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SERIAL STORY (oop'rigai, wu, A. u. uoUlvrg Ju.) v SYNOPSIS. . . Robert Cameron, cftpltallnt. consults Philip Clyde, newspaper publisher, re garding anonymous threatening letters he has received. The flrst promises a sample of the writer's power on a certain day. On that day the head la mysteriously cut from a portrait of Cameron while the lat ter Is In the room. Clyde has a theory 'hat the portrait was mutilated while the room was unoccupied and the head later removed by means of a string, unnoticed by Cameron. Kvelyn Orayfcon, Cameron's niece, with whom Clyde Is In love, finds the head of Cameron's portrait nailed to a tree, where It was had been used as a target. Clyde pledges Eveiyn to secrecy. Clyde learns that a Chinese boy employed by Phllatus Murphy, an artist living . nearby, had borrowed a rifle from Cam erons' lodgekeepr. Clyde makes an ex cuse to call on Murphy and Is repulsed. He pretends to be investigating alleged l"f"ctlons of the same laws and speaks rr flndlnc the bowl of an op'um pipe un der the tree where Cameron's portrait was found. The Chinese boy Is found dead next morning. While visiting Cam eron In his dressing room a Nell Qwynne mirror Is mysteriously shattered. Cameron becomes seriously 111 as a result of the shock. The third letter appear mysteri ously on Cameron's sick bed. It makes direct threats against the life of Cameron. Clyde tells Cametrin the envelope was empty. He tells Tlvelyn everything and plans to take Caieron on a yacht trip. The vacht picks up a fisherman found drifting helplessly In a boat. He gives the no me of JoHnson. Cameron disap pears from vacht while Clyde'a back la turned. A fruitless search Is made for a motor boat seen by the captain Just be fore Cameron disappeared. Johnson Is al lowed to go after being closely questioned. Evelyn takes the letters to an expert In Chinese literature, who pronounces them of Chinese origin. Clyde seeks assistance from a Chinese fellow college student, who recommends him to Tip BIng, most prominent Chinaman In New York. The latter promises to seek Information of Cameron among his countrymen. Among Cnmeron's letters Is found one from one Addison, who speaks of seeing Cameron In Pekln. Cameron had frequently de clarea to Clvde that he had never been In China. Clyde calls on Dr. Ad,dlson. CHAPTER XIII. Continued. "This Isn't anything like berl-berl. Is It, doctor?" 1 began. My Ideas of the disease I mentioned were or the haziest character. I knew, however, that It was common In the Orient, and thither I would lead htm. ' "Oh, no, Mr. Clyde," be answered, suavely enough, now. "Berl-berl Is merely the eastern name for multiple neuritis. You haven't a neuritis or you would know It. 1 saw a great deal of berl-berl In China and on the Malay peninsula." "Do I remember to have heard Cam eron say he contracted It In the east?" I asked, plunging for a connection. "I don't recall that Cameron ever .had It," was his response. And then his brow grew thoughtful. "Are you sure he told you that he had; and that he was attacked while In In Asia?" I noted his hesitation over fixing the place, and wondered. At all events I had arrested his Interest. Purposely I adopted a tone of uncertainty. . "M.n.nn I pan't say definitely. But I had an Impression that" And there I paused. When I continued It was with the direct question: "Do you hap pen to know, doctor, whether Cameron was ever In Peking? It seems to me It was " "I do know that he was In Peking," he Interrupted, almost savagely. "He was In Peking, In September, 1903. To be exact, he was there on the four teenth day of that month. I have rea son to know It a particular reason to know It." After all, how easily the Information I craved had come to me! And yet I would have been glad to hear the contrary; for Cameron had assured me, In all solemnity, that he had never been In China, and It Jarred upon my conception of the man's character to discover that be had tried to deceive me. 1 could only conclude that his purpose was praiseworthy. But Dr. AddiBon had not finished. "Tell me!" he was demanding, ea gerly. "Tell me! I have excuse for asking. Has he ever admitted to you that be was there?" "Now I come to think of It," I re turned, "he hasn't. But I had the In formation Jrom some one, 1 am pretty sure." With an effort the physician com manded hlmBelf. When he spoke again he was comparatively composed. "Mr. Clyde," he said apologetically, "I am not Riven to discussing personal matters with my patients, but the fact that you and Cameron are friends, and the fact rhfet this subject has come up, make It almost imperative, I suppose, that I should explain brief ly the feeling I have Just exhibited. Five years ago Rob Cameron and I ware about as near counterparts of I The I Sable 1 Lorcha I M Horace Haieltine CO. CO - s. Damon and Pythias as ever exkted. While Cameron