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The House oi Whispers ft WILLIAM JOHNSTON *9 Oopyrt*** «T UttU, Srowi 4 0« CHAPTER XI—Continued. While I was debating the situation In my cell, a keeper opened the door. "You're wanted downstairs," he an nounced. "What la It?" I asked, wonderlngly. "You've got a visitor." "Who?" I questioned eagerly. Could It, I wondered, be Barbara? Had my sternly repressed longing to see her in some way communicated itself to her through the ether and Impelled her to throw caution to the winds and come to the prison to see me? "I don't know," the keeper answer ed. "It's a man. I don't know who he Is." A man. Who could It be? In all the monotonous time I had been be hind the bars, only two men had to see me, Gorman and McGregor. It could not be either of them, for both were well known to the prison attend ants. coma As I hastened down the long corridor past the dismal row of barred doors, I was revolving In my mind the possibilities of my caller's Identity. Who could It be? Spurred on by my curiosity, I hastened Into the coun sel room. There sat my great-uncle Rufus. He looked In much better physical condition than when I had last him, more vigorous and healthier. His skin was browned from exposure to the sun and wind, and his eyes were dearer and brighter. As I studied his face I could trace no vestige there of 'he terrible fear that had seemed to obsess him on the last occasion of meeting. our Foi a moment we eyed each other without speaking. I was wondering— and well I think I might—whether the suspicions I had at times In regard to him had been wholly without foun dation. Could it be possible that the crafty, miserly old chap was the mas ter mind at the bottom of all the mystery and plotting? As ray previous suspicions came up in my tnind I de termined to be wary In what I said to him. The fires of anger toward him began to kindle within me as I looked at hlm. I felt that It was his fault that I was locked up here. Meanwhile he had been studying me. His keen old eyes had surveyed me trom head to foot, returning to rest fixedly on my face, as though he was trying to read my thoughts. I won dered mind. what was . passing In his Was he Inwardly chortling at the plight In which he found me? Was he distressed to see a blood-relative behind the bars? Did lie believe that I was guilty of the murder of Daisy Lutan? How had he learned of my arrest? What was his purpose Id coming to see me? But fils expression was unfathomable, so far ns I wns concerned. He was the first to speak. "So—you didn't do it, did you?" "Of course not," I retorted Indig nantly. "Did you suspect that I was a murderer?" He shook his head disparagingly, smiling an Inscrutable Binile. "The evidence against you certainly looks convincing." "I don't care," I exclaimed with heat. "I'm as Innocent of the killing of Daisy Lutan as"—I hesitated—"as you are." Ho nodded his head approvingly. "There, there, boy, don't get excited. Of course I know you are Innocent. You're of the Gaston blood, and there never was a Gaston that was a mur derer or a lawbreaker. I never sus pected you for a single second. I was off In the Mnlne woods twenty miles from a railroad. I didn't see a news paper until day before yesterday eve ning. My eye Just happened to catch a paragraph about the Granddeck. It was about your trial for the murder of Miss Lutan being set for next week. That was the first I had heard about It. I traveled all night to get to you." My feelings toward him underwent « sudden revulsion. There was every evidence of sincerity in his manner. The knowledge that he. believed In me was the most welcome news I had heard since my Incarceration. "We'U soon have you out 'of here," he went on, "now that I am here to help you. I got you Into this, and I'll get you out Of It If It takes every cent I possess. There's more than one fight left In old Rufus yet Now start at the very beginning and tell MOVEMENTS OF INSECT8 Insects do not steer by shifting the abdomen from side to side, as has been supposed, but by pressure from changing the angle and force of the wing beats. This is the conclusion of D r. F. Stell wnag, of the University of Erlaugeu, who has succeeded In mak ing close observation of the (lights of dragon files, bees and other In sects, by means of light passing though a shuttered slit. Direction was changed without abdomen movement. me — TEfLîtS w ' V . hRt * r f"® f 11 W C* to talk freely ^ o/ ny ,i d 0DCe and for a " clt *ar ed of am suspicion toward my old great-uncle. I began my story how the tie of blood Is of trouble. Some strong In time ... ... 1 found 11 vastly easier to tnlk with my aged relative than It had been with either Gorman lawyer. 