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Rebrt Cameron, capttahsl. consults
Philip Clyde nwpap-r pab'-lther re
rfn MtivmMii tv.rt3ier letters hS
has re-celTed. The am preau sample i
cf the writer's power ca a certain day
Oa that day the head l myt rioatly cat
from a portrait, ot Cameron while th Ut
ter U lr the room. Clyde ht a Jh7
that the portrait u muttSated wall the
room was unoccupied and tl-e head If-'
removed by meac of a strict, unnoticed
by Cameron. Evelyn Oraysoa. Cameron if
niece with whom Clyd- la We finds
the ie-ad of Camerons pcrtralt nalld to
UK. where It t4 ba ud "
tartet. Clyde pledge Evelyn to &.
Clyd !earo that a Chines boy employed
by Phllata Murphy aa artist Urine
cearby. had borrowed a rifle from Cam
eron' lodrekper Clyde make aa ex
cuse to call on Murphy and Is repulid
H pretends to b- laveUttl alleted
Infractions of the game lam and spaks
of Cndint the bowl of aa cptam pip un
der the tree- where Cameron portrait
u found. The Chinese boy 1 found
dead next mornlne. While vlslllnt Cam
eron la his dresslct room a Veil Cwynne
mirror U mytertouly shattered. Cameron
becomes seriously 111 a a rult of the
hock. The third letter eppars mysteri
ously on Cin'fn'i lek bed It make
direct threats avlnst the Bfe of Cameron.
Clyde tell Cameron the envelope was
empty lie ttDs ETelyn eTerythln "
r'cs to take Cameron on a yacht trip
-racht pick up a cshertaan found
-nc helplessly in a boa' Ke elves
w came of Johnson. Cameron dlap
x" from yacht while Clyd' back Is
turned. A fruitless learch 1 made for a
matar ui Mn hv fh rarttaln lust be
fore Cameron disappeared. Johnson la a.J
lowed to to after bln- closely quuonej.
Erelyn take the letters to an expert In
Chinese literature, who pronounces them
cf Chines oritln. Clyd eks asflstance
from a Chlns fellow collere itudent
who recommnds him to Tup Sins;, molt
froraInnt Chinaman In New Tork The
atter promises lo seek Information of
O-neron among; his countrymen Amon
C neon's letters Is found an from one
Addison, who tpeaki of seelnt Cameron
tn Pekln. Cameron had frequently de
clared to Clyde that ha had never been in
China. Clyde calls on Dr Addlsr.n. Ha
learns that Addison and Cameron were at
one time Intimate friends, but had a Tall
Ins; out over Cameron's denial of havlna
been seen In Pekln by AddHon. Clyde
goes to met Yup 8lwc. se Johnon. at
tempts to follow him. fall Into a base
ment, sprains his ankle and becomes un
conscious Clyd li found by Mis Clement.
a missionary amonrc the Chinese. II H
Ick several days as a result ot Inhaling
cnarcoal fumes Kveiyn tens tiyoo oi
peculiarly actlnc anesthetic which renders
a person temporarily unconciou. Mur-
1hy Is dlcovered to have mysterious re
atlona with the Chinese Miss Clement
promises to net Information about Cam
eron. Blump In CryU! Consolidated, of
wh!h Cameron Is the head. Is caused by
rumor' of Cameron's Illness. Clyde finds
Cameron on Fifth avenue In a daxed and
emaciated condition and takes him home
Cameron awakes from a lone sleep and
apeaks In a stranee loncue He aive or
ders to an Imaginary crew In Chinese
laron. Then In terror Cries: "I dldn t
CHAPTER XIX. Continued.
"Below!" he yetted, fiercely. MB
low, you yellow dogs! Delow, I aayl
Every cur'e on of you! Below!"
Denplte this truculcnce he we not
difficult, to master. Together Bryan
nd I grappled him; In another mo
ment we had him flat on fcls oed onco
more, and the nurse wa preielnic
kome the piston of that little thlnlnc
Instrument of glass and stiver which I
had so recently seen him take up from
th medicine table.
