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low, of a cook-boy taking the reins
from her trembling fingers, and then
she knew that she was lying, face
downward, in a long cane chair, sob
bling as il her heart would break.
Centuries seemed to pass before
she could muster up the courage to
shout for the servant.
where Is the Tuan Hcwitt?" she
inquired huskily.
He went out before makan-and
has not yet returned"
mot back YETI" she echoed blank
ly.
And the Tuan Dawson ?"
1.-THE Tuan-Hakim eats the air
also"
"Bi-la," she said in a tone that
slgnified dismissal.
And still the cook-boy hesitated.
"Will the mem-sahib take tea ?"
Eyes, I will have tea as soon as
possible. I am very tired" she add
ded as If an excuse were necessary.
The boy had almost disappeared
through the doorway when she call
ed after him.
Hakim's orderlies. I wish to speak
to him."
1.-THE master has taken them all.
A messenger came to him, an hour
ago, with an important paper. He
was in a great hurry, for he did not
stop to tell me when he would be
back"
Dawson's servant, entering noise
lessly, set the tray on the table. in
front of her. She glanced up weari-
ly to see the Oriental fall to his
hands on the boards, f1attening him
self abjectly, his teeth chattering to-
gether like a man with the ague.
Following the direction of his fright
ened eyes,. she became aware that a
broad shadow had fallen across the
floor. The color left her cheeks and
her hand shook so hat some of the
amber fluid fell from the spout on
the lacquer tray.
Chai-Hung stood on the threshold,
his hands clasped in front of him,
beaming amiably in spite of a GER
tain shortness of breath. Behind
him, on the wooden stairway, a
hump-backed coolie. a red paper
umbrella stuck under one arm, ar
rled between his two hands a thing
hat resembled a biscuit-box, shaped
like a barrel, with a knob at one
side and a handle at the top, the
existence of which did not appear to
have occurred to him.
II trust I am not intruding, Mrs.
Viney?" He dropped unlimited into
a chair. II have fastened to proffer
my apologies for my conduct this
afternoon. l have not been very well,
n the remains of a fever from
which 7 nod hnnn c1tffnrfnx rrvaNk ~
my head.
You see-I have brought my own
tea" pursued the bandit cheerfully,
taking the metal box from the dwarf
who promptly effaced himself. I'll
is one of our customs which must
appear rather strange to you, Mrs
Whey. In ancient times which for
t%unately, perhaps, are past-nobody
could tell who were ones friends
and who were enemies. A very
favorite method of dispatching ones
enemies was by poison. Hence this
quaint portable teapot. 1t was in
vented many centuries before your
vacuum flask and yet 1t possesses
certain of its qualities. Here we
have the outer sheath-a metal con-
( tainer simply, with a hinged flap to
cover the spout. If l were to- show
you the inside-you would find a
china pot with a padding all round
it of horse-hair sewn into silk"
Monica, her interest suddenly
aroused, looked up at him. He was
holding the thing as his servant had
done-and not by the metal handle
in the lid. He leant easily forward
and placed it on the table before
her, just clear of the tray.
Don't imagine for one instant that
l brought it here because I believed
you would poison me-" he observed
with the innocent smile of a child.
1T caught my eye as I left, and
fancied that it might serve to amuse
YOU" With a def movement he
tilted up the cap. Observe the
! spout"
Monica, carried away by the ex-
element of the afternoon, by the
flood of apparently inconsequent
chatter that flowed easily from the
i%ntruder's lips, forced an exclama-
ton of delight. A voice within her
kept repeating itself over and over
again, warning her to be on her