1 began with my chance meeting with Barbara Bradford In the park as the blackmailers awaited her there I told everything that had with the utmost detail, even to such 8 "" U " at,ers as Brat meeting with Wick and the undue curiosity he had exhibited as to my acquaint ance with the Bradfords. I recited the story of my unaceoutable charge In disgrace from my position and told of Gorman's unavailing ef forts to learn the "The day 1 was discharged," I went on, "I had drawn out from the savings bank all my money with the or my followed dls reason. purpose of sending It to m, mother to whom I was in debt. I still had it with when I arrived home at the apartment and I decided to put it in the wnll safe, to which, you recall, you had given me the combination. Out of mere curiosity"—I made this confes sion with a blush of shame—"I had In spected the contents of the safe the day of my arrival and had examined the two caskets. The minute I opened the safe this second time I saw that It had been looted." "What, me exclaimed my great-uncle, starting from his seat "not the pearls !" I nodded. "Everything. The casket with the pearls was gone. The other with the trinkets was undisturbed." "Good heavens !" he exclaimed. "My wife's pearls stolen ! Why, boy, I paid a hundred and fifty thousand dollars for that string. Tell me everything about It—everything, at once." I could only repeat what I had told him already. When I had opened the safe on Sunday the pearls were there. When I had opened it again on the fol lowing Saturday the pearls were gone. "Of course you told the police at once." I explained to him why I had not done so, and my reason seemed to satisfy him. "Go on with your story," he calmly directed. He seemed to have himself well In hand again. After the first shock at hearing of the loss of the pearls he showed no sign of emotion or displeasure. He listened intently as I told him of my second meeting with Barbara Bradford when I had learned that the Bradford wall safe had been looted, too, and the papers abstracted con cerning the ar-nullraent of Claire's first marriage. He nodded his head slightly when I told him of the anony mous notes found on the floor in both apartments. "Did you hear the whispers, too?" he questioned. "Yes." I answered, "I heard them several times. Barbara has heard them, and the laundress, too." A look of unspeakable relief came over his face. "I'm glad to know that others have heard them besides myself. When a man gets old his nerves sometimes play him strange pranks. The whis pers seemed so unreal and Incredible that I feared that I was suffering from the hallucinations of old age. Now that I know that the whispers are real, sound of voices there that made the whispers. I suspect it was used by whoever left the anonymous notes ln there Is nothing to fear." "And," I observed, "I believe, I am almost positive, I can explain the origin of the whispers." "Tell me," he cried, his manner now entirely changed. He seemed elated at discovering that his brain was still dependable. It was as if a burden had suddenly been lifted from him. Here was my opportunity. Gorman had utterly refused to credit my story of a secret passage and had ridiculed it. There had been no way that I could prove It, nor was it possible for Gorman to have Investigated the walls of the Granddeck, even If he had placed any credence In my story. With my great-uncle It was different As the occupant of the apartment ha would have every right and oppor tunity to explore and verify my state X told him how, while specu ments. lating as to the origin of the whispers, I had observed the discrepancy in the measurements of the apartment and had verified my deduction that there space enougu for a passageway big enough for a man to traverse in the wall between the room I had oc cupied and the long hall, intently as I described the plan of the In detail and nodded his ap ■ M He listened rooms proval. "And what Is more," I added tri umphantly, "Barbara Bradford and I had Just discovered an opening Into It by pushing the wall panel in my room back and then sliding It along. We Inspecting It when we heard the were shot In the apartment below. I closed the panel and ran downstairs and have had no opportunity since to Investi gate, but I am sure the passage Is there. I am convinced that It was the ; ! FORESAW CONQUEST OF AIR Mut Brother-In-Law of Oliver Crom well Had Some Ideas That Appear Crude Today. John Wilkins, who married Roblna. sister of Oliver Cromwell, in 1056, had original Ideas on flying. He set forth hls theories In a book In which he dis cussed four possible varieties of avia tion : By splrlta or angels, by the help the room, and that the person or per sons who looted the safes entered and escaped