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Number Seventeen..............................................................................................................................................1

Louis Tracy..............................................................................................................................................1

A redfaced, loudbreathing commissionaire, engaged in the lucrative task of pocketing sixpences as quickly

People who had arrived at the theater in fine weather were emerging into a drizzle of rain. "All London," as

the phrase goes, was flocking to see the latest musical comedy at Daly's, but all London, regarded thus

collectively, is far from owning motor cars, or even affording taxicabs, so the majority of the playgoers

Still, a popular light opera could hardly fail to draw many patrons from the upper ranks of society, and, in the

crush at the main exit, Francis Berrold Theydon, hesitating whether to walk or wait the hazard of a cab,

deemed himself fortunate when a panting commissionaire promised to secure a taxi "in half a minute."

Automobiles of every known variety were snorting up to the curb and bustling off again as promptly as their

users could enter and bestow themselves in dim interiors. Being a considerate personwishful also to light a

cigaretteTheydon moved out of the way. In so doing, he was cannoned against by an impetuous footman,

He saw a tall, elderly gentleman, with cleanshaven, shrewd, and highly intelligent features, of the type

which finance, or the law, or a combination of both, seems to evolve only in big cities, escorting a young lady

from the vestibule. Then Theydon remembered that he had noticed this selfsame girl's remarkable beauty as

she was silhouetted in white against the dark background of a firsttier box. He had even speculated idly as to

her identity, and had come to the conclusion, on catching her face in profile, that she must be the daughter of

The likeness was momentarily lost now while the two neared him, yet discovered anew when they halted for

a second at his elbow. Oddly enough, the man was carrying an umbrella, which he proceeded to open, and his

"Dad," she said, with a charming smile in which there was just a hint of a pout, "aren't you coming home with

"No. I must look in at the Constitutional Club. It's only a step. I'll take no harm. This sleet looks worse than it

is when every drop shines in the glare of so many lamps. Now, in with you, Evelyn! Tell Downs to come

"No. 4 taxi!" came a voice, and Theydon saw his commissionaire perched on the step of a cab swinging in

deftly behind the waiting car. The girl, gazing at her father, happened to look for an instant at Theydon, who,

fearful lest his candidly admiring glance might have been a trifle too sustained, pretended a hurried interest in

an unlighted cigarette. That was all. The three crossed the pavement almost simultaneously.

The next moment the unknown goddess was gone, though Theydon snatched a final glimpse of her, faintly

visible, yet no less radiantly lovely, as she leaned forward from the depths of the limousine, and waved a

There was nothing in the incident to provoke a second thought. Assuredly, Frank Theydonas his friends

called himwas not the only man in the vestibule of Daly's Theater who had found the girl well worth

looking at, and it was the mere accident of propinquity which enabled him to overhear the quite

A score of similar occurrences had probably taken place in the like circumstances that night in London, and

the maddest dreamer of fantastic dreams would not have heard the fluttering wings of the spirit of romance in

connection with any one of them. It was by no means marvelous, therefore, but rather in obedience to the

accepted law of things as they are when contrasted with things as they might be, if Theydon both failed to

attach any importance to that chance meeting and proceeded forthwith to think of something else.

He did not forget it, of course. His artist's eyes had been far too interested in a certain rare quality of delicate

femininity in the girl's face and figure, and his ear too quick to appreciate the music of her cultured voice, that

he should not be able to recall such pleasant memories later. Indeed, during those fleeting moments on the

threshold of the theater, he had garnered quite a number of minor impressions, not only of the girl, but of her

In some respects they were singularly alike. Thus, each had the same proud, selfreliant carriage, the same

large, brilliant eyes, serene brow and firm mouth, the same repose of manner, the same clear, incisive

enunciation. Neither could move in any company, however eclectic, without evoking comment.

They held in common that air of refinement and good breeding which is, or should be, the bestmarked

attribute of an aristocracy. It was impossible to imagine either in rags, but, given such a transformation, each

would be notable because of the amazing difference that would exist between garb and mien.

It must not be imagined that Theydon indulged in this close analysis of the physical characteristics of two

complete strangers while his cab was wheeling into the scurry of traffic in Cranbourn Street. Rather did he

essay a third time to light the cigarette which he still held between his lips. And yet a third time was his intent

A policeman stopped the eastbound stream of vehicles somewhat suddenly at the corner of Charing Cross

road; owing to the mud, the taxi skidded a few feet beyond the line; a lamp was torn off by a heavy wagon

coming south; and a fierce argument between taxi driver and policeman resulted in "numbers" being

demanded for future vengeance. Then Theydon took a hand in the dispute, poured oil on the troubled waters

by tipping the policeman half a crown and the driver half a sovereignthese sums being his private estimate

of damages to dignity and lampand the journey was resumed, with a net loss, to the person who had

absolutely nothing to do with the affair, of twelve and sixpence in money and nearly ten minutes in time.

Theydon was not rich, as shall be seen in due course, but he was generous and impulsive. He hated the notion

of any one suffering for having done him a service, and the taxi man might reasonably be deemed a real

So far as he was concerned, the delay of ten minutes was of no consequence. It only meant a slightly deferred

snuggling down into an easy chair in his flat with a book and a pipe. That is how be would have expressed

himself if questioned on the point. In reality it influenced and controlled his future in the most vital way,

because, once the cab had crossed Oxford Street and turned into the quiet thoroughfare on which the first

The cigarette, lighted at last after the altercation, had filled the cab with smoke to such an extent that Theydon

lowered a window. At that moment the driver was slowing down to take the corner of the even more secluded

road which contained Innesmore Mansions and the gardens appertaining thereto, and nothing else.

Necessarily, Theydon was looking out, and he was very greatly surprised at seeing the unknown gentleman of

He could not be mistaken. The stranger tilted back his umbrella and raised his eyes to ascertain the name of

the street, as though he was not quite sure of his whereabouts, and the glare of a lamp fell directly on his

Being thus occupied, he did not glance at the passing cab, or recognition might possibly have been

mutualpossibly, though not probably, because, during that brief pause on the steps of the theater, he stood

beside Theydon; hence, he was halfturned toward his daughter while they were discussing the night's

In itself the fact that he had gone in the direction of Innesmore Mansions rather than toward the

Constitutional Club was in nowise remarkable. Nevertheless, he had deceived his daughterdeceived her

intentionally, and the knowledge came as a shock to his unsuspected critic in Theydon.

He did not look the sort of man who would stoop to petty evasion of the truth. It was as though a statue of

Praxiteles, miraculously gifted with life, should express its emotions, not in Attic Greek, but in the

"Well, I'm dashed!" said Theydon, or words to that effect, and his cab sped on to the third doorway.

Innesmore Mansions arranged its roomy flats in blocks of six, and he occupied No. 18.

He held a florin in readiness; the rain, now falling heavily, did not encourage any loitering on the pavement.

For all that, he saw out of the tail of his eye that the other man was approaching, though he had paused to

The cab made off as Theydon ran up a short flight of steps. Innesmore Mansions did not boast elevators. The

flats were comfortable, but not absurdly expensive, and their inmates climbed stairs cheerfully; at most, they

had only to mount to a second storey. Each block owned a uniformed porter, who, on a night like this, even in

Theydon took the stairs two at a stride, opened the door of No. 18, which, with No. 17, occupied the top

landing. He was valeted and cooked for by an exsergeant of the Army Service Corps and his wife, an

admirable couple named Bates, and the male of the species appeared before Theydon had removed coat and

"Bring my tray in fifteen minutes, Bates, and that will be all for tonight," said Theydon.

Bates took the coat and hat, and Theydon entered his sitting room, a spacious, square apartment which faced

the gardens. He had purposely prevented Bates from coming immediately with his nightly fare, which

Truth to tell, the artistic temperament contains a spice of curiosity, which is, in some sense, an exercise of the

perceptive faculties. Theydon wanted to raise a window and look out, an unusual action, and one which,

For once in his life a man who bothered his head very little about other people's business was puzzled, and

meant to ascertain whether or not the unknown was really calling on some resident in Innesmore Mansions. It

was a harmless bit of espionage. Theydon scarcely knew the names of the other dwellers in his own block,

and his acquaintance did not even go that far with any of the remaining tenants of 48 fiats, all told.

