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• * The Mystery of a 5ilenf, l,ove • • ^r’Ckvalkr WlLLIAEl LE QIJEUX (J AUTHOR <>/• "THE CLOSED BOOK/’ ZTC• ILLUSTRATIONS fy C D RHODES voRr/tfc/fr ar mr smart- ssr eu&usrav co W W ¥ W SYNOPSIS. Gordon Gregg Is called upon tn Leg horn by Hornby, the yacht Loin's owner, and dining aboard with Mm and his friend, Hylton Chater, accidentally sees a torn photograph of a young girl. That night the consul's safe Is robbed. Tho police find that Hornby is a fraud and tile Lola's name a false one. Gregg vis its Capt. Jack Dumford of the marines aboard bis vessel. Dumford knows, but will not reveal, the mystery of the I.ola. It concerns a woman." In London Gregg is trapped nearly to his death by a former servant. Ollnto. Visiting In Dumfries Gregg meets Muriel Lelthcourt. Hornby appears nnd Muriel Introduces ntm as Martin Woodrofte. her father's Gregg finds that she is engaged to woodrofte. Gregg sees a copy of the torn photograph on the I.ola und finds ™»t the young girl Is Muriel's friend. Woodrofte disappears Gregg discovers the body of a murdered woman In Ran noc.i wood. The body disappears and In Its place Is found the body of Ollnto. Gregg talks to the police but conceals Ills own knowledge of the woman. Muriel calls secretly on Gregg and tells him that she Is certain that a woman as well as a nian >has been murdered. They search Knnnoch wood together, and find the body of the woman. Gregg recognizes her as Armlda, Ollnto's wife. Gregg tells rnc police, but when they go to the wood tho body has disappeared. CHAPTER VII—Continued. That night, after calling upon the detective, Mackenzie, I took the sleep ing car express to Euston. The res taurant which Hutcheson had Indicated was, I found, situated about halfway up Westbourne Grove, nearly oppo site Whiteley’s. It was soon after nine o'clock when I entered the long shop with its rows of marble-topped tables and greasy lounges of red plush. An unhealthy-looking lad was sweeping out the place with wet sawdust, and a big. dark-bearded, tlabby-faced man in shirt sleeves stood behind the small counter polishing some forks. "I wish to see Signor Ferrari,” I said, addressing him. "There Is no Ferrari, he is dead," re sponded the man in broken English. *•».* Iiutuc io UUUUUU. I UvfU £>D l tut? place from madame.” "I have come to inquire after a waiter you have in your servioe. an Italian named Santinl. lie was my servant for some years, and I naturally tuke an interest in him." "Santini?” he repeated. “Oh. you mean Olinto? He Is not here yet. He comes at ten o'clock." This reply surprised me. I had ex pected the restaurant keeper to ex press regret at his disappearance, yet - he spoke as though he had boen at work as usual on the previous day. "\ou find Olinto a good servunt, 1 suppose?" I said, for want of -some thing else to say. "Excellent. The Italians are the best waiters In the world I ntn Russian, but 1 dare not employ a Russian wait er. These English would not come to my shop if I did." “How long has Olinto been with you?" I inquired. "About a year—perhaps a little more. I trust him implicitly, and I leave him in charge when I go away for holidays. He does not get along very well with the corffc— who Is MI S' "lancse. These' Italians from different provinces always quarrel," he added, laughing. “If you live in Italy you know that, no doubt.” I laughed in chorus and then, glanc ing at my watch, said. “I'll wait for him. If he will be here at ten. I'd much like to see him again.” The Russian was by no means non plused. but merely remarked: "He is late.sometimes, but not often. He lives on the other side of London—over at camoerwen. • Suddenly a side door opened and the cook put his head In to speak with his master In French. He was a typi cal Italian, about forty, with dark mus < taehes turned upwards, and an easy going. careless manner. Seeing me. however, and believing me to be a cus tomer, he turned and closed the door quickly. In that Instant I noticed the high broadness of his shoulders, and 3>le back struck me as strangely simi lar to that of the man In brown whom we had seen disappearing In Rannbch -wood. The suspicion held me breathless Presently Odlnzoff went outside, car • rying with him two boards upon which the menu of the “Eightpenny Lunch eon! This Day!” was written in •crawly characters, and proceeded to affix them to the shop front. This was my opportunity, and quick . as thought 1 moved towards where the unhealthy youth was at work, and whispered : * “1*11 give you hwif-a-sovereign If ' you'll answer ay questions truthfully. Now, tell me, was the cook, the man I've Just seen, here yesterday T” “Emilio* Yes. sir.'