by that means. I would not e surprised If It was not by means of this passageway that the murderer of Miss I.utan escaped, after he had his revolver in dresser." left ihe drawer of my My great-uncle shook his head plexedly. "If sounds Improbable—too much like a romance. They do not build modern apartment buildings with cret passageways. Space is far too valuable, and besides, all plans have to be filed with the city's bureau of buildings." _ "But It's there," I cried desperately. "I saw It. Barbara Bradford saw It." "Well, soon find out about It. I have pcr he comforted me, "we will many matters to attend to today, but tomor row I shall go up to the apartment, and if there Is such a passageway I shall find It and see where It leads." "Then you are not staying in the apartment?" "No, I shall remain at a hotel until my wife returns." At this Juncture a prison attendant approached and informed him that the time of his visit was up. Imperiously my great-uncle waved the man away. Somehow the possession of great wealth carries with It a manner of ex pecting obedience from every one that generally is successful. The withdrew, muttering to himself and left us undisturbed. "Now tell me about the murder," Mr. Gaston directed. Concisely I stated the facts as I knew them. It was a shock to him to hear that at least two of the trusted attendants at the Granddeck, Wick and the telephone girl, were of the criminal class. "Tut, tut, tut," be exclaimed. "Just think of it I That's the worst of living In a big city. You never know what sort of people there are about you. I'll call up Mr. Kent, the owner of the building, this afternoon and have him get rid of them at once." ''Please don't," I cried. "Gorman and I are both convinced that Wick and the girl know something about the murder. Don't do anything to let them know that they are under sus picion. So long as they are employed at the Granddeck we know where to lay hands on them when we want them." "That's so," he admitted. 'TU say nothing for the present. As I won't be living there until after this Is cleared up, it can make no difference. BUM fl Mf p** 1*. » / \ [■ // j j | t fl « mms • "You're a Wonderful Liar, You Are," Was His Surly Greeting. But, look here, young man, why doesn't this Bradford girl come forward and clear you of this charge? She was with you at the time. She knows you didn't do It." "Because I will not permit her to do so," I replied with heat bara Bradford!" "That's it, Is it?" he commented, giv ing me a quizzical glance from under his bushy white eyebrows. "I wouldn't for all the world," I con tinued, "have her mixed up In this. Her sister is to be married tomorrow, and the scandal might stop the wed ding; and besides I'm not going to have It known that she was there alone with me that night In my rooms. I love her too well for that. Some day I am going to ask her to be my wife." "And on what do you expect to mar ry?" he Inquired. "Of course I have said nothing as yet," I hastened to explain ; 'Tve noth ing to offer her." "No," ha agreed, "you've nothing to offer her"—and then with a meaning glance he added a little word that In spite of my predicament made my heart sing with joy and stirred my ex pectations mightily—"you've nothing to offer her—yet "But cheer up," he advised as a part ing word of counsel, "I'll get In touch with Gorman and your lawyer as soon as I leave here today, and tomorrow we will find out about that secret pas sage you think you have discovered." Compunction that I ever had doubt ed the integrity of his purpose toward me smote as he departed. I tried to think of something to say to express gratitude to him, to let him know I bov much * appreciated his coming at 0ÄCe t0 aidi but 0,6 onl y thing I I love Bar of fowls, by wings fastened tmmedi- j ,] ately to the body, aud by a flying | chariot. Wilkins wrote that the fourth way ; seemed to him "much more useful [ than the rest ; and that Is by a flying 0 chariot, which may be so contrived as to carry a man within It ; and though the strength of a spring might J perhaps be serviceable for the motion ' MERIDIAN. IDAHO could think of slipped Jrom'my lip«: "I am sorry about the pearls." "So ara I." he answered grimly, and went his way. One thing now I certainly was sure of—his was not the master-mind that had planned all the criminal deeds, but the mystery of the Granddeck was still as much of a mystery ns ever. CHAPTER XII. It was the second day after this— the day set for Claire Bradford's wed ding—that In the morning, much ear lier than customary, Gorman came to the prison to see me. I met him jubilantly. - My uncle's un expected return to the city and his generous and convincing offers' of aid hud filled me with new hopes. I