For a moment the patient rolled
bout, restlessly, mattciing strange
oaths, mingled with suppliant mur
murs. And lo me this was the most
tadly trying part ot the Incident. I
would gladly have retreated, but Eve
lyn begged me to watt
"Just until be is quiet," she pleaded;
"Just until be falls asleep."
At length he lay quite still and we
thought from bis regular breathing he
bad succumbed to the narcotic, and so
were about to go, when be started up
with a little feeble cry, low-voiced, but
"No, no, for God's sake, not tbatl 1
Jldn't kill them I swear 1 derln't kill
them. It was an accident. She stove
on a rock. I I didn't. I say! I didn't
Hie voice trailed into silence. He
stropped back, hca!ly, upon the pil
lows. He slept.
It Is on3 thing to have your faith
In a friend sbarcn That Is serious
enough In all conscience. But )our
faith may tremble, and sway and rock,
and still there Is always tbe possibil
ity of its being resteadied and made
firm again by explanation by extenu
ation even. It If qulto another thing
to have your faltb toppled headlong,
by tbe snatching away of tbe last vest
ige of support, tbe last sliver of under
pinning. That is more than serious.
It Is calamitous; It is catastrophic; It
Back in the library again. I set to
facing the floor. I think Kveiyn re
mmed her seat In the big leathern
afcair I am sure. For iim I was
not eocKdoB tkat eke waa la tVa
room. That It was Inconsiderate of
me, I admit. It was, perhaps, ua par
donable And yet It was net wilful.
Frankly, I bad forgotten he:, tbeolute
ly, In the stress of the emotional tea
pest raited by that revelation In th
Back and forth. I strode from book
case to bookcase, over the soft, mq-tral-tinted
Persian rugs; and all the
while there echoed those repeated de
nials of Cameron's that he had ever
been In China, "Never nearer than
Yokohama," he had said. "Once I ate
chop scey In a Chicago Chinese reetaa
ranu" "I have always been Interested
In China and the Chinese, bnt I know
only what I have read." And the
words of his quondam friend came
back to me now. toe, with redoubled
emphasis "He refused to admit what
I kM a- to be the truth."
Nevertheless I bid chosen to believe
hat Cameron, should be ever return-
to us. irould be able to clarify this
'urbld slream of circumstance, and
provo the fallibility of appearancee.
The illusion to which I had clung,
however, was now In shreds. Cam
eron, returning, wtlh body enfeebled
and brain confused, had spoken In his
unguarded delirium. The mask was
dropped, the screen thrown down, and
barefaced and surk be stood revealed,"
a woeful figure In the Impartial glare
At the moment I could see no exten
uation. He was a liar and be was a
coward, and all the sympathy, all the
friendship I ever felt for him died ut
terly, as 1 thought how, probably,
every untoward Incident of the past
month, with its chain of vexatious
consequences, might have been avoid
ed had he been brave to the point of
It was now plain enough for tbe
least astute to see that at some time
he had committed an act which had
aroused certain of the Chinese to re
UlLition. It waa this which I had
feared from the first. It was tbla
which be had chosen to hide.
As I paced to and fro, his craven
words rang once more In my ears:
"No, ,ii, for God's sake, not that! I
didn't ulll them! I swear 1 didn't kill
them! It was an accident!" And I
knw that he was lying. The ery
tone of his disclaimer convince me
of his gtillu He had killed, and he
cowered before the avengers.
Disgust, abhorrence, anger, all were
mine in turn.