* “Was he hsre the day before?" "No. sir He's been away ill for four Aey* "And your master?" I had no time to put any further question, for the Russian re-entered at that moment, and the youth busted himself rubbing the front of the coun ter in pretense that I had not spoken to him. Indeed. 1 had some difficulty In slipping the promised coin into his hand at a moment when his master was not looking. While 1 stood there a rather thin, re spectably dressed man entered and •Mtsd himself upon ons of the plush lounges at the farther end, removed his bowler hat and ordered from the proprietor a chop and a pot of tea. Then, taking a newspaper from his pocket, he settled himself to read, ap parently oblivious to his surroundings. And yet as I watched I saw that over the top of his paper he was carefully taking in the general appearance of the place, and his eyes were keenly following the Russian's movements. So deep was his interest in the place, and so keen those dark eyes of his, that the truth suddenly dawned upon me. Mackenzie had telegraphed to Scotland Yard and the customer sitting there was a detective who had come to investigate. I had advanced to the counter to chat again with the proprie tor when a quick step behind me caused me to turn. Before me stood the slim figure of a man in a straw hat and rather seedy black jacket. “Dio Signor Padrone!” he cried. I staggered as though 1 had received a blow. Olinto Santini in the flesh, smiling and well, stood there before me! CHAPTER VIII. Life’s Counter-Claim. No word of mine can express my ab solute ..wad abject amazement when I faced tho man, whom I had seen ly ing cold and dead upon that gray stone slab in the mortuary of Dumfries. My eye caught the customer who, on the entry of Olinto, had dropped his paper and sat staring at him in wonderment. The detective had evi dently been furnished with a photo graph of the dead man. and now, like myself, discovered him alive and liv ing. "Signor Padrone!" cried the man whose appearance was so absolutely bewildering. "How did you find me here? I admit that I deceived you when I told you I worked at the Mi lano,” he went on rapidly in Italian. "But it was under compulsion—my ac tions that night were not my own— but those of others." "Yes, I understand.” I said. "But como out into the street. I don’t wish to speak before these people. Your padrone knows Italian, no doubt." And turning with a smile to the Pole. I apologized for taking away his serv ant for a few minutes. And when we were outside, Olinto walking by my side in wonderment, I asked suddenly: Tell me. Have you ever been in Scotland—at Dumfries?" "Never, signor. In my life. Why?” “Answer me another question," I said quickly. "You married Armida at the Italian consulate. Where Is she now—where is she this morn ing?" He turned pale, and I Baw a com plete change in his countenance. “Ah, signore!" he responded. "I only wish I could tell.” "I cast no reflection what Pl'Pr imon you. Olinto; I have merely inquired after your wife, and you do not give me a direct reply." We had walked to the Royal Oak. and stood talking on the curb outside. "1 give you no reply, because 1 can’t," he said in Italian. "Arraida— my poor Armida—has left home.” "Why did you tell me such a tale of distress regarding her?" "As I have already explained, sig nore, 1 was not then master of my own actions. I was ruled by others. Rut 1 saved your life at risk of my own. Some day. when it is safe, I will reveal to you everything." ‘ILet us allow the past to remain." I said. "Where is your wife now?" He hesitated a moment, looking straight into my faoe. •“IlUe truth is. Signor Commenda tore, that my wife has mysterioualy disappeared. Last Saturday at eleven o'clock she was talking over the gar den wall with a neighbor, and was then dressed to go out. She apparent ly went out, but from tlut moment no one has seen or beard of her." it was on the tip of my tougve to tell him the ghastly truth. y«t so strange was the circumstance that his own doubfte. even to the mole upon his face, should be lying dead and hurled in Scotland that I hesitated to relate what I knew. "She Bpoke English. I suppose?" “She could make herself understood very well,” he said with a sigh, and I saw a heavy, thoughtful look upon his brow. That he was really devoted to her. I knew. With the Italian of whatever station in life, love is all consuming—It Is either perfect love or genuine hatred. The Tuscan char acter Is one of two