trusted, too, that old Rufus' keen eyes quickly would discover the secret pas sageway now that I bad Indicated to him where to look for It. I was confi dently expecting that the resulting de velopments quickly would free me from even the suspicion of being a murderer. The minute, however, that I laid eyes on Gorman I knew that something had gone wrong. "What Is ltî" I cried. "What's the matter now?" "You're a wonderful liar, you are," was his surly greeting, "with your pipe dreams aDout secret passageways and stolen pearls." "What do you mean?" I replied. I had not the least Idea what he was getting at. "You almost had me believing you," he said savagely. "If It wasn't that I knew that Wick and that girl up there were crooks I would wash my hands of the whole affair." "I don't understand," I answered In Every statement I have dignantly. made to you has been the absolute truth." "Yes, It has!" he sneered. Ordinarily I would have resented anyone talking to me In this manner, but I felt that under no circumstances could I afford to quarrel with Gorman. He was the only friend I had In the whole city that I could rely on, ex cepting of course my great-uncle. I contented myself with merely reassert ing: "I tell you It Is all true—every word of It." "The old man's home—old Rufus," he responded irrelevantly. "I know," I replied. "I saw him for a few minutes day before yesterday. He promised to do everything In his power to free me as speedily as pos sible. After talking with hlm I am confident that he had nothing what ever to do with any part of the plot. Have you seen him?" "Yes," said Gorman, significantly, "I've seen him. He looked me up yes terday and we went over the case to gether. He suggested that we go up to the Granddeck and look over the apartment, and we did. The minute we got In he went to the wall safe and opened it up and—" Gorman stopped short and looked at me. "Go on," I cried, "what did you find?" "We found," he said, speaking slow ly and putting special emphasis on his third word, "two jewel boxes there, the one with the pearls and the other one." "What." I cried, aghast at this In credible bit of news, "two Jewel cases 1" "Sure we did," he announced tri umphantly. "And the pearls were there as safe as when the old man stracted them. I suggested this theory 0 Garman. fro be CONTINUED.) went away. Now what have you got to say to that?" What could I say? I knew as positively as I knew that I was alive that on that Saturday when I had opened the wall safe to put aw'ay my money there had been but one of the jewel boxes there. I bad taken It out and had examined Its contents again. With the aid of a lighted match I had explored every corner of the steel-Uned receptacle. The box containing the pearls and the rest of the valuables In the Gaston collection was gone. Now the pearls were safely back there again. How could that be explained? The mystery was too much for me. There was not the slightest reason for me to believe that Gorman was I had found him In lying to me now. all our dealings straightforward and candid. If he said he had seen great uncle Rufus find the pearls there It must be so, but how could they have got there? Could It be possible, I won dered, that subconsciously, burdened with the responsibility of the custody of such costly gems, I might have risen In my sleep and In a somnolent state removed the pearls to some other hid ing place. No, I decided, that the ory was too preposterous and absurd for even a moment's consideration. If I had done that In my sleep I must also have restored them to the safe again In my sleep. It was far more likely that the thief, becoming alarmed over the publicity brought to the Granddeck by the murder, bad been afraid to attempt to dispose of gems so well-known as the Gaston pearls and had restored them In the same mysterious way that he had ab of this engine, yet it were better to have It assisted by the labor of some Intelligent mover. And, therefore. If It were made big enough to carry ,] ry persons together th<?n , , u thelr severa ,' sun then each of turn might suc cessfully labor in the causing of this motion, Wilkins was one of the founders 0 f the Royal society. He believed It should be "easy to frame an Instrument wherein anyone may sit and .live such i motion unto It as shall convey him aloft through the air." PROBLEMS FACING STRICKEN WORLD Shall Chaos or Reconstruction in Europe Follow the Great World War? BOLSHEVIK RULE OF FORCE P#opla Are Helpless While the Army, Privileged, Keeps Lenine In Power by Its Bayonets—Freedom la a Thing Forgotten. Article XXIV. By FRANK COMERFORD. The effort to socialize poUttcs did not democratize politics; It was not Intended to. In practical operation. It fulfilled