At length I paused before a window,
and remained there, with my back to
the room, looking down on the with
ered garden behind the house, yet see
ing nothing but the red of my own pas
sion. A touch upon my shoulder aroused
me to a realization of my surround
ings, and informed me that I was not
alone. Startled as one awakened ab
ruptly from a dream. I turned, and
turning, there came a revulsion. Every
surcharging emotion that had held
and bound me gave way Instant
ly to a violent self-reproach, excited
by the pathos of Evelyn's sad, ques
tioning eyes and sadder, quivering
My Impulse was to take her In my
arms, and pacifying, to plead pardon
for what must have seemed to her an
Inexcusable churlishness. But the con
ditions which so recently she had set
upon me forbidding the coveted em
brace, I compromised on a hand-clasp.
"My dear child," I began, earnestly,
"I'm sorry. But then you must know
bow what we Just saw and heard dis
tressed me. I think I have been mad
since we left that room. I hardly
know what I hare been doing. To Bee
him so unstrung, dementev!. raving.
To bear him "
But she would not allow me to fin
ish. "Philip!" she cried, passionately
"Oh. Philip! Can't you see? Don't
you understand? It Is a mistake, an
awful nightmare of a mlstako. That
creature over there Is not my uncle.
I am convinced that bo is not my
An Enigma and Its Solution.
To my amazement 1 found that ETe
lyn meant more than I fancied. My
Interpretation of her wordk' w that
Cameron waa not In his right mind
that he was not her Uncle Robert, as
she had known him But In a very
brief moment she disabused me.
"It Is not he. at all." abe declared,
with emphasis. "There is a resemb
lance, yes. But tbe man you found
In the street Is not Robert Cameron;
I am sure of that."
The Idea that I had brought there,
not my friend, but my friend's double,
seemed to me too preposterous for a
moment's entertainment. I fear I sus
pected. Just then, that Evelyn's reason
had been warped a trifle by the rack
ing scene of which we bad been wit
nesses. "I would to God, mr dear child," I
said, sympathetically, "that you were
right. But there can be no question
as to the Identity of tbe sick man.
Every one who has seen bin recog
nized him at once Checkabcedy, Lou
Is, Stephen, Dr Massey No.no. Evelyn,
you Uiust not be misled by bis rav
ings." And at ibis point there oc
curred to me a tentative explanation
one in which I did not In tbe U.sst be
lieve, but which, at all evast. was
vartk trying; om wkick, Maat). I
frayed would serva.
"Cameron, yon ataat remember, has
bee with his CklBea captors for four
weeks. In that time he must hava
picked up soaethlBf of thHr language)
It la only nataral that he should. 8a,
you aee, to bear klm ase a few words
of pldgta-Engllsh la kU Insane gibber
ish Is sot so remarkable, after all. And
as for that spirited denial Just before
he wrapped ot to sleep. It Is very evi
dent that tkey accused him of some
thing with which he had no connec
tion, though quite cognizant of the
But the girl would have none of It.
Tolerantly she listened, and tolerantly
she smiled when I had finished.
"No. no. Philip." sh Insisted. 1 sea
it all quite clearly. Whatever crime
was committed, the creature lying
there committed it But be Is not my
uncle. Others mistook tbe resemblance
for Identity, Just as you did. only the
situation was reversed. Those who
abducted Uncle Robert thought they
were abducting that villain we are
It was an Ingenious notion, bat of
course it was not possible. However,
I saw that It would be Idle to continue
to dispute with her.
"What would you suggest, then?
Shall we send our Invalid to a hos
pital?" I asked. In pretended serious
ness. But very sagely she shook her head.
"Oh. no," she returned. "We must
keep him. He Is very valuable to us.
Perhaps we can do as contending
armies do arrange an exchange of
In spite ot my wretchedness, I sup
pressed a smile. It was all very amus
ing;, and yet the fear that she was suf
fering aberration due t "listeria, tem
pered pitifully the humor of it.
When, later In the afternoon, Dr
Massey called, I told him everything,
Including this hallucination of Eve
lyn's. "You did perfectly right." he said. In
tone of cordial approval. "The malady
with which Cameron la afflicted has a
tendency to distort certain lineaments.
