The Weekly Journal. — 1903-07-24 (Hartlepool, Cleveland, England)

CHAPTER XX. THE .MULLAH AGAIN.  Beneath, at a distance of some thirty feet, ran a narrow alley way, and on the opposite side of this were doors. Round one ot these several men were clustered, as though gazing upon, and rather enjoying, something that wae going on within. And it was from this door that those horrible shrieks and screams pro. ceedcd.  ltaynier's bloed ran chill within him. What act of devilish cruelty was going on within that sinister chamber He noticed that a kind of thin steam was issuing from the upper part of the door, wafting up a nauseous and greasy odour to where he stood. He could hear ii mutter of voices within the place, and a plashing sound. then the shrieks of agony 'bra,' forth afresh, louder than ever, till he was forced to stop his ears. Still a horrible fasenation kept him riveted —his gaze fix,d upon that grisly door. What did it all mean:: Then he was enuecious that the yelling had ceased, and now those clustering around parted to give way to several persons who issued from the place. Among them was a tall, fine-looking man, who had the air and importuner of a chief. At him Itaynier looked somewhat curiously, for be thought he was acquainted with all the Sirdara of the Golancet. Then this Inas stopped, and half turned, and Baynier saw dragged forth between two others, a limp, quaking figure, its quivering features expressing an extremity of terror' that was akin to mania. And in this object lie recognised his quondam smart, wellgroomed—and, to all hut himself arrogant— chuprassi, liaur Singh. This was the man they had been torturing then. But the words of the chief told him the next moment that it wea not.  " Dog of an idolator," the latter said. "thou Not seen the torments in which thy brother' has died, which are but the beginning of what he is now undergoing. Wherefore if thou wouldst preserve try mistralk carcase a little longer I advise thee to write that which stvill burry those who are collecting thine ill-gotten ga:ns." The answer was an abject whine—and the follower of Brahma wallowed and cringed before the follower of Mahomed.  Raynier remained -r-o-c;i4.-t-o-the spot, gazing after the receding forms of those beneath. That , the unfortunate Sunt Singh had just been put to some ghastly and lingering form of death within that gruesome chamber, his brother being forced to look on, he now gathered. The motive, too, was apparent, and now be deduced that the man who had spoken must be the far famed Hared Attila; and the discovery inspired him with • very genuine misgiving on his own account. What if the Nawab and his brother never returned What if they were killed or captured in some engagement and he were thus left at the mercy of this ratan whose barbarities were a by-word upon that border:, What would be his own fate, helpleas in such halide? He rejoiced now that Hilda did not share his captivity, the more as that • conviction had been growing upon him that she mart have found her way into safety. Them he remembered that Nehrab Sham had learned that Mitred Maul had released HIMIIILM and the Tarletone for money, which looked as though that arch-deceit deemed it bad luck to murder Europeans. If the worst came to the worst he, too, might find safety and deliverance that way. He turned quickly. in interniption, sodden and somewhat startling, had broken in upon his meditations, a most venomous curse to wit, hurled at himself. Premed in the doorway by which be himself had entered this roof courtyard, stood a 'figure. The face was aged and lined, sad the beard grey and undyed. A ragged green turban crowm.d the head, while the ummean hooked awe, and the opera's sad abetting of the 'steadied. Amalfi* basis welerested