Its purpose, It created a polit ical autocracy. The greatest power in Russia today Is the Red army. Without an army a minority government cannot exist. Force Is the strength and security of minority rule. Bayonets held the czar on his throne, the same power holds the Lenine-Trotsky government in au thority. Every inducement has been offered men to Join the army and the navy. This Is the best and almost the only job In Russia today. The soldier and sailor la at least guaran teed good food and a warm bunk. He escapes the danger of cold and starva tion. Living conditions are better In the Red army than in an; other occu pation. Section 19 of Article 3 of the consti tution is Interesting: "For the purpose of defending the victory of the great peasants' and workers' revolution, the Russian So cialist Federal Soviet Republic recog nizes the duty of all citizens of the republic to come to the defense of their socialist fatherland, and it, therefore, Introduces universal military training. The honor of defending the revolution with arms is accorded only to the workers, and the non-working ele ments are charged with the perform ance of other military duties." Only "Reds" Allowed Firearms. No one else In Russia is allowed to have or carry arms. This rule Is strictly enforced, and searches have been made almost weekly in search of arms. It is a serious matter to have a firearm In Russia If you are not a member of the army. As a conse quence, the one armed force in Rus sia today Is the Red army. This is the backbone of the bolshevik govern ment. The people are utterly help less, As long as the army is well fed, warm and well clothed, it will con tinue to be the most popular occupa tion in Russia. Carrying out the general plan of socializing, the bolshevik government stripped army officers of rank. In do ing this they tried to live up to the constitution forbidding the bourgeoisie entering the army, However, this theory, like many others, did not work out in practice. Skill in military di rection is indispensable to an effective military machine. Facing civil war, with the Red army alone between the government and disaster. Lenine and Trotzky found It expedient to turn their backs upon the constitution. It was necessary to have trained men as officers, and the bourgeoisie to whom they had deuied citizenship and the honor of defending the republic, were called upon to advise the army. Albert Rhyse Williams is a devoted friend of Lenine's. He was so enam ored with the bolshevik movement that he offered to join the Red army. He has written a biography of Lenine, from which I quote: "He (Lenine) sent an automobile with Red guards to the fortress of Peter and Paul to fetch part of the counter-revolutionary staff in prison there. "'Gentlemen,' said Lenine, as the generals filed into his office, T have brought you here for expert advice— Petrograd is in danger. Will you be good enough to work out the military tactics for Its defense?' They as sented. Generals Denied Better Treatment. " 'Here are our forces,' resumed Lenine, indicating upon the map the location of the Red troops, munitions and reserves. 'And here are our latest reports upon the number and disposi tion of the enemy troops. Anything else the generals desire they will call for.' "They set to work and toward eve ning handed him the result of their deliberations. 'Now,' said the gen erals, Ingratiatingly, 'will the premier b.e good enough to allow us more com fortable quarters?* " 'My exceeding regrets,' replied Lenine ; 'some other time, but not Just now. Your quarters, gentlemen, may not be comfortable but they have the merit of being safe.' The staff was returned to the fortress of Peter and Paul." I have given this excerpt from the life of Lenine, not because the Inci dent is Important, but because it Illus trates the difference between bolshevik theory and practice. I am not criti cising Lenine's good sense in promptly abandoning the foolish theory he wrote in the constitution—I am trying to emphasize the foolishness and Im practicability of the theory. Bolshevik Breach of Faith. So in the very beginning of the ex periment called bolshevism. Its leaders broke their promise and treacherously Truck down the peoplA convention. i the constituent assembly. Evidence of their breach of faith is found in the bolshevik birth certificate, the first proclamation of the bolshevik govern ment. Second, they commanded the peas ants to seize the land, and by so doing they gave sanction to dishonesty. Third, they sent democratic methods and machinery to the scrap pile and built the soviet machine, a plan of gov ernment which robbed the people of all say In their own affairs. Fourth, they founded their govern ment on force, the