Especially at times of excitement his
face changes, so that Miss Grayson is
Justified In fancying that this Is not
tbe Robert Cameron she knew. I
have noticed the dissimilarity myself,
but It is due, of course, entirely to dis
torted expression. In a couple of days,
at most, he will be fully restored, and
then be himself will be the best one to
rectify her error. Meanwhile, if I were
you, 1 would not dispute her. She has
gone through a great deal, and gone
through it bravely; Indeed with a cour
age that Is qmlte phenomenal, and she
Is entitled to any little consolatory be
liefs that abe chooses to entertain."
And then, as If such advice were not
wholly superfluous, he added: "Be
kind to her, Clyde! be good to her.
She Is a wonderful young woman."
Whereat I grasped his bend, and
promised him, lifting him a notch In
my estimation because of bis perspi
cacity And all the while a lump kept
rising in my throat and threatening
my tear ducts.
On the following day I heard noth
ing from Miss Clement, which some
what surprised me, though she had
told me that her prospective Inform
ants were likely to take their own
time. Early, on the second morning,
however, I had a cote from her, the
enigmatic character of which Impelled
me to speculation.
"Dear Mr. Clyde," she wrote, "I hope
you can make It convenient to visit me
this evening, at the Mission. I want
to talk with Ling Fo, an exceptionally
well-educated young Chinaman, who
tells me that his people are much mys
tified over a recent event; and, If
what he says be true and I never
knew him to lie a new complexion la
placed upon this whole matter. Coma
about nine-thirty, after our service Is
Aa Dr. Massey's orders forbidding
any one save Mr. Bryan to enter Cam
eron's room. Issued immediately after
our hideous experience, had not yet
been rescinded, ou" Vscwlidge of his
condltlou was, perforce, gleaned entire
ly through physician and nurse Both
now assured me that he was progress
ing satisfactorily, and that there had
been no return of the dementia.
Evelyn still persisted In her notion
that the patient was not her uncle, but
his double, and following the doctor's
directions I refrained from trying to
convince her of the truth; even going
so far as to pretend that I believed
as she did, and planning to begin ne
gotiations through Miss Clement and
her Chinese confidants for an ex
change of captives as soon as our host
age was able to be moved.
"I am to see Miss Clement, tonight,"
I told her, late that afternoon, "also an
Oriental acquaintance of hers, who ap
pears to be Informed on the subject
which Interests us. It is possible that
he will prove the very person who can
arrange It all "
"Let me go with you." she urged,
laying a beseeching hand on my arm
"Do let me go with ou, Pblllp I am
so anxious.- It will seem years If I
have to wait here for you to bring ma
the news; and there are sure to be
some things you will forgU to ask
about. If I'm not there to prompt you."
In spite of tbe un flattery of ber
speech I smiled, Indulgent Her great
blue eyes, pathetically pleading aa ber
words, were able advoeataa. It
terd to deny her mt aay
stances, and now, aa I thought It over.
I aaw no reason why in this Instance
she should not have ber desire.
"Yes," I agreed, "you shall go. Bat
remember, ycu must be very careful.
for the present at least, not to let slip 1
the slightest Inkling that we suspeci
our Cameron Is not the real Cameron.
We are seeking Information, you know,
Evelyn, not squandering It"
Pell street wore Its night gaudery
when the Cameron electric brougham
with Evelyn and myself aa occupanu
glided to a halt before tbe door of the
Mission yver which Miss Clement ably
and successfully presided. The pale,
varitinted light of lanterns from the
balcony ot a restaurant across the
way, mingling with the flickering yel
low beam of the city's gas lamps,
threw Into sharp relle.f the curious
pendent bla.k signs with their red
cloth borders and fjlldeJ Chinese let
tering, hanging bfore shop doors. It
revealed, too, oddly contrasting figures
of loungers and pedestrians, residents
and Visitors. And It bared, back of all
that was bizarre, the commonplace
brick fronts of the typically American
buildings, with their marring gridiron-
lng of fire-escapes To Evelyn, rarely
observant, the combination was Inter
esting, but disappointing.
