The Topeka state journal., 1919-11-22

Then the Mudir's daughter"
IT'S my sister Ayesha!"
looked at him reproachfuliy, but he
met my gaze with calm pride
| Subterfuge was permitted by the
Prophet (on whom be peace)," h., con-
tinued; "but not 1yingi Ny sister Is
the daughter Of the Mudir eI-Fayum."
Her presence here, which was per-
mitted by my father" he said, "yas a
trap: for 1t is well known throughout
the Moslem world that she Is the DOS
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 a choice collection"
Someone had begun to bang upon the
ooited door. and there was an excited
crowd beneath the window -..--
You supposed. no doubt" the imam
resumed calmly, that suspected
Major Redpath and NJ. BaIabas, as well
as Mr.. Chundermeyer and the English
detective? It. was not SO. But I re-
garded the room of NJ. Balabas as ex-
cellently situated for Omar's purpose,
and knew that NJ. Balabas rarely re-
tired earlier than one o'clock Even
more suitable was that of Major Red
path, whose illness I believe to have
been due to some secret art Of Omar's."
Because, as I learned tonight, Major
Redpath is the only person in Cairo
who has ever met Mr.. Chundermeyeri
l will confess that until less than an
hour ago L did not know If Inspector
Carlisle was really an inspector! Oh,
1t is a seeming absurdity; but Omar
of Ispahan Is a wizard. Therefore I
entered the Inspectors room, and found
him to be still unconscious. Major Red
path was in deep slumber, and Omar
had entered and quilted his room with
out disturbing him. I did likewise, and
visited Mr. hundermeyer's-the door
was ajar-on my way downstairs"
But, my friend" said amazedIy.
with my own eyes beheld Mr.. Chun-
dermeyer gagged and bound in his
wardrobel I saw his bruised wrists"
He gagged, bound, and bruised HIM
self" replied Abu Tabah calmly. with
my own eyes I once beheld q blind
mendicant hanging by the neck from a
fig tree. bloody froth upon lds lips.
1 cut him down and left him for dead.
Yet was he neither dead nor O blind
mendicant; he was Omar Ali Khan,
Oblfge me by opening the door, Ker-
naby Pasha"
1 obeyed. and an excited throng burst
ifCaAcu by bdidD6S ana ms DeCtOr
Carlisle, the latter looking very pale
and haggardi
Where is the man posing as Chun-
dermeyer2' began the detective hoarseIy.
BY sheer sieight- hand, and under
ye're very noses"-excitement rendered
him weirdly Galedonian-"he has robbed
ye! I cabled Madras today. and the
real Chundermeyer arrived at An.ster-
dam last Fridayi AS / returned with
the reply cable in my pocket tonight /
became so dizzy was only just able to
get to my rooms He'd doctored yvery
smoke in my easel Where is he?"
Il assisted him to escape, disguised
as woman. some ten minutes ugo,"
L replied feebly. "I should be sincerely
indebted to you II you would kick me-"
Escaped" roared Inspector Carlisle.
Then what are ye doing here? Pur-
sue him, somebody! Are We all mad?"
We should be-" said 4abu Tabah. ito
pursuit. As well pursue the
shadow Of cloud, the first spear of
or the phantom heifer Of Pepi-
Ankh, as pursue Omar Of Ispahani He
IS gone-but empty handed Behold
what recovered from Mr. Chunter-
roora."
From beneath his black cibbeh he
took out a leather bag. opened it, and
displayed to our startled eyes the tiara.