right of might. Fifth, they delivered the power to a class of officeholders. Sixth, they discriminated unjustly against the "poor peasants." Seventh, they disfranchised good Russian men and women, whose only fault was that they were thrifty and Industrious. Eighth, they destroyed freedom of speech and of the press. Ninth, they stand for revolution and blood. Instead of political action and evolution. Tenth, last but of greatest moment, the bolshevik government built Its tional house on the dangerous founda tion of minority rule. One evidence of the minority rule In bolshevik Rus sia Is found in the 1919 registration of voters In Moscow and Petrograd. It is estimated that Moscow has a population of almost a million and a half, yet out of this great number only 13,600 Toters registered. Petrograd, with a population of between 600,000 and 750,000, registered a little less than 15,000 voters. These two cities are admitted to be the strongholds of bolshevism. The registration figures show that about one per cent of the people of Moscow and Petrograd are sufficiently attached to bolshevism to register. Thought Not Destroyed. Bolshevism snuffed out the light in Russia when it killed freedom. It did not destroy thought; It merely drove it Into the darkness. It has not con quered the manhood and womanhood of Russia ; it has but disarmed them. Somewhere I have heard or read that tolerance Is a quality of freedom ; that Intolerance is a symptom of des potism. Maybe I am thinking of the Greek conception, the Idea of Plato. Surely, tolerance Is no part of the bol shevik program. In a letter addressed to the workers of Europe and America, dated January 21, 1919, Lenine wrote: "Now, no conscientious working man and no sincere socialist can fall to see what shameful treason against so cialism was perpetrated by those who, In line with the mensheviks of Russia, with the Seheidemanns and Suede kums of Germany, with the Renaudels of France, and Vanderveldes of Bel gium, with the Hendersons and Webs in England, and with Gompers and Co. In America, supported their bour geoisie In the war of 1914-1918." Another paragraph from Lenine's letter : "Side by side with these cowardly pennywise mongers who are stuffed with the prejudices of bourgeois de mocracy, side by side with these so cialists, who yesterday defended 'their' imperalistic governments, and who today confine themselves to platonic 'protest' against 'military in tervention In Russia,' side by side with them, we see in the allied coun tries an increase in the number of those who have chosen the communist road." Comrade Lenine attacks Samuel Gompers, the president of the Amer ican Federation of Labor, and the la bor movement of America, for loyalty to our country In the hour of her greatest trial. Lenine brands every soldier and sailor who offered his life to stop the kaiser and his Prussian machine in the mad effort to conquer the world, a supporter of the bour geoisie. Lenine assails and condemns the manhood of the world that an swered the "help" cry of Belgium when Prussia was raping and murder ing Belgium In the front yard of Eu rope. What would have happened to Russia if ' these brave men whom Lenine now assails had not offered themselves? Russia would have been lashed to the kaiser's chariot, Christ chained to a Krupp gun. The first of all the bolsheviks will not go down In history as—"Lenine the Tolerant." (Copyright. 1S10, Western Newspaper Union) Urges Trial of Hindenburg. The very fact that the trial of Hin denburg would create a sensation among the German people Is conclu sive evidence that he Is one of the men who should be tried. Little or nothing would be accomplished by haling a few nobodies before allied courts and mak ing them scapegoats for the atrocities committed in the name of warfare. The proposal of the allies to try the guilty Is in the Interest of the cause of justice; to impress on the German people and all the world that right and justice prevail and cannot be flaunted under the cloak of modern warfare; that murder and looting are murder and looting even when backed by militarism.—Chicago Evening Post. Argentine Offers Loan. A. Tornquist of Buenos Aires, spe cial envoy of the Argentine govern ment mission Investigating the finan cial situation in Europe, has arrived In Paris. He will tell M. Klltx. minis ter of finance, on behalf of the presi dent and government of Argentina that both the executive and the gov ernment are entirely favorable to an other credit of $200,000.000 to Great Britain, France and Italy without col lateral. A previous credit of the same amount has been exhausted and a new arrangement Is necessary in order that there may be no check In exportations from Argentina to Europe.