was In Europe, I had an opportunity to go around the world with a patient. We dawdled a good deal, and, you understand how uncer tain correspondence Is under those circumstances. I never knew Just where 1 should be at any given time, Consequently, a number of letters were missed by both of us. I was still thinking of Cameron as In England or on the European continent, when lo and behold, I saw blm one morning, hurrying along the principal street of (he Inner city of Peking. I don't know whether you have ever been there or not, but If you have, Ju know what that thoroughfare la. It was all bustle and activity that day, and about as crowded as Broadway at (he noon hour, but with much more picturesque and contrasting currents of Individuals and vehicles. I was In a carriage, myself, and Cameron was afoot, walking In the opposite direction. As we passed each other, be did not seem to see me, though I called to him loudly. This, however, did not surprise me, for there was an ungodly racket in progress. Instantly, I had the carriage turned about, but before I could overtake him, he was lost In the crowd. I was leaving Pe king that afternoon, and so bad no chance to look him up. I wrote him afterwards and. told him of the Inci dent, and how I regretted having .to go away without exchanging at least a word with him. To my amazement he not only denied laving been In Peking, but In the Chinese empire at all. When we met In London, the fol lowing spring, and I recalled the mat ter, asking why he had refused to admit what I knew to be the truth, he became icily indignant; and that was the beginning of the end. If I bad conceded the possibility of mis take on my part, all might have been well, I suppose; but there was no such possibility. I had known Cameron for twenty-odd years, and I could not have made an error. I had seen him dis tinctly, clearly, at midday in the open. It was he beyond all peradvnture, and from that time to this I havte been unable to conceive why he lied to me, and why he hose to end our friend ship rather than admit what was in dubltable fact." His explanation finished, be reached for a pen, and, as he dipped It in the ink, he added: "I trust you will pardon me, Mr. Clyde. I have detained you." " "You have Interested me," I assured him. "And that more than I can tell you." Which was quite true; yet I was even more perplexed than inter ested. To the maze of circumstances there was now added another baffling feature. Dr. Addison banded me the prescrip tion he bad written. "After meals, and at bedtime." be directed, with a return to his profes sional manner. "If you do not find yourself much better at the end of a week, come in again." On the sidewalk I tore the little square of paper Into bits which the wind carried in a tiny flurry across Madison avenue. CHAPTER XIV. The Dark of Doyers Street. At one o'clock that day, Evelyn Grayson Joined me at luncheon at Sherry's. She had been in no mood to wait any longer than was absolutely necessary for tidings of my visit to Dr. Addison; and, moreover, she had news of her own which she was anxious to convey to me. I have often wondered why it is that the I-told-you-so passion is inher ent in all women. There are those who manage to control It with ad mirable success under average circum stances, but soooner or later, even the most courageous battlers against -this maternal heritage succumb, and in dulge In a sort of disguised orgy of reproach. Evelyn might have told me, for in stance, that Captain MacLeod, after careful investigation, had been unable to discover either hair or hide of Pe ter Johnson in Gloucester or else where, and stopped there. That is what a man would have done. But, altogether admirable though she was, the eternal feminine was strong with in her. Therefore It was incumbent upon her to add: "It doesn't surprise me, Philip. When you told me how you picked that man up, I was confident that he was floating out there in your path Just for that very purpose." I had no inclination to dispute the point with her. That was the moBt painful part of it. I knew that she was right that in putttng Peter John son ashore, instead of in irons, I had committed an error that might prove Irremediable. But why couldn't she see that I realized it, and was smart ing under my own condemnation, and so have spared me this added torture of hers? Why? Because she was her mother's daughter. That is the only answer. As for my Interview with "Pythias" Addison, we discussed it fin all its phases, without reaching anything like a definite conclusion. Taking ev erything Into consideration the evi dence certainly seemed convincing that Cameron, in spite of bis denials, had been in China in 1903. And yet we could not reconcile this with that almost fanatical love of truth which we knew to be his. "Couldn't Dr. Addison have been mtetaken?" Evelyn asked. "It is possible, of course," I an