"It does not look at all as 1 expect
ed It would," she said to me. "It hasn't
the air It Is neither one thing nor the
other. It is like a stage scene, care
lessly mounted "
As we alighted at the Mission door,
the last notes of a familiar hymn,
mangled In words and melody almost
beyond recogi' 'on, flowed out to Join
the babel ot street sounds; and before
we could mount the hUo steps there
had begun to pour forth a motley,
malodorous freshet ot felt-shod soles,
that gave us pause; blocking, for a
few minutes, not merely the ascent
but the sidewalk as well.
When, at length, the way was clear.
and by direction of a youth at the en
trance, we bad passed through the
close, lll-smelfing hall, where tbe lights
bad already been lowered, we came
upon Miss Clement, alone In a little
well-venttlated and brightly-lighted of
fice or parlor, Jutting off at the rear..
If she was surprised at seeing Eve
lyn, she gave no sign. She welcomed
us both with h.e smiling cordiality of
a life-long friend. Hut abruptly her
"I tried to get you on the telephone
an hour ago," she explained, "but
there was some trouble with the wire.
I hoped to save you this Journey for
"Your protege couldn't come?" I
"Unfortunately, no," she returned,
with a little quaver In her voice. "My
protege will never come again. He
was shot to death. Poor, poor Ling
"Shot to deathl" I cried, while Eve
lyn, with cheeks suddenly pale and
eyes wide, held her underllp fast be
tween her teeth, and gripped hard on
the arms of the rocking chair In which
Miss Clement had placed her.
"Yes." And this strong, sweet
faced, gray-haired woman In gray, her
momentarily-lost composure quite re
covered, laid a quieting hand softly
over Evelyn's tensed clutch. "Yes.
That sort of thing Is not unusual down
here, you know. There is always more
or less bad blood between the tongs.
But It was most unfortunate, Just at
this time, because I feel sure he could
have told you something worth learn
ing. I'm glad he was a good boy. He
was one of the few converts that are
"Perhaps he knew too much," I
But Miss Clement made no com
ment I fancy It was out ot considera
tion for Evelyn that she' refrained
from endorsing my conclusion; while
I reproached myself for being less
thoughtful, I waa all the more con
vinced that I had voiced the motive
for the shooting.
Aa Evelyn did not ask for particu
lars, I profited by the lesson thus
taught and curbed my curiosity. But
I was In no mood to drop the subject
From Miss Clement's note It was clear
that Ling Fo had already commnul
cated to her some ot the more Impor
tant facts In this connection, and of
these I hoped to possess myself.
"And so. Miss Clement," I ventured,
sharpening my wedge, "Chinatown la
mystified, I understand."
' 8he was seated, now, by her little
desk, and for a moment had been turn
ing up, searchlngly, one paper after
another, from an open drawer. At
my observation, she paused and raised
her glance, a folded sheet of note size
In her hand; for a heart-beat her eyes
"Yes," she said at length. "China
town la all at sea, so to speak."
"Over what?" I pressed.
Slowly she unfolded tbe scrap of
writing she held, and before replying
she read It through, slowly and delib
erately. "If you don't mind," she proposed,
"I would prefer not to talk about It
I am In a peculiar position here, Mr.
Clyde, as you can well understand,
and I can't afford to play false to
those who trust me. At the same
time I do not always know whom
among these people to trust 8ome
one who knew them very well wrote,
once upon a tlma, something Ilka tfcla:
Too can take a Chink ar from Me
Away from his lotteries, fiddles and
Tou can' five, his queue to the barker.
