The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1922-09-09

cept?"
"Uh-huh." said Smith and
walked from the office in quite As
lazy a manne as he had come in.
Alone. Sir Oliver sat for y mo-
ment with bowed head. thinking.
Then with a riding-crop. he
reached for the w~aste-basket and
dragged il TO him. Running his
hand among the loose papers in
the basket, he picked out-a dead
sparrow. He smiled at he thought
OF the quickness of wit and the
sleight OF hand which had per-
mitted his visitor to prove that
things were not always what they
seemed. The smell OF the dead
bird had worked the miracle IN
the kitten. To a servant he held
up the bird.
"Sahib." explained the boy,
bird come In window and fly into
punkah." CPunkah is the Indian
name for a large fan suspended
from the ceiling and pulled back
. ward and forward by means OF a
rope. 1t is still used TO a great
extent in India. but is being super
seeded by the electric fan to which
the native continues 10 give the
name of punkah.) Boy put IN
basket"
Ask Jackson, sahib to come
directed Sir Oliver. tossing the
sparrow back into the basket.
The servant had scarcely left
the room befol : white man en-
tered and halted with almost mill
tarv precision before die desk OF
his chief.
You sent for me. sir?"
Jackson. you remember that
agent from Observation-Disclosures
known as Cadz?"
Yes, sir. Reported to be back
from America about a month ago
II think We will go after him.
Right. sir. Know his where
abouts?"
NO. but there Is an American
"a very clever chap-after him:
This American came over on his
own account. partly patriotism
and p~artly-it l read him right
because he is the kind who never
acknowledges defeat. propose
TO use this man-Smith by name
bait. Let Cadz strike Smith
while we stMke Cadz."
But how. SIR
we know" continued Sir
Oliver. that Cadz has a peculiar
tattoo mark on the inside OF his
left arm. He does not know mat
we are aware Of this mark. we
have never given it out. Let II De
known in bazaar circls that an &c
centric American is searching Tor
a man named Cadz who recently
visited the United States. Give 1t
out that this American will iden-
tify his man by means OF a certain
TATTOO mark which he refuses TO
describe TO the authorities until
he. himself. has failed"
Easily done, sir. You think
that Cadz will make an attempt to
shut the mouth of this man
Smith,"
"A tattooed criminal Is a
marked man. We must be on hand
TO capture him before he strikes
or Immediately a~fterward."
Right, sir. but it's rather rough
on Smith unless he is a very good
man and you have warned him.
II have warned him that he
MAJ expect TO be killed." replied
Sir Oliver, bending down to brush
the kitten from the waste-basket
where it was trying TO get at the
bird. land his brain has wings
Several days later Smith sat in
his hotel room with a frown upon
his usually unmoved countenance.
He was not worrying about the
man he was chasing. So far as
that was concerned he was more
than satisfied. II Sir Oliver Haul
tain had sized up his American
visitor at all correctly, Smith had
more than returned the compli-
ment. He was certain that the
old official lived up to what little
he said. He felt sure that some
thing would happen. but, In the
meantime, his money was running
out.
As a matter Of economy Smith
had already dismissed his boy, and
a white man. in India without a
servant, is most uncomfortable to
say the least. A white man with
no money is desperately situated.
He can not pick up an odd job as
! he might in western countries.
All manual labor is native labor
and n white man can not-would
not be permitted to-accept such
employment. Smith had been in
India for a month, travelling from
Bombay to Karachi and from
Karachi to Calcutta. His money
was getting very low and he had
good reason to frown.
There came a knock at the door.
Like a flying shadow the frown
vanished from Smiths face. Good
naturedly and slowly he turned
toward the door before drawing:
Come IN"
The door opened and a native
servant entered and salaamed.
"Sahib want boy? Me, very
good boy! Know all hotels. Know
Agra, Delhi, sall India! Agra.
Delhi. good water-no cholera.
Sahib want boy?"
NO" said Smith. mot today"
"Sahib. me clean boots very
quick" persisted the boy. will
show how quick"
Darling across the room. the
native picked UP a pair Of boots
and carried them hastily into the
bathroom, the door OF which he
closed as he entered.
Smith sat quietly waiting. He