Still, to a writer, the vagaries of the tall stranger were decidedly interesting, so he did open a window, and did

thrust his head out, and was just in time to see the owner of the limousine which would call at the

Constitutional Club in a quarter of an hour mount the steps leading to Nos. 1318. Somehow, the discovery

Could that pretty girl's father, by any chance, he coming to visit him? A wildly improbable development had

been whittled down to a fivetoone chance. He closed the window and waited, yes, actually waited, for the

The sitting room door was open, and it faced the hall door. Footsteps sounded sharply on the slate steps of the

stairway; when Theydon heard some one climbing to the topmost landing he was almost convinced that, as

usual, the unexpected was about to happen. It did happen, but took its own peculiar path. The unknown rang

Theydon smiled at the anticlimax. A trivial mystery had developed along strictly orthodox lines. A rather

goodlooking and distinctly welldressed lady, a Mrs. Lester, occupied No. 17. She lived alone, too, he

believed. At any rate, he had never seen any other person, except an elderly servant, enter or leave the

opposite flat, and he had encountered the tenant herself so seldom that he was not quite certain of recognizing

her apart from the environment of the staircase which provided their occasional meeting place.

Then he sighed. Romance evidently denied her magic presence to one who wooed her assiduously by his pen.

He was yet to learn that the alluring sprite had not only favored him with her attentions during the past twenty

minutes, but meant to stick to him like his own shadow for many a day. And he frowned, too.

He did not approve of that pretty girl's father visiting the attractive Mrs. Lester in conditions which savored

of something underhanded and clandestine. The man had deliberately misled his daughter. He left her with a

lie on his lips; yet never were appearances more deceptive, for the stranger had the outward aspect of one

"Oh, dash it all, what business is it of mine, anyhow?" growled Theydon, and he laughed sourly as he sat

down to write a letter which Bates could take to the post, thus himself practicing a slight deceit intended

It was apparently an unimportant missive which could well have been postponed till the morning, being

merely an announcement to a firm of publishers that he would pay a business call later in the week. In less

than five minutes it, and another, making an appointment for Wednesday, this being the night of Monday,

"Kindly post those for me," said Theydon, glancing at the letters. "Better take an umbrella. It's raining cats

The man had found the door open, and left it so when he entered. Before he could answer, the door of No. 17

was opened and closed, with the jingle inseparable from the presence of many small panes of glass in leaden

casing, and footsteps sounded on the stairs. For some reasonprobably because of the unusual fact that any

"Mrs. Lester's visitor didn't stop long," was the comment. "He came up almost on my heels."

Vaguely aware that he had committed himself to a definite knowledge as to the sex of Mrs. Lester's visitor,

"I didn't actually see any one on the stairs, but I heard an arrival, and jumped to the same conclusion as you,

Tacitly, master and man shared the same opinionit was satisfactory to know that Mrs. Lester's male

visitors who called at the unconventional hour of 11:30 p. m. were shown out so speedily. Innesmore

No lady could live there alone whose credentials had not satisfied a sharpeyed secretary. Further, Theydon

was aware of a momentary disloyalty of thought toward the distinguishedlooking father of that remarkably

Bates went out, closing the door behind him: he donned an overcoat, secured an umbrella and presently

descended to the street. Yielding again to impulse, Theydon reopened the window and peered down. The

stranger was walking away rapidly. A policeman, glistening in cape and overalls, stood at the corner, near a

The tall man, who topped the burly constable by some inches, halted for a moment to post a letter. Whether

by accident or design he held his umbrella so that the other could not see his face. Then he disappeared. Bates

came into view. He dropped Theydon's letters into the box, but he and the policeman exchanged a few words,

which, his employer guessed, must surely have dealt with the vagaries of the weather.

For an author of repute Theydon's surmises had been wide of the mark several times that night. The

policeman had seen the unknown coming out from the doorway of Nos. 1318, and had noted his stature and

"O, nothing. On'y, if I was togged up regardless on a night like this I'd blue a cab fare."

"I didn't see him meself," commented Bates. "My boss 'eard him come, an' both of us 'eard him go. He didn't

"Wish I was in his shoes. I've got to stick round here till six in the morning," grinned the policeman.

Theydon was in the pipe and book stage, having exchanged his dress coat for a smoking jacket. He was

reading a treatise on aeronautics, and, like every novice, had already formulated a flying scheme which would

"Not later than 8," he said. "I must be out by 9. And, by the way, I may as well tell you now. After lunch

tomorrow I am going to Brooklands. I return to Waterloo at 6:40. As I have to dine in the West End at 7:30,

and my train may be a few minutes behind time, I want you to meet me with a suitcase at the hairdresser's

place on the main platform. I'll dress there and go straight to my friend's house. It would be cutting things

Bates was eminently reliable in such matters. He could be depended on to the last stud.

The storm which had raged overnight must have cleared the skies for the following day, because Theydon

never enjoyed an outing more than his trip to the famous motor track. His business there, however, lay with

aviation. A popular magazine had commissioned him to write an article summing up the progress and

practical aims of the airmen and he was devoting afternoon and evening to the quest of information. A couple

of experts and a photographer had given him plenty of raw material in the open, but he looked forward with

special zest to an undisturbed chat that night with Mr. James Creighton Forbes, millionaire and

philanthropist, whose peculiar yet forcible theories as to the peaceful conquest of the air were for the hour

He had never met Mr. Forbes. When on the point of writing for an appointment he had luckily remembered

that the great man was a lifelong friend of the professor of physics at his (Theydon's) university, and a

delightfully cordial introductory note was forthcoming in the course of a couple of posts. This brought the

invitation to dinner. "On Tuesday evening I am dining en famille," wrote Mr. Forbes, "so, if you are free, join

The train was not late. Bates, erect and soldierly, was standing at the rendezvous. With him were two men

whom Theydon had never before seen. One, a bulky, stalwart, floridfaced man of forty, had something of

the military aspect; the other supplied his direct antithesis, being small, wizened and sallow.

The big man had a round, bullet head, prominent bright blue eyes, and the cheek bones, chin and physical

development of a heavyweight pugilist. His companion, whose dark and recessed eyes were noticeably

bright, too, could not be more than half his weight, and Theydon would not have been surprised if told that

this diminutive person was a dancing master. Naturally he classed both as acquaintances of his valet,

He was slightly astonished, therefore, when the two faced him, together with Bates. A dramatic explanation

"These gentlemen, sir, are Chief Inspector Winter and Detective Inspector Furneaux of Scotland Yard," said

the exsergeant, in the awed tone which some people cannot help using when speaking of members of the

Though daylight had not yet failed it was rather dark in that corner of the station, and Theydon saw now what

he had not perceived earlier, that the usually sedate Bates was pale and harassed looking.

"Why, what's up?" he inquired, gazing blankly from one to the other of the ominous pair.

"Haven't you seen the evening papers, Mr. Theydon?" said Winter, the giant of the two.

"You don't know, then, that a murder was committed in the Innesmore Mansions last night or early this

"What a horrible thing! Why, only the day before yesterday I met her on the stairs."

It was a banal statement, and Theydon knew it, but he blurted out the first crazy words that would serve to

cloak the monstrous thought which leaped into his brain. And a picture danced before his mind's eye, a

picture, not of the fair and gracious woman who had been done to death, but of a sweetvoiced girl in a white

satin dress who was saying to a finelooking man standing by her side: "Dad, aren't you coming home with

His blurred senses were conscious of the strange medley produced by the familiar noises of a railway station

"Mr. Furneaux and I have the inquiry in hand, Mr. Theydon," the detective was saying. "We called at your

flat, and Bates told us of the sounds you both heard about 11:30 last night. I'm afraid we have rather upset

you by coming here, but Bates was unable to say what time you would return home, so I thought you would

not mind if we accompanied him in order to find out the hour at which it would be convenient for you to meet

"You have certainly given me the shock of my life," Theydon gasped. "That poor woman dead, murdered! It's

"No need for that, Mr. Theydon," said Winter, sympathetically. "I'm sorry now we blurted out our unpleasant

news. But you had to be told, and it was essential that we should get your story some time tonight. Can you

"Thank you. We have a good many inquiries to make in the meantime. Goodby, for the present."

The two made off. Winter had done all the talking, but Theydon was far too disturbed to pay heed to the

trivial fact that Furneaux, after one swift glance, seemed to regard him as a negligible quantity. It was borne

in on him that the detective evidently believed he had something of importance to say, and meant to render it

almost impossible that he should escape questioning while his memory was still active with reference to

And he had so little, yet so much, to tell. On his testimony alone it would be a comparatively easy matter to

establish beyond doubt the identity of Mrs. Lester's last known visitor. And what would be the outcome? He

dared hardly trust his own too lively imagination. Whether or not his testimony gave a clew to the police, the

one irrevocable issue was that somewhere in London there was a girl named Evelyn who would regard a

certain young man, Francis Berrold Theydon to wit, as a loathsome and despicable Paul Pry.