swered. "Yet Cameron's face and fig ure .are not of a common type. Be sides, I don't believe In doubleu. I have heard of so-called wonderful like nesses, tut 1 1 have never seen any that would deceive a friend of twenty years' standing." A little later she inquired whether the defective engaged to shadow Phl letua Murphy had furnished a report. "Yes," I told her, "It came in my morning's mall. Murphy Is still at Cos Cob. He didn't leave his bunga low all day yesterday, and he had no callers." "I'm crazy to know what rou learn tonight from Yup Sing," she went on, eagerly. "Oh, how I do hope it will gtve us some hint! It seems terrible to think of Uncle Robert In the hands of those unconscionable Chinamen. And, Philip, don't you think you had better take some one with you? I suppose Mr. Yup is to be trusted, bt at tho same time, you must remember you are going into the enemy's camp, and you should be careful." But I laughed at the notion of tak ing a body-guard. "I'm to meet blm at nine o'clock," I told ber, "In a public restaurant. Be sides, there'll be a crowd of those 'Seeing New York' people down there about that time, and Chinatown will be on its best behavior. So never fear, little girl. Do you want me to tele phone you when I get uptown? You know I'm going to stop tonight at my rooms In the Loyalton." "Of course I want you to telephone me," she returned, emphatically. "It shouldn't take you very long to hear what Mr. Yup has to tell, should it? I shall be expecting you to call me up between ten and half-past, or by elev en at the latest; so don't dare to go for curjer Zrzt." ' "As if I could think of supper," I said, looking at her In a way I had, "when I might be hearing your voice!" Could I have foreseen what the night was to bring forth I certainly should have discouraged her waiting for my message. But the power of pre vision is given to few of us, and of those few I am not one. Assuredly I had no misgivings as, after dining at the University club that evening, I stepped into an elec tric hansom and gave the driver the address of the Doyers street restau rant. Whatever it may have been in the past, I believed the Chinatown of the present to be, outwardly at least, a reasonably law-abiding section of the borough of Manhattan. And was not I that night the guest of one of its most honored citizens? What, there fore, had I to fear? On the contrary, as we turned from the Bowery Into that little semicircu lar thoroughfare which is perhaps the most characteristic of Chinatown's three principal streets, I was pleasantly- interested. This was quite a different place from that which I had visited the afternoon before. Then, a sort of brooding qultet reigned over what was so ordinary as to be scarce ly distinctive; for that part of Mott street on which the Yup Sing estab lishment Is located, I have since learn ed, is merely one of the gates of the real Chinatown, of which Doyer street is the heart and center and which awakens only after nightfall. Now the place was alive and alight Narrow roadway and atlll narrower sidewalks were thronged with a com bination of denizens and sightseers. Shop fronts and upper windows glow ed with varying degrees of brightness. From the Chinese theater on the left came a bedlam of inharmonious sounds: the brazen crash of cymbals, the squeaking of raucous stringed in struments, the resounding clangor of a gong. Voices high-pitched and voices guttural, mingled with hoarse and strident laughter, echoed from wall to wall of the street's encroaching squalid buildings. Before the leaBt unpretentious of ail these structures, my hansomstopped, and as I stepped to the curb I got a glimpse of its banner and lantern strung balcony, giving to the street a touch of color that helped lo lift it Into an atmosphere which, if not Oriental, was at least vividly un-American. Finding now that I had anticipated my appointment by something like ten minutes I chose to watch further the kaleidoscopic scene without, rather than pass the time waiting at a table within; and to this end took up a posi tion of vantage on the restaurant's low step. Whether I am more or less keenly observant than the average man I do not know. Probably any one as fas cinated by the general scene as was I, would have noted as closely its indi vidual elements. I am not sure. But the truth is that In a very few mo ments I had acquired a mental photo graph of the opposite side of the street, in so far as it came within my direct vision. In other words every detail of the background of the mov ing picture before me was indelibly printed upon my mind's retina. There was the playhouse, with its plain, rec tangular doorway, unadorned, save by a quartette of rude signs; two above, slanting outward, and one on either side, all announcing "Chinese Thea ter," and one giving the current at traction In Chinese characters, with the added notice, "Seats reserved for