extremes. I glanced across the road, and saw that the detective who had ordered his chop and coffee had stopped to light his pipe and was watching us. "Rut why haven't you told the po lice?” "I prefer to make Inquiries for my self." "And in what have your inquiries re sulted V "Nothing—absolutely nothing," he said gravely. “You do not suspect any plot? I recollect that night In Lambeth you told me you had enemies?” "Ah! so 1 have, signore—and so have you!” he exclaimed hoarsely. "Yes, my poor Armlda may have been entrapped by them." “And if entrapped, what then?" "They would kill her with as lit tle compunction as they would a fly,” he said. "Ah! you do not know the callousness of those people. 1 only hope and pray that she may have es caped and is in hiding somewhere, and will arrive unexpectedly and give me a startling surprise. She delights in startling me,” he added with a laugh. "Then you think she must have been called away front home by some urg ent message?” I suggested. “By the manner in which she left things, it seemed as though she went away hurriedly. There were five sov ereigns in a drawer that we had saved for the rent, and she took them with her.” I paused, hesftnting whether to tell him the terrible truth. I recollected that the body had disappeared, there fore what proof had I of my allega tion that she had been murdered? “Tell me, Olinto," I said as we moved forward again in the direction of Paddington station, "have you any knowledge of a man named Leith court?" He started suddenly and looked at me. "I have heard of him,” he answered very lamely. "And of his daughter—Muriel?" “And also of her. But I am not ac quainted with them—nor, to tell the truth, do I wish to be.” “Why?” "Because they are enemies of mine —bitter enemies.” His declaration was strange, for it threw some light upon the tragedy in Rannoch wood. "And of your wife, also?" ”1 do not know that," he respond ed. “My enemies are my wife's also, I suppose.” “You have not told me the secret of that dastardly attempt upon me when we last met," 1 said in a low voice. “Why not tell me the truth? I surely ought to know who my enemies really are, so as to be warned against any future plot.” "You shall know some day, signore. I dare not tell you now.” "You said that before," 1 exclaimed with dissatisfaction. "If you are rTTTi ii! — _ Olinto Santini in the Flesh, Smiling and Well, Stood There Before Me. faithful to me, you ought at least to tell me the reason they wished to kill me In secret." "Because they fear you," was his an swer. “Why should they fear me?” But he shrugged his shoulders, and made a gesture with his hands indica tive of utter ignorance. "I ask you one question Answer yes or no. Is the man Leithcourt my enemy?" The young ltaliaoi paused, and then answered; "He is not your friend. I am quite well aware of that 1 have known him several years. When we first met he was poor." "Suddenly became rich—eh?” "Bought a fine house in the country; lives mostly at the Carlton when he and his wife and daughter are in l.undon—although I believe they now have a bouse somewhere in the West eud—and he often makes long cruises in Mo uf .id m iiank* 11 "And how did he make his money?" Again Olinto elevated his shoulders without replying. He walked with me as far as the end of Bishop's road, endeavoring with all the Italian's exquisite diplomacy to obtain from me what I knew con cerning the Lelthconrts. But I told him nothing, nor did I reveal that I had only that morning returned from Scotland. Then at last we parted, and he retraced his steps to the little res taurant in Westbourne Grove, while 1 entered a hansom and drove to ths well-known photographer's in New Bond street, whose name had been upon the torn photograph of the young girl In the white pique blouse and her hair fastened with a bow of ribbon, the picture that I had found on board the Lola on that memorable night la the Mediterranean, and a duplicate of which I had seen In Muriel's cozy little room up at Itannoch. I recollected that she had told me the name of the original was Elma Heath, and that she had been a school fellow of hers at Chichester. There- i fore I inquired of the photographer's < lady clerk whether she could supply me with a print of the negative. For a considerable time she searched in her books for the name, and at last discovered it. Then she said: "I regret, sir, that we can't give you a print, for the customer purchased the negative at the time.” "Ah. I’m very sorry for that,” I said. "To what address did you send it?” "The customer who ordered it was apparently a