-a little perfumed note from
Peggy, thanking Sandy for his beau
tiful roses-he crumpled fiercely into
a little ball. He opened his lips to
speak, then paused. A new light broke
in upon him. The fury had passed
from Sandy Graham's face. In it's
stead there was an expression of
blank astonishment.
where is the formula?" Fischer
asked fiercely. .i.t =,
j There was no reply. Sandy Graham
was still staring at the little pile of
papers upon the floor. Fischer made
q brief examination Of the other
pockets. Then he stepped back. His
voice shook, his face was dark and
malevolent. -
Joseph, Hassan, Jules-listen to
mel" he ordered. Did any one else
enter the musicians room While he was
lying In the alcove?" g., d,
'Impossiblep' Jules declared.
THE door was locked" Iassan MUIR
INJURED.
"Stop" Joseph exclaimed.
Fischer wheeled round upon him.
"Weil?" he exclaimed Get on.