Americans." To the left of this was a quick lunch restaurant, with white painted bulk window, beneath which a pair of cellar doors spread Invitingly, one of them resting against a conven tional American milk can. On the theater's right was a laundry, dim and evil-looking, two plpe-smoklng celes tials decorating its low step. And be yond this was the wide opening to a basement, above which, in white Roman lettering on a black ground, I road the legend: "Hip Sing Tong." Again and again my gaze persisted In returning to this sign and the dim ly lighted cavern beneath It. The place held for me the inexpressible, unfathomable charm of the mysteri ous, beside which the heathenish racket of the theater across the way- the sinister aspect of the dismal laun dry and its pair of plpe-smoklng guar dians, even 'the constantly changing procession of varied types In roadway and on sidewalks, exerted but meager allure. From time to time dark, silent fig ures glided vaguely into view only to disappear within this maw of mystery. Once, while I watched, I had seen a figure Issue forth to be lost again in stantly In the distant gloom of the curving street. Now, reverting once more to this magnet, after a moment's truancy, my eyes were rewarded by sight of another slowly emerging form, silhouetted nebulously against the dusk. At the head of the steps It paused, uncertainly, and then, instead of glid ing swiftly away In the direction of Pell street as did the other, it turned in my direction, passing almost at once Into the comparatively glowing radius of the street lamp opposite. I saw then that it was a man, thin to emaciation, round-shouldered, and crooked limbed. Whether some one Jostled him. or a voice from the road way startled him, I don't know. But for some reason "tie turned his head suddenly, and the light from the lamp fell full upon a face, stubble-bearded, deep-lined, and repellent, the face not of a Chinaman but of a white man; a face Into which I bad looked but twice, and then but for a brief mo ment; yet a face as Indelibly fixed In my memory as were the grim fronts of the buildings now behind It the face of Peter Johnson, the pretended castaway. I think I must have had it In mind to pick him up bodily and carry him away with me that I might by Inquisi torial torture wring from htm a con fession. Otherwise I should have adopted a less eager and more subtle method of bringing the miscreant to book than that which 1 rashly at tempted. Before I considered the sit uation I was across the street and at his heels. My finger tips, indeed. were at his shoulder. In the fraction of a second I should iave had him gripped and have beeu buttling blm through the crowd as my prisoner. But at the Instant of seeming success, he eluded me. In some strange way he caught alarm and, shrinking be neath my hand, darted slnuouBly off, between this pedestrian and that, with the flashing speed of a lizard But, though be escaped my clutch, my eyes were more nimble. With them I followed him until I saw him drop between the cellar doors which gaped beneath the white bulk window of the quick luni room. And where fmy eye8 went , wmt after Another brief moment and, without thought or heed, I was plunging in pursuit down that short, steep flight of steps plung ing from a light-1, peopled, noisy pub lic street Into tbe collled gloom and grim silence of a low underground basement. And, as misfortune would have It, I must needs catch my heel on the edge of one of the treads, and go sprawling on my hands and knees; while a poignant pain shooting cruelly through my ankle told me that a sprain was added to my mishap. For a minute I lay as I had fallen, prone and motionless; and in that space I realized tbe foolhardlness of my whole course of action. My very intrepidity had contributed to disaster. Instead of accomplishing a capture 1 had cast myself, disabled, into the mesh of the enemy. The Inky darkness and profound si lence of the place augmented, of course, my apprehension. In vain I strained my eyes to distinguish an ob ject, my ears to detect a sound, yet knew that the uncanny creature I had followed must be close to me; lurking possibly, with raised or pointed weapon to mete out my fate once be mule sure of my position. The minute it could hardly have been more, though, as I think of it, it seemed infinitely prolonged ended in a sound above and behind me. Very softly, carefully, some one was closing the cellar doors. Stealthily muffled though it was, tbe faint creaking of the hinges shattered tbe spell which held me, and In spite of my tortured ankle, I managed to gain my feet But by now the silence reigned once again and In tbe engulfing blackness I lost all sense of direction. Tbe suspense' of the moment was unendurable. To stand there waiting. not knowing when or from what quar ter I should be set upon, was nervous torment so hideous that in shear des peration