Bates, somewhat relieved by the departure of the emissaries of Scotland Yard, recalled his master's scattered

"Tell you what, Bates," said Theydon abstractedly, "it is my fixed belief that you and I could do with a

The good idea was duly acted on. While Theydon was dressing Bates told him what little he knew of the

tragedy, which was discovered by Mrs. Lester's maid when she brought a cup of tea to her mistress' bedroom

Bates himself was the first person appealed to by the distracted woman, and he had the good sense to leave

the body and its surroundings untouched until a doctor and the police had been summoned by telephone.

Thenceforth the day had passed in a whirl of excitement, active in respect to police inquiries and passive in

its resistance to newspaper interviewers. He saw no valid reason why his employer's plans should be

"Them 'tecs were very pressin', sir," said Bates, rather indignantly, "very pressin', especially the little one. He

At that Theydon laughed dolefully, and, as it happened, Bates's grim humor prevented him from ascertaining

the exact nature of Furneaux's pertinacity. Moreover, the time was passing. At 7:15 Theydon called a taxi and

was carried swiftly to Mr. Forbes's house in Belgravia, while Bates disposed himself and the dressing case on

The mere change of clothing, aided by the stimulant, had cleared Theydon's faculties. Though he would

gladly have foregone the dinner, he realized that it was not a bad thing that he should be forced, as it were, to

wrench his thoughts from the nightmare of a crime with which such a man as "Evelyn's" father might be

At any rate, he was given some hours to marshal his forces for the discussion with the representatives of

Scotland Yard. He knew well that he must then face the dilemma boldly. Two courses were open. He could

either share Bates's scanty knowledge, no more and no less, or avow his ampler observations. And why

should he adopt the first of these alternatives? Was he not bringing himself practically within the law?

Why should any man be shielded, no matter what his social position or how beautiful his daughter, who

might possibly have caused the death of the pleasantmannered and ladylike woman fated now to remain for

ever a tragic ghost in the memory of one who had dwelt under the same roof with her for five months?

It was a thorny problem, yet it permitted of only one solution. Duty must be done though the heavens fell.

This conviction grew on Theydon as his cab scurried across the Thames and along Birdcage Walk. A pretty

conceit could not be allowed to sweep aside the first principles of citizenship. Indeed, so reassuring was this

reasoned judgment that he felt a sense of relief as he paid off the cab and rang the bell of the Forbes mansion.

He gave his name to a footman, who disposed of his overcoat and hat, and led him to an upstairs drawing

room. Even the most fleeting glances at hall and staircase revealed evidences of a highly trained artistic taste

gratified by great wealth. The furniture, the china, the pictures, were each and all rare and well chosen.

A lady, bent over some prints spread on a distant table, turned at the words, and hastened to greet the guest.

"My father is expecting you, Mr. Theydon," she said. "He was detained rather late in the city, but will be here

Theydon was no neurotic boy, whose surcharged nerves were liable to crack in a crisis demanding some

unusual measure of selfcontrol. Yet the room and its contentsand, not least, the graceful girl advancing

Because this was "Evelyn," and it was certain as the succession of night to day that Mrs. Lester's mysterious

SO petrified was Theydon by coming face to face with the last person breathing whom he expected to meet in

that room, that he stumbled over a small chair which lay directly between him and his hostess. At any other

time the gaucherie would have annoyed him exceedingly; in the existing circumstances, no more fortunate

incident could have happened, since it brought Evelyn Forbes herself unwittingly to the rescue.

"I have spoken twenty times about chairs being left in that absurd position," she cried, as their hands met,

"but you know how woodenheaded servants are. They will not learn to discriminate. People often sit in that

very place of an afternoon, because any one seated just there sees the Canaletto on the opposite wall in the

best light. When the lamps are on, the reason for the chair simply ceases to exist, and it becomes a trap for the

Theydon realized, with a species of irritation, that the girl was discoursing volubly about the offending chair

merely in order to extricate an apparently shy and tonguetied young man from a morass of his own creation.

That an author of some note should not only behave like a country bumpkin, but actually seem to need

encouragement so that he should "feel at home" in a London drawing room, was a fact so ridiculous that it

"I have not the excuse of the Canaletto," he said, compelling a pleasant smile, "but may I plead an even more

distracting vision? I came here expecting to meet an elderly gentleman of the class which flippant Americans

describe as 'highbrow,' and I am suddenly brought face to face with a Romney 'portrait of a lady' in real life.

Is it likely that such an insignificant object as a chair, and a small one at that, would succeed in catching my

Evelyn Forbes laughed, with a joyous mingling of surprise and relief. Most certainly, Mr. Theydon's manner

of speech differed vastly from the disconcerting expression of positive bewilderment, if not actual fright,

"Ah, but people who pay compliments deserve to be put on the rack. I insist on a definition."

He drew the bow at random, and was gratified to see that his hearer was puzzled.

"I don't know that particular picture," she said, "but I cannot imagine any model less adapted to the subject."

"Romney immortalized the best qualities of both," he answered promptly. "Please, may I look at the

She turned to cross the room, but stopped and faced him again with a suddenness that argued an impulsive

"Now, I remember," she said. "Dad told me you had written novels and some essays. Have you ever really

Those fine eyes of hers pierced him with a glance of such candid inquiry that he cast pretence to the winds.

"Then you just invented the comparison as an excuse for colliding with the chair?"

"May I share the joke?" said a voice, and Theydon knew, before he turned, that the man he had last seen

disappearing around the corner of Innesmore Mansions in a heavy rainstorm was in the room.

"Why did you tell me that Mr. Theydon was a serious scientific person?" cried the girl. "He is anything but

"So can a great many serious scientific persons, Evelyn. Glad to see you, Mr. Theydon. Professor Scarth's

letter paved the way for something more than a formal meeting, so I thought you wouldn't mind giving us an

evening. My wife is not in town. She is a martyr to hay fever, and has to fly from London to the sea early in

May to escape. If caught here in June nothing can save her. Tonight, as it happens, you're our only guest, but

my daughter is going to a musicale at Lady de Winton's after dinner, so you and I will be free to soar into the

Standing there, in that delightful drawing room, made welcome by a man like Forbes, and admitted to a

degree of charming intimacy by a girl like Forbes's daughter, Theydon tried to believe that his meeting with

those illomened detectives at Waterloo Station was, in some sort, a figment of the imagination.

But he was instantly and effectually brought back to a dour sense of reality by Evelyn Forbes's next words.

She, by chance, looked at Theydon just as she had looked at him the previous night.

"You and I have hit on the same discovery, Miss Forbes. We three stood together at the exit. I was waiting for

a taxi, and saw you get into your car. Now you know just why I fell over the chair."

"Don't tell me Tomlinson forgot to move that infernal chair again!" he cried. "Really, I must get rid either of

"Don't blame Tomlinson, Dad," laughed the girl. "If Mr. Theydon hadn't made an unconventional entry we

At that moment Tomlinson himself, imperturbable and portly, announced that dinner was served. The three

descended the stairs, chatting lightly about the musical comedy witnessed overnight. It was no new revelation

to Theydon that truth should prove stranger than fiction, but the trite phrase was fast assuming a fresh and

sinister personal significance. He believed, and not without good reason, that no man living had ever

When he left that house he was going straight to two officers of the law whose bounden duty it would

become to call upon Mr. Forbes for a full and true explanation of his visit to Mrs. Lesterprovided, that is,

he (Theydon) told them what he knew. Talk about a death'shead grinning at a feast! At that bright

dinnertable he was a prey to keener emotion than ever shook a Borgia entertaining one whom he meant to

In sheer selfdefense he talked with an animation he seldom displayed. Evelyn was evidently much taken by

him, and, fired by her manifest interest, he indulged in fantastic paradox and wild flights of fancy. Seemingly

his exuberance stimulated Forbes, himself a wellinformed and epigrammatic talker.

"It's too bad that I should have to go," she said. "I shall be bored stiff at Lady de Winton's. But I can't get out

of it except by telling a positive fib over the telephone. Dad, next time you ask Mr. Theydon to dinner, please

She shook hands with Theydon. While she was giving her father a parting kiss the guest moved to the door

"Don't sit down again, Theydon," said Forbes, rising. "We'll have coffee brought to my den. What is your

favorite liqueuror shall we tell Tomlinson to send along that decanter of port? It's a firstrate wine.

