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ever came to a fight. Now, at least,
he had that weapon.
CHAPTER x
1t was in the month of October that
Jim Stanley had departed for the
East. II was I'm the following October
that he returned. Wilson had known
for five days that he was on his way.
He had received from San Francisco
telegram which said: Arriving on
the oath. Engage hotel accommoda-
tons for two"
Wilson had done just that and no
mOre-that Is to say, he had held his
tongue. And now, as he stood await.
ing the arrival of the Limited. be
wondered in whose company his en-
ployer was returning. The heart of
the little clerk beat a trifle faster as
he stood there waiting. Not only was
he to meet his best friend fter long
separation-there was that, of course,
but there was something more. He
had feeling that something exciting
was about to happen. What it was
he could not tell, but his sensations
were those Of man who has covered
his ears In anticipation of an explO-
sic I.
Stanley's quick eye caught Wilson's
face the instant he emerged from the
gate, followed by a company of por-
tiers loaded down with assorted lug
gage. He seized the clerks hand in
both of his own.
"Well, well, Franh,"' he cried, with
boyish enthusiasm. "God bless your
SOUL Here you are, eh? Here you
are. l knew you'd be here. I'm d-n
glad to see you, Frank!"
''Thank you, sir" was all Wilson
could say. He had no way of ex-
pressing what he felt, but it was not
necessary. Stanley knew quite well.
Still holding Wilson's hand, he turned
and glanced over his shoulder to a
waiting figure which, even in this
place of cosmopolitan apparitions.
seemed most strange. The figure was
that of a man, not old, yet certainly
lot young, not far from the height of
Stanley himself, clad from neck to
feet In oriental robes, girdled at the
waist. Upon his head he wore q tur.
ban. OF his features the eyes and
nose alone were clearly visible, for
the rest of his face was darkly beard.
ed to his cheek bones. The stranger
fixed his steady eyes upon the Sec
rotary.
"Frank," said Stanley, while the
group of porters shifted uneasily un-
der their burdens, Il want you to
know my very good friend, Swami
Ramanara-Swami, my secretary, Mr..
Wilson"
"How do. you do, Mr.. Wilson," said
the Swami in his slow, precise and
careful English.
"Mr. Wilson has been In charge of
my affairs during my absence in the
East. You will probably see a good
deal of him during your stay in New
York, for he is sure to find many ways
Of making himself useful to you. He
has a gift for that sort of thing" And
again Stanley turned upon Wilson the
smile that tbs little man loveG.
81 should be most happy" he said.
His arms folded upon his breast, the
Swami inclined his head gravely.
"And now, Frank" said Stanley,
'1et's get along"
AS the taxi whisked away from the
terminal, Stanley peered eagerly
through the window. Upon the south
east corner there stood a skyscraper.
On the day that Stanley had left New
York the place had been hole in the
ground. He said this to the Swami,
who merely murmured, "Ah."
I'm afraid" laughed Stanley to
Wilson, "I'm afrai6 that we're going
to have a hard time surprising the
Swami. He has seen and known so
many wonders in the spiritual world
that our material miracles may not
interest him much"
Gall these things" murmured the
Swami. with a slight gesture that
summed up all New York, "are Of the
hoihCht. lhC SphsS 10 CtCi hoi.
The three men dined together In
Stanley's apartment in the hotel, Will
son allowing himself to be persuaded
| to remain.
After the meal, Stanley asked,
well, what is the news?"
"Oh, nothing Of any great impor-
tance," answered Wilson. He had
news enough. but this was not the mo-
ment to tell It.
Waterman we'll? And-Mrs. Water.
man?" continued Stanley.
81 believe So"
Il want % see them right away. Ex-
cuse me-" He took up the telephone.
plaza 2076, pIease-yes."
As he waited for the answer, Stan.
ley continued. "They haven't either
!, Of them been very communicative. |
| got one letter from Waterman-wait.
Ing for me when | reached Yokohama
but none at ali from Doris. Yes
Plaza 207e? Yes-may | speak with
Mrs. Waterman? Just tell her It's