Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1919-11-16
us my sister Ayesha!"

40 my StStci AycSHaI
looked at him reproachfully, but he
met my gaze with calm pride.
"Subterfuse was permitted by the
prophet Con whom be peace)." he con-
tinued. but not lying! My sister is
the daughter OF the Mudir el-Fayum."
Her presence here. which was per-
mitted by my father" he said, was a
trap; for It is we'll known throughout
the Mosleni world that she is the pos
SCISSOR OF costly ornaments. The trap
succeeded. Omar Of Ispahan, at great
risk OF discovery. remained to steal her
jewels, although he had already
amassed choice collection"
Some one had begun to bang upon the
bolted door. and there was an excited
crowd beneath the window.
You suppose. no doubt" the imam
resumed calmly. that suspected Mai.
Redpath and NJ BALLADS, as well as
Mr.. Chundermeyer and the English de-
tective? 1t was not so. But regarded
the room Of M. BALLADS as excellently
situated for Omar's purpose, and I
knew that M. BALLADS rarely retired
earlier that 1 o'clock Even more suit
able was that Of Maj. Redpath, whose
illness l believe to have been due to
some secret art of Omar's.
Because. as learned tonight, Maj.
Redpath is the only person In Cairo
VINO has ever met Mr.. Chundermeyer!
1 Will confess that until less than an
hour ago I did not know IL Inspector
Carlisle was really an inspector! Oh,
1t 10 a seeming absurdity: but Omar
OF 1spahan Is q wizard! Therefore I
entered the inspectors room and
found him to be still unconscious.
MAI. Redpath was in deep slumber,
and Omar had entered and Quilted
. his room without disturbing him.
did likewise. and visited Mr.. Chunder-
meyer's-the door was ajar-on my
way downstairs"
But. my friend" said amasedly,
with my own eyes I beheld Mr.. Chun-
dermeyer gagged and bound in his
wardrobe! saw his bruised wrists!'
He gagged. bound and bruised him
self!' replied Abu Tabah calmly.
With my own eyes once behold
blind mendicant hanging by the neck
from fig tree. = bloody froth upon
his lips. I cut him down ana left
him for dead. Yet was he neither
dead not a blind mendicant; no was
Omar ALI Khan! Obligs me by open
ing the door, Kernaby Pasha."
obeyed, and an excited throng
burst in. headed by M. Balabas and
Inspector Carlisle. the latter looking
very pale and haggard!
where is the man posing a. Chun-
dermeyer?" began the detective,
hoarsely. by sheer sleight-of-hand.
and under ye're very noses"-excite-
ment rendered him weirdly Gale
donian-"he has robbed We! cabled
Madras today, and the real Chunder-
meyer arrived at Amsterdam last
Friday! Al returned with the re-.
ply cable in my pocket tonight be-
came SO dizzy I was only just able
to get to my room: He'd doctored
every smoke in my case. Where is
he?
Il assisted him to escape. disguised
as q woman, some ten minutes ago."
I replied feeblv. II should be sin
cerely indebted to you If you would
kick me-"
Escaped" reared Inspector Car
Isle. Then what are We doing here?
Pursue him, somebody! Are We all
mad?"
I'VE should be-" said Abu Tabah,
Ito attempt pursuit. AS well pursue
the shadow of a cloud, the first spear
Of sunrise or the phantom heller Of
Pepi-Ankh as pursue Omar of Ispa-
han! He is gone-but empty-handed.
Behold what 1 recovered from Mr..
Chuntermeyer's' room!"
From beneath his black gibbeh he
took out a leather bag, opened 1t and
displayed to our startled eyes the
tiara of Mrs. Van Heysten, the rope
of pearls and-my Hatshepsu scarab
Copyright, 1872
A Poe Tale.