But you can't set down to the roots thai
start . . .,
From ths yallow base ot hie relteer
And It's very true. There are tae
here who pretend to adore me, wk
would think nothing of treatise bm
as they treated poor Llag To, If tkey
euapected I knew anything and gerew
"I don't want you to thlak I'm t
coward. Miss Grayson," ah want oa,
turning, to Evelyn. "I tklak I've prwre4
to you that 1 want to help ye aat
mean to. but I'm rather upset teal!,
and I'm so afraid we ah all have to tat
matters rest a little longer. There I
one thing, though, that you caa e
for me, If you wilL"
The last sentenoe was addreeeed t
me, and I made haste to assure her
that she had only to com man d ma.
Aa abe bad spokes she had beea
folding and refolding tka paper Is kr
hand, until it waa now a tiny, oe
'Take this," she Bald, handing
to me, her voice a low murmur, "
after you have read It, deatroy It I
shouldn't want It found in my posv
"1 understand, Miss Clement," I re
turned and the folded square weavt
Into my waistcoat pocket
"It may mean more to you." ake
added, In a whisper, "than anything
I could say."
When once more In the brougham,
speed'ng northward, Evelyn, who had
been unusually taciturn throughout
the Interview, aBked me a queetiou.
"Did you mean what you aald,
"What did 1 say?" I queried.
"That you understood."
"I understood that It might not ke
well for her to have thla letter of
Ling Fo's about"
"But the rest? Her refusal to talk?
Her uneasiness? Her fear of possible
traitors?" she persisted.
Once more she had gone straight to
the heart of the situation. I had been
as puzzled as she by the missionary''
attitude of constraint which I could
not attribute wholly to the tragedy she
had told us of; and I admitted aa
much to Evelyn.
"If she suspected eavesdroppers,"
the girl argued, "she said too much.
If she didn't fear being overheard, why
couldn't she tell us all she knew?"
Tor want of a better answer I aald:
"Perhaps the letter will solve the
enigma," and plucking It from my
pocket with thumb and forefinger I
began carefully to unfold It
The Interior of the vehicle waa bril
liantly alight, and though we were
already far beyond the Chinatown
zone and the chance observation of
any lurking spies, I nevertheless choee
discreetly to draw the shades prior
to outspreading the written page.
Before the sheet with its nstwork of
creases was quite flattened, Evelyn,
who waa bending attentively near, ex
claimed In surprise, "It Is her own
handwriting! See, It Is written by
MIfs Clement herself!"
Already absorbed, I made no re
sponse. Avidly my eyes were racing
over the lines; greedily, my brain waa
"Tidings of the cruel murder of
Ling Fo have Just renched me, Whes
you come, as I know you will, I shall
not dare to speak what I have written,
and which Is all that tbe poor boy
ever told me. Already there are splea
about me, and your visit Is a risk to
us both. I would have prevented it If
"Three weeks ago, according to Ling
Fo, a white man was abducted by or
der ot the Six Companies, and shipped
to China for punishment, aboard a
tramp steamer. Ling Fo would not
give me the white man's name or any
of the particulars, save that sixteen
years ago he bad committed a crime,
known to every Chinaman In America
as 'The Crime of the Bable Lorcha,'
or 'black funeral ship,' by which near
ly one hundred Chinese coolies loat
"It seems now that this man, who
they thought was on the ocean, sud
denly reappeared In New York, a few
nights ago. He was recognised and
set upon by two Chinamen, but he
escaped, and the Six Companies and
all the tongs are In a ferment over the
Evelyn's hand was on my arm aa I
read, her face close to mine, reading
with me. Having finished, I held the
sheet lw a moment, watting for ner
to signify that she, too, had reached
tho end. And in that moment the
brougham came to a sudden halt.
Before either of us could voice a
v l the door on my side waa
.idied violently epeu, and the ktrna
ateel muzzle of a revolver covered me.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
A False Alarm.
"Mrs. Gabblt felt quite foolish mat
"How did that happen?"
"Mr. Oabblt opened bis mouth sev
eral times, aa If he were Juat about
to get In a word edgeways, and Mrs
Gabblt talked a blue streak for aa
hour before she fouud out he waa