foreigner,” she said, at j the same time turning round the ledger j so that I could read, and I saw that ; the entry was: "Heath—Miss Elma— j three dozen cabinets and negative. Address: Baron Xavier Oberg, Vos- J nesenski Prospect 48, St Petersburg, j Russia.” Who was this Baron Oberg? The j name was German undoubtedly, yet he 1 lived in the Russian capital. From j London to St. Petersburg is a far cry, 1 yet I resolved if it were necessary I would travel there and investigate. At the German embassy, in the Carl ton House Terrace. I found my friend, ! Captain Nieberding, the second sec retary, of whom 1 inquired whether . the name of Baron Oberg was known, but having referred to a number of t German books in his excellency's li brary, he returned and told me that the name did not appear in the lists of the German nobility. "He may be Russian—Polish, most probably," added the captain. His opinion was that it was not a German name, for there was a little place ; called Oberg. he said, on the railway between Lodz and Lowiez. Next day I ran down to Chichester, and after some difficulty found the ! Cheverton College for Ladies, a big old-fashioned house about half a mile | out of the town of the Drayton road. ! The seminary was evidently a first i class one, for when I entered I no ; ticed how well everything was kept. To the principal, an elderly lady of i somewhat severe aspect, I said: ‘T regret, madam, to trouble you, i but I am in search of information you i can supply. It is with regard to a i certain Elma Heath whom you had as | pupil here, and who left, I believe, , about two years ago. Her parents lived in Durham. There has been some little friction in the family, and 1 am making inquiries on behalf of another branch of it—an aunt who desires to ascertain the girl's whereabouts." "Ah, I regret, sir. that I cannot tell you that The baron, her uncle, came here one day and took her away sud denly—abroad, I think." "Had she no school friends to whom she would probabl" write?" "There was a girl named I^eithcourt —Muriel Leithcourt—who was her friend, but who has also left." "And no one else?" 1 asked “Girls often write to each other after leav ing school, until they get married, and then the correspondence usually ceases." The principal was silent and reflec tive. "Well," she said at last, “there was another pupil who wus also on friendly terms with Elma—a girl named Lydia Moreton. She may have written to her. If you really desire to know, sir, 1 dare say 1 could find her ad dress She left us about nine months u ftor la11 m n " "I should esteem It a great favor If you would give me that young lady's ! address." T said, whereupon she un locked a drawer in her writing-table and took therefrom a thick, leather bound book which she consulted for a few minutes, at last exclaiming: “Yes, here it is—'Lydia Moreton. : daughter of Sir Hamilton Moreton. K. C. M. G., Whiston Grange. Doncas ter' *' And with that 1 took my leave, thanking her, and returned to Lon don Could Lydia Moreton furnish any i information? If so, I might find this girl whose photograph had aroused the irate jealousy of the mysterious un known. The ten o'clock Edinburgh express from King's Cross next morning took me up to Doncaster, and hiring a musty old fly at the station. I drove three miles out of the town on the Rother ham road, finding Whiston Grange to be a tine old Elizabethan mansion in the center of a great park, with tall old twisted chimneys, and beautifully kept gardens When I descended at the door and rang, the footman was not aware j whether Miss Lydia was in. He looked at me somewhat suspiciously. 1 I thought, until 1 gave him my card and impressed upon him meaningly that 1 had come from Ixmdon purposely to see his young mistress upon a very im portant matter. "Tell her," I said, "that I wish to see her regarding her friend. Miss Elma Heath" "Miss Elma ’Eath," repeated the man. "Very well. sir. Will you walk this way?" I followed him across the big old oak-paneled hall, Ailed with trophies of the chase and arms of the civil wars, into a small paneled room on the left, the deep-set window with Its dtamond panes giving out upon the old bowling-green and the flower garden beyond. Presently the door opened, and a tall, dark-haired girl In white entered with an inquiring expression upon her face as she halted and bowed to me. "Miss Lydia Moreton, I believe?" I commenced, and as she replied In the affirmative, I went on: “I have flrat to apologise (or coming to you, but Miss Sotbeby, the principal of the ■ehool at Chichester, referred mo to ■ ’ou for