Theydon had hardly dared to touch the champagne supplied during the meal. Abstemious at all times,

because he found that wine or spirits interfered with his capacity for work, he felt that a clear head and steady

nerves were called for that night more than any other night in his life. Following the lead given by his host,

"You are right, too," said Forbes. "You remember Dr. Johnson's dictum: 'Claret is the liquor for boys; port for

men; but he who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy'? Tonight, not aspiring to the heroic, we'll stick to

"It is a curious fact that on my return from Brooklands today I took a glass of brandy," confessed Theydon. "I

seldom, if ever, drink any intoxicant before dining, but I needed a stimulant of a sort, and some unknown

He hoped vaguely that the comment would lead to something more explicit, and thus bring him, without

undue emphasis, so to speak, to the one topic on which he was now resolved to obtain a decisive statement

from the man chiefly concerned before he faced the representatives of Scotland Yard.

But Forbes, motioning to an easy chair in a wellappointed library, and flinging himself into another, gave

"Ah, theory. It would, indeed, seem to be true that folded away in some convolution of our brain are the

faculties of the fish and the bird. Those latent powers are expanding daily. The submarine has already gone

far beyond the practical achievement of aerial craft. But why, in the name of humanity, should every such

development of man's almost immeasurable resources be dedicated to warlike purposes? I am sick at heart

when I hear the first question put in these days to each inventor: 'Can you enable us to kill more of our

fellowmen than we can kill with existing appliances?' Is it a new engine, a new amalgam of metals, a new

explosive, a new field of electrical energy, one hears the same vulture's cry'How many, how far, how

safely can we slay?' I regard this lust for destruction as contemptible. It is a strange and ignominious feature

of modern life. Forgive me, Mr. Theydon, if I speak strongly on this matter. The men who spread the bounds

of science today are, nominally, at any rate, Christians. They tell of peace and goodwill to all, yet prepare

unceasingly for some awful Armageddon.[*] We teach Christ's gospel in pulpit and schoolhouse, strive to

express it in our laws, obey it in our lives and social relations, yet we are armed to the teeth and ever arming,

adding strength to the plates of our warships and distance to the range of our guns, constantly riveting and

It was not the younger man now who talked brilliantly and forcibly. Theydon, frankly abandoning the effort

to twist the conversation to that enigma which, the more he saw and heard of Forbes the more incredible it

became, listened enthralled to one who spoke with the conviction and earnestness of a prophet.

"Don't imagine that I am framing an indictment against Christianity," went on Forbes passionately. "The

Sermon on the Mount inspires all that is great and noble in our everyday existence, all that is eternally

beautiful in our dreams of the future. But why this din of war, this smoke of arsenals, this marching and

drilling of the world's youth? Nature's law appears to have two simple clauses. It enforces a principle in the

struggle for existence, a test in the survival of the fittest. Great heavens, are not these enough, without having

our ears deafened by powder and drumming? That is why I am devoting a good deal of time and no small

amount of money to an international crusade against the warlike idea, and I see no reason why a beginning

should not be made with the airship and the airplane. We are too late with the submarine, but, before the

golden hour passes, let us stop the navigation of the air from forming part of the equipment of murder. Surely

it can be done. England and the United States, Italy, France and the rest of Europethe founts of

civilizationcan write the edict, with all the blazonry of their glorious histories to illuminate the

"You believe that the airship might develop along the unemotional lines of the parcel post?" he inquired.

"Exactly," he said. "I like your simile. No one suggests that we Britons should endeavor to destroy our hated

rivals by sending bombs through the mails. Why, then, in the name of common sense, should the firstI

might almost say the only use of which the airship is commonly supposed capablebe that of destruction?

Don't you see the instant result of a warlimiting ordinance of the kind I advocate? Suppose the peoples and

the rulers declared in their wisdom that soldiers and war material should be contraband of the airand

suppose that airships do become vehicles of practical utilitywhat a farce would soon be all the grim

fortresses, the guns, the giant steel structures now designed as floating hells! Humanity has yet time to

declare that the flying machine shall be as harmless and serviceable as the penny post. I believe it can be

done. Come now, Mr. Theydon, I think you've caught on to my schemewill you help?"

Help! Here was a man expounding a new evangel, which might, indeed, be visionary and impracticable, but

was none the less essentially noble and Christian in spirit, yet Theydon was debating whether or not he

should give testimony which would bring to that very room a couple of detectives whose first questions

The notion was so utterly repellent that Theydon sighed deeply; his host not unnaturally looked surprised.

"Of course, such a revolutionary idea strikes you as outside the pale of common sense," he began, but the

younger man stayed him with a gesture. Here was an opportunity that must not be allowed to pass. No matter

what the costif he never saw Evelyn Forbes or her father againhe must dispel the waking nightmare

"Now that your daughter is gone I may venture to speak plainly," he said. "I told you that, I felt the need of a

brandy and soda at Waterloo. As a matter of fact, I did not leave the Brooklands track until six o'clock, and,

as Innesmore Mansions, where I live, lie north, and I was due here at 7:30, I had my man meet me at the

station with a suitcase, meaning to change my clothes in the dressing room there, and come straight here.

Guess my astonishment when I found BatesBates is the name of my factotumin the company of two

strangers, whom he introduced as representing the Criminal Investigation Department."

He paused. He had brought in his own address skilfully enough, and kept his voice sufficiently under control

that no tremor betrayed a knowledge of Forbes's vital interest in any mention of that one block of flats among

Now, for the first time, Innesmore Mansions figured as his abode, the correspondence which led to the dinner

having centered in his club. But not a flicker of eyelid nor twitch of mobile lips showed the slightest concern

on Forbes's part. Rather did he display at once a wellbred astonishment on hearing Theydon's concluding

His tone was genial, but slightly guarded. Theydon realized that this man of great wealth and high social

position had reminded himself that his guest, though armed with the best of credentials, was quite unknown

to him otherwise, and that, perhaps, he had acted unwisely in inviting a stranger to his house without making

some preliminary inquiry. This reversal of their roles was a conceit so ludicrous that Theydon smiled too.

"No," he said slowly. "It seems that I am the worst sort of witness in a murder case. I may have heard, I may

even have seen, the person suspected of committing the crime, or, if that is going too far, the person whom

the police have good reason to regard as the last who saw the poor victim alive and in ordinary conditions.

But my testimony, such as it is, is so slight and inconclusive that, of itself, no one could hang a cat on it."

"Good gracious! That sounds interesting, though you have my sympathy. It must be rather distressing to be

Forbes struck precisely the right note of friendly inquiry. He wished to hear more, and was at the same time

relieved to find that Professor Scarth had not introduced a notorious malefactor in the guise of a young writer

Theydon could have laughed aloud at this comedy of errors, but the fact that at any moment it might develop

"I happen to live at No. 18 Innesmore Mansions," he said. "Oppositeon the same floor, I meanlives, or

"Are you telling me that a Mrs. Lester of No. 17 Innesmore Mansions is deadhas been murdered?"

Forbes's voice rang out vibrant, incisive. His ordinarily pale face had blanched, and his deepset eyes blazed

with the fire of some fierce emotion, but, beyond the slight elevation of tone and the change of expression, he

revealed to Theydon's quietly watchful scrutiny no sign of the terror or distress which an evildoer might be

expected to show on learning that the law's vengeance was already shadowing him, even in so remote a way

as was indicated by the presence under his roof of a witness regarded by the police as an important one.

"Yes!" stammered Theydon, quite taken aback by his companion's vehemence. "Do youknow the lady? If

"Good heavens, man, don't apologize for that! I am not a child or weakling, that I should flinch in horror from

one of life's dramatic surprises! But, are you sure of what you are saying? Mrs. Lester murdered! When?"

"About midnight last night, the doctor believes. That is what Bates told me. I was so shaken on hearing his

news, which was confirmed by the two detectives, that I really gave little heed to details.... She was

strangleda peculiarly atrocious thing where an attractive and ladylike woman is concerned. I have never

spoken to her, but have met her at odd times on the stairs. I was immeasurably shocked, I assure you. In fact,

I was on the point of telegraphing an excuse to you for this evening, but the Chief InspectorWinter, I think

his name issaid it would suffice for his purpose if I met him at my flat about eleven o'clock, as he was

"But if the news of this dastardly crime only reached you tonight at Waterloo Station, and you have no

personal acquaintance with Mrs. Lester, what evidence can you give that will assist the police?"