I plucked my match box from my pocket, drew forth a match and struck It to a blflze. As It flared forth, routing tbe shadows In disorderly, if but temnorarv. retreat. I made aulck searching survey of my dungeon. To my amazement I Mas apparently quite alone. Relieved, in a measure at least. I employed another match and still an other, hobbling painfully about (he grimy, low-celled basement. In diligent inspection. My flrst thought was that Johnson was In hiding, and having lo cated me by my own lighted matches. waited now only an opportunity to throw himself upon me from behind. But I very soon discovered that be had fled. Evidently he had retraced his steps up the rude ladder to the street, closing the doors after blm to check my further pursuit The place Into which 1 had followed Mr was evidently a Chinese candy, manufactory and cake bakery. To the right of the entrance were rows of shelves containing Jars of what I recognized as sweetmeats peculiar to tne celestial. Jn a large dowi on rniiffh (nhla nr ontinter wns the granu- lated Hour with which these confec tions are Invariably powdered; ana here, too. were boxes of round. Jumble like cakes. I saw now that the space upon which I bad fallen was so re stricted that I wondered how It wa nnss'hla for mv rmnrrv to have reach ed the steps snd reascended without touching me or at least acquainting me with bis movement. And I mar veled, too, that twisting my ankle as ( did, I had not plunged at a slant and truck mv head nnon one or another of the crowding tables and boxes wltk which the cramped basement was iur ctlshed. My third match disclosed a narrow door In tbe broad partition at the rear, and fancying that perhaps the elusive Peter Johnson bad escaped by that means while I was getting to my feet, I Inst no time In seeking to investigate what was beyond. I was somewhat sur prised to And the door unfastened. Once open, it revealed a smaller and more crowded room, warm and fetid. Into which were packed no less thaa half a dozen barreU of raw and cook ed peanuts, arranged about a low stove on which a peanut-filled caul dron was slowly steaming. Curiously Interesting as all thla would have been under ordinary cir cumstances, I experienced only a sur prised relief, for with my injured an kle I was In no fettle to cope, with even the .weakest adversary. Indeed, now that this easement was afforded me, my sprain suddenly asserted itself with renewed exacerbation, sharp twinges of pain shooting to my knee snd demanding instant relief. In front of the low stove I had no ticed a stool, and for this I groped with the eagerness of the drowning man after a straw. To my Joy I laid hands upon It. and drawing it nearer sank down with a sigh of gratification comparable only to that with which a Marathon victor drops to earth after a hotly-contested race. Gradually, now that my weight was removed, the pain lessened, and a sense of comfort ensued. Content ment enfolded me, which. If I thought of It at all. I attributed. I suppose, to the reaction from the agony which I had Just been suffering. I remember thinking that I would rest a few min utes and then take my departure as I had entered, for I realized that cellar doors ara fastened only from within, and that there could, therefore, be no Impediment to my going when I chose. I distinctly recall that I was con scious of a certain strange incongruity of situation, but could hardly compre hend In Just what the Incongruity con sisted. I knew only that I felt pleas antly warm and drowsy; and my sprained ankle had ceased altogether to pain or annoy. And then, I was sailing In an open boat in mldoceau, and Peter Johnson, in oilskins, sat at tbe helm, with a saturnine leer on his face, and tugged at brief Intervals, always longer and stronger, upon what seemed to be the sheet, which bad become wrapped around my throat and chest and which, by degrees, was crushing my windpipe and lungs, so that my breath came only In sharp, shuddering, aching gasps. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Neatly Caught An angler once missed his gold cigarette-case, and, being very much upset about It, but not being quite certain whether it bad been lost or stolen, resolved not to mention the matter to a soul not even to his wife. Two years had passed by when, on his happening to meet with a piscatorial acquaintance by the riverside, the man astonished him by remarking: . "I say, did you find that cigarette case you loBt some time ago?" "No," replied the angler to the mora astonished Inquirer; "but you did!" Truth About Proud Man. "When r. womaa gets frightened at night she Just pulls tbe bed clothes over her head, says she Is terrified ouj of her wits, and goes to sleep," says one who knows, "but with a man it is different He says he Is not afraid, pushes the clothes down and lies trembling awake for two or three hears, straining his ears at every sound."