information as to the present | vhereabouts of Miss Elma Heath, who, j believe, was one of your most iuti nate friends at school.” And I added i lie, saying: “I am trying, on behalf )f an aunt of hers, to discover he«\" “Well,” responded the girl, "I have >nly one or two letters. She's in her inele’s hands, I believe, and he won't et her write, poor girl. She dreaded eaving us.” “Why?” “Ah! she would never say. She had some deep-rooted terror of her uncle, Baron Oberg, who lived in St. Peters- 1 burg, and who came over at long inter vals to see her. But possibly you know the whole story?” "I know nothing," I cried eagerly. ‘ ‘You will be furthering her interests, as well as doing me a great personal favor, if you will tell me what you know.” "It is very little,” she answered, leaning back against the edge of the | table and regarding me seriously. "Poor Elma! Her people treated her very badly indeed. They sent her no money, and allowed her no holidays, ! and yet she was the sweetest-tempered , and most patient girl in the whole j school.” "Well—and the story regarding j her?” "It was supposed that her people at Durham did not exist,” she explained. , "Elma had evidently lived a greater | part of her life abroad, for she could j speak French and Italian better than ' the professor himself, and therefore , always won the prizes. The class re volted, and then she did not compete any more. Yet she never told us of where she had lived when a child. She came from Durham, she said—that was all.” "You had a letter from her after the baron came and took her away?” "Three or four, I think. They were U.ik i I Villi | ’ I U > ' O BU1VUU. V/ »» V Vienna, one was from Milan, and one from some place with an unpronounce able name in Hungary. The last—” j “Yes. the last!” 1 gasped eagerly, in terrupting her. (TO BE CONTINUED.) RECLUSE IS A PHILOSOPHER Negro Found Living In Cave Near Santa Barbara. Cal., Tells Some Plain Truths. “There’s rich living in garbage,” says Orrin Swift, negro recluse, who has just come into publicity through I the lodgment of a complaint question ing his sanity, reports a dispatch from Santa Barbara, Cal. He has for 20 years lived in a little cave on the j mountainside, between Rincon and Ventura. When the officers went out to in vestigate they found him curled up in a corner of the cave sleeping the morning away. The place was lit tered with tin cans. When aroused Swift greeted his visitors cordially and explained to them his mode of life and the reason therefor “Civilization,” he said, "is only an other evidence of how slavery can be lifted up and made possibly more re fined outwardly. The man who works for his living is nothing more or less than a slave. He is a slave to the whim of his employer, who may dis charge him just like that,” and the negro snapped his finger. “If a man has an income today he may not have one tomorrow. The consequence is that both the man who toils for an employer and the man who draws his income are slaves to worry, neither of them knowing the peace and happiness that comes with the quiet life. Men would live forever if it were not for worry. That’s the most subtle destroyer the human fam ily is prey to, for it leads to all other ailments whose windup Is death. "Here 1 am living contented. No one can demand rent or taxes, and I find my living in the garbage on the town dump, many fine morsels being left iu cans and otherwise thrown away. There’s rich living in garbage.” i The man’s talk was rational, though strange, and his conduct was quiet. Therefore, the officers left him to his lonely life. “There Is a whole lot of genuine truth in his philosophy,” said the ; sheriff. "Men die from worry and what comes in its train, and the race will die more rapidly as It advances in civilization, for the burden of tax ation grows apace.” Built-In Oil Paintings. As a rule oil paintings are not strikingly successful In the average nouse. l ney oo not aariuuuize whu either water colors, blacks and whites or brown photographs and If hung In the Bame room need a wall space to themselves. Often, too, the color of the wall is not a good background for an oil. A delightful disposition for a low sort of a figure study is to leave it unframed and fit it In to the central space of the wooden chim ney piece. The picture, thus made a part of the structure of the room, and surrounded by dark wood, has a dignity and value w hlch it would never achieve in a gold frame and hanging on a wall. Strength of Fly. An Englishman hus made many ex periments with various insects, such as caterpillars, fleas, butterflies