"Mrs. Lester received a visitor last night, an incident so unusual that I, who heard him arrive, and Bates, who

was in my sitting room when we both heard him depart, commented on the strangeness of it. That, I suppose,

"Erthat was impossible. We were in my flat, behind its closed door. Bates and I deduced his sex from the

Again Theydon nearly stammered. Events had certainly turned in the most amazing way. Instead of carrying

himself almost in the manner of a judge, he was figuring rather as an unwilling witness in the hands of a

"Did the police officers supply any theory of motive for the crime? Was this poor woman killed for the sake

By this time Theydon was stung into a species of revolt. It was he, not Forbes, who should be snapping out

"I regret to say that my nerves were not sufficiently under control at Waterloo that I should listen carefully to

each word," he said, almost stiffly. "Bates had picked up such information as was available; but he, though an

exsergeant in the Army, was so upset as to be hardly coherent. When I meet the detectives in the course of

another hour I shall probably gather something definite and reliable in the way of details."

Forbes laid the pipe which he had filled but not lighted on the table. He poured out a glass of port and drank it.

"Try that," he said, pushing the decanter toward Theydon. "They cannot trouble you greatly. You have so

"No, thanks. Nothing more for me tonight until the Scotland Yard men have cleared out."

Forbes rose as he spoke and strode the length of the room and back with the air of a man debating some

"Mr. Theydon," he said, at last, halting in front of the younger man and gazing down at him with a direct

intensity that was highly embarrassing to one who had good cause to connect him with the actual crime. "I

want you to do me a favora great favor. It was in my mind at first to ask you to permit me to go with you

to Innesmore Mansions, and to be present during the interview with the detectives. But a man in my position

must be circumspect. It would, perhaps, be unwise to appear too openly interested. I don't mind telling you in

confidence that I have known Mrs. Lester many years. The shock of her death, severe as it must have been to

you, is slight as compared with my own sorrow and dismay. More than that I dare not say until better

informed. I remember now hearing the newsboys shouting their ghoulish news, and I saw contents bills

making large type display of 'Murder of a lady,' but little did I imagine that the victim was one whomone

"Yes," said Theydon, thoroughly mystified anew by the announcement that Forbes had even contemplated, or

so much as hinted at, the astounding imprudence of visiting Innesmore Mansions that night.

"Ring me up when the detectives have gone. I shall esteem your assistance during this crisis as a real service."

For the life of him, Theydon could not frame the protest which ought to have been made without delay and

THEYDON, though blessed, or cursed, with an active imaginationwhich must surely be the prime

equipment of a novelistwas shrewd and levelheaded in dealing with everyday affairs.

It was no small achievement that the son of a country rector, aided only by a stout heart, a university

education and an excellent physiquegood recommendations, each and all, but forming the stockintrade

of many a man on whose subsequent career "failure" is writ largeshould have forced himself to the front

rank of the most overcrowded among the professions before attaining his twentysixth year.

It may be taken for granted, therefore, that he was not lacking in the qualities of close observation and critical

analysis. He would, for instance, be readier than the majority of his fellows to note the small beginnings of

Often, of course, his deductions would prove erroneous, but the mere fact that he habitually exercised his wits

in such a way rendered it equally certain that his judgment would be accurate sometimes. One such occasion

A taxi, summoned by a footman, was in waiting, and Theydon was crossing the pavement when he noticed a

gray landaulet car at rest beneath the trees at some distance. Mr. Forbes's house stood in a square, and the

gray car had been drawn up on the quiet side of the roadway, being stationed there, apparently, to await its

owner's behest. Gray cars are common enough in London, but they are usually of the touring class.

Not often does one see a graypainted landaulet; hence, the odd though hardly remarkable fact occurred to

Theydon that a precisely similar gray automobile had occupied the center of the station yard at Waterloo

Admittedly he was in a nervous and excited state. It could hardly be otherwise after the strain of that

astounding conversation with Forbes, and there was no prospect of the tension being relaxed until the close of

the interview with the detectives, which he now regarded as the worse ordeal of the two.

But this subconscious neurasthenia in no wise affected the reflex action of his ordinary faculties. When, on

leaving the square, and while his cab was rattling along an aristocratic thoroughfare leading to Knightsbridge,

he peered through a tiny observation window in the back of the vehicle, and ascertained that the gray car was

stealing along quietly about a hundred yards in the rear, he began to believe that its presence both at Waterloo

and outside Mr. Forbes's residence could not be wholly accidental. When he had watched its persistent

The route to Innesmore Mansions traversed some of London's main arteries, but, despite the rush of traffic

due to the first flight of homewardbound playgoers, the gray car kept steadily on his track. Amused at first, be

became angry because of a notion which grew out of the wonderment of finding himself the object of this

To make sure, and at the same time discover the sort of person who was spying on him, he adopted a ruse.

Leaning out, when about to cross Oxford Street into Tottenham Court Road, he said to his driver: "Turn sharp

The man obeyed. Theydon posted himself at the outer window, and in a space of time so short that the

excellence of the gray car's accelerator was amply demonstrated, the pursuer swung into sight. A stolidfaced

chauffeur at the wheel did not appear discomfited at coming on his quarry thus unexpectedly. He whirled

past, seemingly quite oblivious of Theydon's fixed stare. Though the weather was mild he wore an overcoat

with upturned collar, so that between its protecting flaps and a lowpeaked cap his face was well hidden.

The man might have been an automaton for all the heed he gave to the taxi or its inquisitive occupant. But his

aspect was almost forgotten in the far stranger discovery that the car was empty. Both windows were open,

and the bright lights of a corner shop flashed into the interior, yet not a soul was visible. Moreover, the car

So far as Theydon could tell, no one alighted. He jotted down the numberXY 1314on his shirt cuff.

"Did you happen to see that car waiting near the house I came from?" he said to the taxi man, who, of course,

"Yes, sir," was the ready answer. "It's not a London car. I've never seen them letters afore."

"Likely enough, sir, but rather risky. The police are quick at spotting that sort of thing."

"I wouldn't like to humbug you, sir. That there machine can lose me quicker'n a Derby winner could pass a

He was paying the driver when the gray car stole quietly past the end of the street, and that was the last he

"There it goes again, sir," said the man. "Tell you wot, gimme your name an' address. I'll make a few

inquiries, an' keep me eyes open as well. Then, if I hear anythink, I'll let you know."

"There you are," he said. "Even if I happen to be out, I'll leave instructions that you are to be paid half a

There was really little doubt in Theydon's mind as to the reason why he had been followed. He was fuming

"Sorry I'm late, gentlemen," he said, on entering the sitting room and finding the detectives seated at his table,

seemingly comparing notes, because the Chief Inspector was talking, while Furneaux, the diminutive, was

"We have no reason to complain of being kept waiting a few minutes in such comfortable quarters," said

"O, I fancy I was detained by some zealous assistant of yours," said Theydon, determined to carry the war

"Why? Is it news to you that a gray limousine car stalked me from Waterloo toto my friend's house, waited

there three hours or more, and has carefully escorted me home? I dislike that sort of thing. Moreover, it

strikes me as stupid. I didn't kill Mrs. Lester. It will save you and me a good deal of time and worry if you

"Won't you sit down?" said Winter quietly. "Andmay I smoke? I didn't like to ask Bates for permission to

Theydon was not to be outdone in coolness. He opened a corner cupboard and produced various boxes.

"The cigars are genuine Havanas," he said. "A birthday present from a maiden aunt, who is wise enough to

judge the quality of tobacco by the price. Here, too, are Virginian, Turkish and Egyptian cigarettes."

"By Jove!" he cried, his big eyes bulging in joyous surprise. "Last year's crop from the Don Juan y Guerrero

plantation. Treasure that aunt of yours, Mr. Theydon. None but herself can be her equal."

"Yes. That is the only way to enjoy the aroma and avoid nicotine poisoning. My worthy chief dulls a sound

intellect by the cigar habit. What is worse, he excites a nervous system which is normally somewhat bovine.

You, also, I take it, are a confirmed smoker, so both of you are at crosspurposes already."

Furneaux's voice was pitched in the curious piping note usually associated with comic relief in a melodrama,

but his wizened face was solemn as a red Indian's. It was Theydon who smiled. His preconceived ideas as to

the appearance and demeanor of the London detective were shattered. Really, there was no need to take these

Winter, while lighting the cigar, grinned amiably at his colleague. Furneaux passed a cigarette to and fro

under his nostrils and sniffed. Theydon reached for a pipe and tobacco jar and drew up a chair.

"Well," he said, "it is not my business to criticise your methods. I have very little to tell you. I suppose Bates

"The really important thing is this car which followed you tonight," broke in Winter. "The details are fresh in

your memory. What type of car was it? Did you see the driver and occupants? What's its number?"

"O, shut up!" growled Winter. "I am asking just what you yourself are itching to know."

"May I take it that the car has not been dogging me by your instructions?" said Theydon. He was inclined to

"Yes," said Winter, meeting the other's glance squarely. "We have no reason on earth to doubt the truth of

anything you have said, or may say, with regard to this inquiry. The car is not ours. This is the first we have

heard of it. We accepted your word, Mr. Theydon, that you were dining with a friend. Perhaps you will tell us

Theydon hesitated the fraction of a second. That, he knew instantly, was a blunder, so he proceeded to rectify

"I was dining with Mr. James Creighton Forbes, of No. 11, Fortescue Square," be said. "Probably you are

acquainted with his name, so you will realize that if my evidence proves of the slightest value I would not

"I don't see how that can possibly enter into the matter, except in its bearing on this mysterious car."

Though Winter was taking the lead, Theydon was aware that Furneaux, who had given him scant attention

hitherto, was now looking at him fixedly. He imagined that the queer little man was all agog to learn

something about the automobile which had thrust itself so abruptly into the affair.

"Exactly," he agreed. "I visited Mr. Forbes tonight for the first time. We are mutually interested in aviation.

That is why I went to Brooklands today, and the invitation to dinner was the outcome of a letter of

Then, thinking he had said enough on that point, he described the gray car and its stolidfaced chauffeur to

the best of his ability. He told of the brief chat with the taxi driver and its result.

"Good!" nodded Winter. "I'm glad you did that. It may help. I am doubtful of any information turning up, but

you never can tell. The number plate, at any rate, is certainly misleading. Now, about last night? Try and be

as accurate as possible with regard to time. Can you give us the exact hour when you returned home?"

"In all likelihood you can discover the driver," he smiled, "and he will establish my alibi."

"Then you ought to be tickled to death, as the Americans say, at being mixed up in a firstrate murder. This is

no ordinary crime. Several people will be older and wiser before the culprit is found and hanged."

"What Mr. Furneaux has in mind," purred Winter cheerfully, "is the curious habit of some witnesses when

questioned by the police. They arm themselves against attack, as it were. You see, Mr. Theydon, we suspect

nobody. We try to ascertain facts, and hope to deduce a theory from them. Over and over again we are

mistaken. We are no more astute than other men. Our sole advantage is a wide experience of criminal

methods. The detective of romanceif you'll forgive the allusionsimply doesn't exist in real life."

"I accept the rebuke," said Theydon. "I suppose the gray car was still rankling in my mind. From this moment

I start afresh. At any rate, the man who brought me from the theater might check my recollection of the time."

Winter nodded. He was evidently pleased that Theydon was inclined to share his view of the difficulties

"Did you see or meet any one in particular while your car approached these mansions, or when you ascended

He perceived intuitively that if the detectives found the driver of the taxi which brought him from the theater

it was possible the man might have noticed Forbes, who had certainly been scrutinized a few minutes later by

"You said 'any one in particular.' I did see a tall, welldressed gentleman at the corner of the street, but there

"I?" he said. "How can I be sure? If you mean that, judging from the interval of time between my seeing him

at the corner and the sound of footsteps on the stairs, followed by the opening of the door at No. 17, it could

"As the weather was bad, you probably hurried in when your cab stopped?" he said.

"That is equivalent to saying you credit me with sense enough to get in out of the wet," smiled Theydon.

"Then if you paid no special heed to the movements of the tall gentleman you have mentioned, why did you

Theydon flushed like a schoolboy caught by a master under circumstances which youth generally describes as

"I'll tell you willingly. The discovery was Mr. Furneaux's, not mine. When we came here this morning, and

ascertained that you had been out at a late hour last night, we asked your man if he could enlighten us as to

your movements. He did so. To the best of his belief you dined at a club, and occupied a stall at Daly's

Theater subsequently. He was sure, too, you had not walked home through the rain, so it was easy to draw the

conclusion that you returned in a covered vehicle. Mr. Furneaux requested Bates to produce the clothes you

had worn, which, owing to the uproar created by the news of the murder, had not been brushed and put away.

As a consequence the silk collar and part of the back of your dresscoat bore the marks of raindrops. How

had they got there? The only logical deduction was that you had thrust your head and shoulders through a

window, and the time of the action is established almost beyond doubt, because you had changed the coat

when Bates came from the pillarbox. It was either directly after you came in, or while Bates was absent. Of

course you may have looked out twice. Did you? Whether once or twice, why did you do it?"

Theydon's feelings changed rapidly while Winter was delivering this very convincing analysis of a few

simple facts. He had passed at a bound from the detected schoolboy stage to that of a man forcing his way

He remembered hazily that Bates had said something at Waterloo with regard to the manner in which the

detectives, especially Furneaux, had questioned him. But it was too late to apply the warning thus conveyed.

If he faltered now he was forever discredited. These men would read his perplexed face as if it were a printed

page. In his distress be was prepared to hear Winter or that little satyr, Furneaux, say mockingly:

"Why are you trying to screen James Creighton Forbes? What is he to you? What matter his fame or social

rank? We are here to see that justice is done. Out with the truth, let who may suffer."

But neither of the pair said anything of the sort. Furneaux only interjected a sarcastic comment.

"You will observe, Mr. Theydon, that even in a minor instance of deductive reasoning, such as this, the man

Theydon threw out his hands in token of surrender. He thought he saw a means of escape, and took it

"I'm vanquished," he said. "You force me to admit that I do know a little, a very little, more than I have

confessed hitherto about the man who visited Mrs. Lester's flat last night. I have said nothing about the matter

thus far because I didn't want to be convicted of a piece of idle curiosity worthy of a gossiploving

housemaid. I noticed the man I have described staring at the name tablet of the street as my cab turned the

corner. I did not know him. I had never seen him before last night, but he was of such distinguished

appearance and his face was of so rare a type that I was interested and wished to ascertain, if possible, on

whom he meant calling if, as it seemed, he was searching for an address in these flats. Therefore, I did look

out, and saw him enter the doorway beneath. In due course I heard him arrive at Mrs. Lester's doorthat is, I

assume it was he. Five minutes later Bates and I heard him depart. To make sure, I looked out a second time.

If you ask me why I behaved in that way I cannot tell you. I have occupied this flat during the past five

months, and I have never previously, within my recollection, lifted a window and gazed out to watch

anybody's comings and goings. The thing is inexplicable. All I can say is that it just happened."

Theydon gave the assurance readily. It was beyond credence that either detective should put the one question

to which he was now firmly resolved to give a misleading answer, and in this belief he was justified, since

not even Furneaux's uncanny intelligence could suggest the fantastic notion that the man who walked through

the rain the previous night and the man with whom Theydon had dined that evening were one and the same

"I don't blame you for adopting a policy of partial concealment," said the Chief Inspector, spryly. "You are

not the first, and you certainly will not be the last witness from whom the police have to drag the facts. Now

that we have reached more intimate terms, can you help by describing this stranger?"

Theydon complied at once. He drew just such a general sketch of Forbes as a skilled observer of men might

be expected to formulate after one direct glance close at hand, supplemented by a view into a lamplit street

"So far, so good," said Winter. "You have contrived to fill in several details lacking in the description

supplied by a policeman who chanced to be standing at the corner when Mrs. Lester's visitor posted a letter.

"Yes. Indeed, I believed that, whether intentionally or not, he held an open umbrella at an angle which

"In fact, it's marvellous what you really do know when your memory is jogged," snapped Furneaux.

Theydon did not resent the sarcasm. He smiled candidly into the little detective's eyes.

"I was rather ashamed of the subterfuge adopted in order to get him out of the room while I opened the

"That was understandable last night, but I fail to follow your reasoning for a policy of silence when we told

"I was utterly taken aback by your news. I wanted time to think. I never meant to hide any material fact at this

"You have contrived to delay and hamper our inquiry for twelve hourstwentyfour in reality. I can't make

you out, Mr. Theydon. You would never have said a word about your very accurate acquaintance with this

mysterious stranger's appearance had not last night's rainstorm left its legible record on your clothes. Do you

"You are pleased to be severe, Mr. Furneaux, but, having placed myself in a false position, I must accept your

strictures. I assure you, on my honor, that the man I saw was an absolute stranger."

Happily, Theydon was under no compulsion to choose his words. He met the detective's searching gaze

unflinchingly. Fate, after terrifying him, had been kind. If Furneaux had expressed himself differentlyif,

for instance, he had said: "Had you ever before seen the man?" or "Have you now any reason for believing

that you know his name?"he would have forced Theydon's hand in a way he was far from suspecting.

"It may surprise you to hear," piped the shrill, cracked voice, "that there are dozens of policemen walking

about London who would arrest you on suspicion had you treated them as you have treated us."

"Then we need not trouble you further tonight. Of course, if luck favors us and we find the gentleman with

the classical featuresthe most unlikely person to commit a murder I have ever heard ofwe shall want

"I am at your service at any time. But before you go won't you enlighten me somewhat? What did really

"I mean Mrs. Lester's flat," he said. "The poor woman's body is at the mortuary. If you come with us we can

reconstruct the crime. It occurred about this very hour if the doctor's calculations are well founded."

"I shall be mostinterested," he said. "By the way, Mr. Furneaux, yours is a French name. Are you a

"A Jersey man. You think I am adopting some of the methods of the French juge d'instruction, eh?"

The three passed out into the hall. Mr. and Mrs. Bates immediately showed scared faces at the kitchen door.

"It's all right, Bates," said Theydon airily. "I'm not a prisoner. I'll be with you again in a few minutes."

"Wot beats me," he said to his wife when they were alone, "is why that little ferret wanted to see the guv'nor's

clothes. I looked 'em over carefully afterwards, an' there wasn't a speck on 'em except some spots of rain on

the coat collar. It's a queer business, no matter how you look at it. Mr. Theydon's manner was strange when

he kem in last night. He seemed to be list'nin' for something. I don't know wot to make of it, Eliza. I reely

In effect, since no man is a hero to his valet, what would Tomlinson, butler at No. 11 Fortescue Square, have

thought of his master if told that Mrs. Lester's last known visitor was James Creighton Forbes?

THEYDON'S journalistic experiences had been, for the most part, those of the "special correspondent," or

descriptive writer. He had never entered one of those fetid slums of a great city in which, too often, murder is

done, never sickened with the physical nausea of death in its most revolting aspect, when some unhappy

It was passing strange, therefore, that Winter had no sooner opened the door of No. 17 than the novice of the

party became aware of a heavy, pungent scent which he associated with some affrighting and unclean thing.

At first he swept aside the phantasy. Strong as he was, his nervous system had been subjected to severe strain

that evening. He knew well that the mind can create its own specters, that the five senses can be subjugated

Moreover, he was standing in a hall furnished with a taste and quiet elegance that must surely indicate similar

features in each room of a suite which, in other respects, bore an almost exact resemblance of his own

apartments. In sheer protest against the riot of an overwrought imagination he brushed a hand across his eyes.

"You will find nothing grewsome here, I assure you," he said, quietly. "Beyond a few signs of hurried

rummaging of drawers and boxes there is absolutely no indication of a crime having been committed."

"Mr. Theydon came prepared to see ghosts," squeaked Furneaux. "Evidently he is not acquainted with the

Theydon turned troubled eyes on the wizened little man who seemed to have the power of reading his secret

"A joss stick," he repeated. "Isn't that some sort of incense used by Chinese in their temples?"

"Lots of ladies burn them in their boudoirs nowadays," explained Winter offhandedly.

"The Chinese burn them to propitiate evil spirits," murmured Furneaux. "The Taou gods are mostly deities of

a very unpleasant frame of mind. The mere scowl of one of them from a painted fan suggests novel and

painful forms of torture. I've seen Shang Ti grinning at me from a porcelain vase, otherwise exquisite, and

"Am I talking nonsense, Mr. Theydon?" demanded Furneaux. "Didn't your flesh creep when that queer

perfume assailed your nostrils, which are not yet altogether atrophied by the reek of thousands of rank

"And they christened him LeanderLeander, who swam the Hellespont for love of a woman!" muttered

Theydon began to believe that both detectives were cranks of the first order. Furneaux, whose extraordinary

insight he actually feared, was obviously an excellent example of the alliance between insanity and genius. In

a word, he failed, and not unreasonably, to understand that when the Jersey man was mouthing a strange

jargon of knowledge and incoherence, and Winter was inclined to be snappy with his subordinate, and each

was more than rude to the other, they were then giving tongue like hounds hot on the trail.

Winter's Christian names were James Leander, the latter being conferred for no more classical reason than his

father's association with a famous boating club, but the fact supplied Furneaux with material for many a quip.

These things Theydon learnt later. At present he was giving all his attention to Winter, who led the way into a

dainty furnished bedroom. The electric lights were governed by two switches. A pair of lamps occupied the

usual place in front of a dressing table; a third was suspended from a canopy over the bed, and was controlled

also by an alternate switch behind the bolster. Winter turned on all three lights, so the room was brilliantly

Any place less likely to become the scene of a brutal crime could hardly be imagined. It looked exactly what

it was, the bedchamber of a refined and wellbred woman, whose trained sense of color and design was

Winter pointed to a slight depression on the side of the bed. A white linen coverlet was rumpled as though

"That is where Ann Rogers, the maid, found her mistress at ten o'clock this morning," he said. "As you see,

the bed had not been slept in. Indeed, Mrs. Lester was fully dressed. My belief is that she was pounced on the

instant she entered the roomprobably to retire for the nightstrangled before she could utter a sound, and

Again Theydon was aware of the subtle, penetrating, and not wholly unpleasing scent which Furneaux had

attributed to the burning of a joss stick, but his mind was focused on the detective's words, which suggested a

queer discrepancy between certain vague possibilities already flitting through his brain and the terrible drama

"But," he said, almost protestingly, "from what I have seen of Mrs. Lester she was a strong and active

woman. It is inconceivable that the man who came here last night could have murdered her while I was

writing two brief notes. I am positive he did not remain five minutes, and Bates or I, or both of us, must have

heard some trampling of feet, some indications of a struggle. Moreover, you think she was about to retire.

"Wellorthose I have mentioned. The brief visit, the open nature of the arrival and departure, the posting

Theydon positively jumped. He would not be surprised now if Forbes's name came out.

"Mrs. Lester wrote to an aunt in Oxfordshire, a lady who lives in the village of Iffley, near the first lock on

the Thames below Oxford. As it happened, this aunt, a Miss Beale, was lunching with a friend in Oxford

today, and some one showed her an early edition of a London evening newspaper containing an account of

the murder. Instead of yielding to hysteria, and passing from one fainting fit into another, Miss Beale had the

rare good sense to go straight to the police station. One of our men has interviewed her this evening, and she

is coming here tomorrow, but in the meantime the Oxford police telephoned the gist of the letter, which is

headed 'Monday, 11:30 p. m.' The hour is not quite accurate, but near enough, since the context shows that a

'friend' had just called and given certain information which had determined the writer to leave London

'tomorrow'meaning today'or Wednesday at latest.' So you see, Mr. Theydon, if the unknown is an

honest man, he will soon hear of the hue and cry raised by the murder, and declare himself to the police.

Indeed, for all I know, he may have reported himself to the Yard already. In that event you will probably

An electric bell jarred at the end of the main passage. It smote on their ears with the loud emphasis of a pistol

shot. Even the detectives were startled, and Winter said, in a tone of distinct annoyance:

"Beg pardon, sir," said the intruder, addressing Theydon, but allowing his eyes to roam furtively about the

room as though he expected to see something ghoullike and sinister, "Mr. Forbes has rung up "

Theydon's voice literally quavered. For the first time in his life he knew why a woman shrieks in the stress of

"Tell Mr. Forbes I am still engaged with the gentlemen from Scotland Yard," he gasped. "I'll give him a call

"Yes," said Theydon. He knew he ought to add something by way of explanation, but his heart was thumping

"You told him, I suppose, that Scotland Yard was worrying you, and he wants to know the result?"

"I spoke of the murder, of course," he said, "but Mr. Forbes was hardly interested. He had seen the newspaper

placards, and that was all he knew of it. The truth is, he is wholly wrapped up in a scheme for reforming

mankind by excluding airships and aeroplanes from warlike operations, and found me a somewhat

preoccupied listener. He wants my help, such as it is, and I have no doubt the present call is a preliminary to

"Why not go to him? We'll wait. We can do nothing more tonight after leaving here."

"Speaking candidly, I am not in a mood to discuss such visionary projects. I shall be glad if Mr. Forbes has

"Excuse me, Mr. Theydon, but I am older than you, and may 'venture on advice,'" he said. "A writer who has

his way to make in the world cannot afford to slight a man of Mr. Forbes's standing. Go to him at once. It will

Theydon realized that a continued refusal would certainly set Furneaux's wits at work, and he dreaded the

outcome. He went without another word. When the outer door had closed behind him Winter turned to

For answer Furneaux waved a hand and tiptoed into the hall. Waiting until he heard the door of No. 18 slam

he opened the latch of No. 17 so cautiously that no sound was forthcoming. Soon he had an ear to Theydon's

Now, Theydon had thought hard during the few strides from one flat to the other. His telephone was fixed

close to the party wall dividing the two sets of apartments and he was not certain that, in the absolute

quietude prevailing in Innesmore Mansions at that late hour, a voice could not be overheard. True, he did not

count on Furneaux playing the eavesdropper at the slit of the letter box, but he resolved to take no risks and

So, when he had asked the exchange to reconnect him with the caller who had just rung up, and he was put

"That you, Mr. Forbes. Sorry I sent my man just now with a message that must leave sounded rather curt, but

the Scotland Yard people kindly excused me, so I can give you a minute or two.... No, I'm sorry, but I cannot

come to luncheon tomorrow, nor go to Brooklands again this week. You see, this dreadful murder which I

spoke of will necessitate my presence at an inquest, and the police seem to attach much significance to the

visit to Mrs. Lester last night of a man whom I saw in the street, and whom Bates and I heard entering and

leaving the poor lady's flat.... Bates? O, he is my general factotum. He and his wife keep house for me. . . .

Yes, I'll gladly let you know the earliest date when I'll be free. Then you and I can go into the flying

proposition thoroughly.... No. The detectives have apparently not got any clew to the murderer, nor even

discovered any motive for the crime. They have taken me into No. 17. In fact, I was there when your call was

made.... The murderer ransacked the place thoroughly, but did not touch money or jewelry, I understand. The

only peculiar thing, if I may so describe it, about the place, is the scent of a burnt joss stick. It clings to the

passage and the bedroom in which the body was found.. . . Ah, by the way, Mrs. Lester wrote a letter, which

her visitor posted, and the addressee, her aunt, is in communication with the police. The text tends to clear the

man of suspicion.... Yes, if, by chance, I find myself at liberty tomorrow, I'll 'phone you at your city office.

I'll find the number in the directory, of course?... O, thanksI'll jot it down00400 Bank.... Goodnight!

Too bad that this wretched affair should interfere with our crusade, which, the more I think of it, the stronger

In reality, Forbes had not said one word about his peace propaganda, but he had evidently been quick to

realize that Theydon was purposely giving their talk a twist in that direction. A muttered "I

understandperfectly," showed this, and he did not strive to conceal the alarm which possessed him when

Theydon spoke of the joss stick. He murmured distinctly, "Great Heavens! Then I was not mistaken," and

But he made matters easy by pressing Theydon to come and see him on the morrow, either at his office in

Old Broad Street or at his residence. On the whole, Theydon did not care who heard what he had said, but it

"You soon got rid of your friend, then?" said the detective, while they were on the way to rejoin Winter.

"Yes. It was just what I imagineda pressing invitation to plunge forthwith into Mr. Forbes's project for the

regeneration of mankind. I had to tell him frankly that you gentlemen had first claim on me. I suppose I shall

"Not tomorrow. The coroner will hear the medical evidence, and that of Ann Rogers, if she is in a condition

"Ah, that reminds me. Didn't Mrs. Lester's servant admit the visitor last night?"

Theydon put the question advisedly. He was calmer now, and had made up his mind as to the course he

should pursue. Although he had assured Winter that he would recognize the stranger if confronted with him,

and, if Forbes was brought into the inquiry, the admission might prove awkward, he meant to say that he had,

indeed, noticed a remarkable resemblance in the millionaire to the man he had seen looking up at the name

tablet on the corner, but felt that the likeness was only one of those singular coincidences which abound in a

The smartest crossexaminer at the bar could not shake him if he took that stand. The sheer improbability of

Forbes being the mysterious visitor would justify his attitude, and the notion was so consoling that he faced

the two detectives with new confidence and a selfpossession that was exceedingly pleasant when compared,

"No," said Winter. "By a most remarkable chance, Ann Rogers was given leave to spend the night with her

father, who lives in Camden Town. He is an old man and was taken ill last evening. He believes he asked

some one to telegraph to his daughter, asking her to come to him. She certainly received a telegram and as

certainly did visit him. Of course, that phase of the affair will be cleared up thoroughly, but the main facts are

indisputable. Ann Rogers has her own latchkey. As Mrs. Lester usually sat up late, being a lover of books,

and seldom stirred before ten o'clock, the maid waited until that hour before bringing her mistress's cup of

tea. That stain on the carpet near the door shows where the tray fell from her hands."

Sometimes an artist obtains the strongest effect by one deft sweep of the brush. Winter, though he would

have blushed if described as an artist in words, had achieved a similar result by his concluding sentence.

Theydon pictured the scene. He saw the limp form thrown across the bed, the distorted face, the hands and

He heard the shrill scream of the terrified servant, an elderly woman whom Bates described as "a quiet body,"

and could imagine the clatter of the laden tray as it dropped from nerveless fingers. A sort of fury rose within

him. Mrs. Lester had been done to death in a horrible and insensate way, and no matter who suffered, be he

millionaire or pauper, the wretch who committed the crime should be made to pay the penalty of the law.

In that moment he forgot Evelyn Forbes, and thought only of the fair and gracious woman whose agonized

spirit had taken flight under the compulsion of the tiger grip of some human brute now moving among his

fellowcreatures unknown and unsuspected. It was inconceivable that Forbes should be guilty, but why

should he not avow his acquaintance with the victim, and thus aid the police in their quest?

He glowered savagely at the telltale stain, and vowed to rid his conscience of an incubus. He would wait till

Furneaux spoke softly, and with no trace of his wonted irony, but Theydon was aware that once more the

"Yes," he said, and there was a new gravity in his tone. "I do wish that. I have never before been brought in

contact with a crime of this magnitude. It conveys a sort of personal responsibility. To think that I was in my

room, reading about aviation, while a woman's life was being choked out of her within a few feet of where I

was seated! O, it is monstrous! Let me tell you two, here and now, that if I can do anything to bring Mrs.

"I'm sure you mean what you say, Mr. Theydon," said Winter soothingly. "Well, I suppose we can do no

For an instant an expression of annoyance flitted across the chief inspector's goodhumored face. Theydon

did not see it, because Furneaux's oddsounding words caused him to look with astonishment at the man who

"An ivory skull!" he cried. "What has an ivory skull to do with the murder of Mrs. Lester?"

"We cannot even begin to guess at its meaning yet," said Winter, who, after one fierce glance at his

colleague, had recovered his poise. "That is why I did not mention it. I hate the introduction of bizarre

features into an inquiry of this sort. But, now that the thing has been spoken of, I may as well state that when

the medical examination was being made at the mortuary a tiny skull, not bigger than a pea, and made of

ivory, was found inside Mrs. Lester's underbodice. The curious fact is that it was loose. Had it been attached

to a cord, or secured in some way, one might regard it as a charm or amulet, because some women, even in

the London of today, are not beyond the reach of superstition in such matters. But, as I say, it was not

safeguarded at all, so we may reasonably assume that it was not carried habitually. Of course, Furneaux

readily evolved a farfetched theory that it is a sign, or symbol, and was thrust out of sight among the

clothing on the dead woman's breast by the man who killed her. But that is idle guesswork. We of the Yard

seldom pay heed to theatrical notions of that kind. Here is the article. I don't mind letting you see it, but

kindly remember that its existence must not be made known. I must have your promise not to mention it to a

"That is precisely the sort of thing anybody would say who attached no importance to the exhibit," he piped.

Winter so nearly lost his temper that he repressed the retort on his lips. He contented himself, however, with

producing a small white object from his waistcoat pocket, and handed it to Theydon. It was a bit of ivory,

Yet, it was by no means an ordinary creation. The artist who fashioned it had gratified a morbid taste by

imparting to the eyeless sockets and closeset rows of teeth a malign and threatening grin. