White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1925-08-14
CONTINUED from Last Week.
The Shadow Sinister


stammered an apology for l had
been doing But Jimmy was good
natured about it; indeed, there was
repressed jubilance in his voice.
Never mind, old sox," he assured
me. "Everythings all right. l made
sure of that before woke you. She's
still asleep.
"Now," he concluded, plotting Bar
clay into the room, and locking the
door, well see what we shall see.
Barclay shot an unreliable glance
at him, but took the chair which
Jimmy pulled up opposite his own.
The man, as | have said, was plainly
i'll at ease-and with good reason it
seemed His eyes roved constantly
between us, yet he showed no abject
fear.
Later, Jimmy told me how he had
caught him. BY no more complex
method than merely going back and
keeping watch on the house where we
had found the girl. The wait had re-
quired patience, but Mulvane had that
| to spare when it seemed desirable. The
man had put up fight, but had very
quickly been subdued; thoroughly,
surmised, remembering how Jimmy
had scowled when Jane was telling
her story. Mulvane had brought him
straight to the hotel.
Barclay" said Mulvane abruptly
yet in voice pitched so low that it
could not possibly carry across the
hall to the girls room, "do you know
Herbert Knowlton?"
Involuntarily, the man opened his
mouth as though to reply; in the
negative. would have guessed. Then
shrewd look came into his eyes.
Really now, old chap" he protest.
ed in mild, squeaky voice, what a
question:"
In moment he was at ease. He
fumbled in his waistcoat, and brought
forth a cigarette case. With care he
selected one of the white cylinders
nonchalantly tapped it on his thumb
nail, and then fitted it into a holder
which he produced from another
pocket. He was prepared to fence.
Rotten way I've been treated he
went on, lighting the cigarette and ex
nuling puff of smoke. You'll heal
from this, mark my world"
He was very self-assured as he sa
there; a man between thirty-tive ant
fifty, forid, and with lines of dissipa
ton clearly defined. A weak face, ant
tricky eyes.
Was this The Hawk himself?
recalled the story that the pirate
was an Englishman. If, indeed, Thu
Hawk existed outside the imagination
of the credulous
No matter who Barclay really was
he appeared to have the best of tn
situation at this moment. He was 81
cool and collected that it would b
his poise did collapse, he would go i
: heap. That, by the way, is exactl
what happened.
: Barclay, were you ever in Wei-ha
Wei?" Jimmy purred the question.
. saw the muscles of Barclays fac
give an almost imperceptible tWitcl
. Yet he held himself in check Hi
eyes widened in well-simulated pu
. element.
"Cawn't say that l have been, oil
: chap" he answered evenly. "Why?
ooh, nothing much" returned Mu
vane. Then, as though changing tn
: subject, he turned to me. "Belley
call up the British consulate, wi
you? Get hold of the consul himsel
!. even If you have to get him out (
bed. Tell him that have Lieutenal
: Royce Wallaby here under arrest. Tt
. consul will Understandable Cullina
. murder" I.-
: Barclay sprang to his feet, shakin
: Don't" he fairly screamed at m
Then to Jimmy "'Fore Gowd, ma
: what do you want?" He sat dow
: trembling.
"Ill repeat my question" said MI
. vane. do you know Herbert Know
: TONI"
: mo, SIR" replied Barclay 81
l."
60 on urged Mulvane.
: 1--WE heard of him, but / never M
: him." Barclay finished.
. know where he Is now?"
: The mans eyes flickered; the
: steadied.
Cup north But l don't know e
actly where"
why did you attempt to kidna
Miss Knowlton?"
| Barclay had the grace to loo
+! ashamed.
| Rioters trick, what? Pm sorry
Jimmy tensed; then relaxed.
"Who and where's The Hawk?"
He shot the question at Barclay lih
, a bullet, and l give you my word tn
man jumped as though he had bee
pricked with pin. There was conflit
) in his face; then his features set stul
bornly. An Englishman, have foun'
orp he hill. n aa dad nc mu1o