and flies, which show how extraordinarily strong these insects are. A bluebottle fly weighing 1-28 or an ounce was bitched by a thread to a tiny wagon and drew a total weight of a little over six ounces, or practic ally 170 times its own weight. A caterpillar harnessed in a similar man* ner pulled 25 times its own weight A strong man with a like equip ment of large sise can at most move bat ten tines his own weight LINER TORPEDOED 'WENTY-NINE MEN IN ALL WERE LOST AND TEN WERE INJURED. VESSEL HAD CONTRABAND Vmbassador Gerard Will Be Instruct ed to Inquire of German Govern ment as to Its Report. Washington. — The Dominion Yeight liner Armenian, flying the 3ritish flag and carrying mules from Newport News, Va., to England, was nrpedoed and sunk by the German submarine U-38 o(T Cornwall, Eng and, and nearly a score of American nuleteers aboard are reported lost, Lccording to messages to the State department from John S. Armstrong, ir., consul at Bristol. Twenty-nine men in all were lost ind 10 injured. The news created a sensation in m official quarters, as it wras the first ?ase of loss of American lives since the sinking of the Lusitania. The action of the Washington govern ment, however, depends almost en tirely on whether the Armenian was chartered by the British government snd was, in fact a transport of war aboard which Americans would sail at their own risk, or whether she was an unarmed merchantman. In the latter case, even though carry ing contraband, the ship should have been subjected to visit and search nnrl thnQA nhnnrH froncforroH ♦ r\ n place of safty before the destruction of the vessel was attempted, officials hold. In the absence of conclusive infor mation on these points, officials de clined to say what effect the sinking of tlie Armenian would have on pend ing negotiations between the United States and Germany. Immediate in quiry was directed, however, to Am bassador Page at London to obtain more details and when Secretary Lansing returns Ambassador Gerard will be Instructed to inquire of the German admiralty as to its rpport. Front the messages received it ap pears that in addition to the torpedo at least one shot was tired from a dis appearing rifle. The consult's report said the wireless house was “taken by second shot” It was not made clear whether the Armenian first was ordered tc halt and resisted capture requiring a second shot or whether the submarine attacked without warn ing. The fact that the number of the submarine was given indicated that she had come to the surface to make the attack. Mules are contraband of war, ac cording to all the lists of the bellig erents, so there can be no doubt as to the contraband character of the Ar menian's cargo. Officials will make an effort to learn, however, whether the vessel was armed and whether she was a part of the British naval forces before the opinion or the State Department on the case will be dis closed. Will Pay Bond Interest. Chicago. — Federal Judge Carpen ter authorized the issuance by receiv ers for the Chicago, Rock Island & Pacific Railway Company of $”,500,000 five per cent receivers’ certificates to take care of Interest due July 1 on un derlying bonds. France Makes Big Loan. Washington. — Government offi cials made no comment on the new $50,000,000 loan for France, through J. P. Morgan & Co. The practice of the government Is neither to approve nor disapprove such transactions, since under international tnd domestic law there is no legal objection. t To Train Women Police. London. — It Is proposed to estab lish in the west of England a training school where women police can bo trained for work outside London. So ia.1 u.u uiw iou policewomen in Eng laud have been trained In London, but Miork In London differs from that In other towns. Preparing ror i nree Year War. Rome. — Italian military authorities asserted that all the arms, ammuni tion and explosives factories in the kingdom were working day and night, making ready for the possibility of a continuance of the conflict for three years. Russian Minister Quits. I’etrograd —Gen. W. A. Soukhomli aofT, the Russian minister of war, has resigned. U. 8. Loses Suit. Washington. — The government lott Its supreme court suit to have declar sd forfeited to it the unsold portion of the Oregon & California Railroad laud irants, amounting to some 2,300.000 seres, valued at more than $30,000,000. Pure Food Law Valid. Washington. — The constitutional ity of the Illinois pure food law, pro hibiting in effect the sale of a food preservative containing (oracle acid, "W* upheld by the supreme court.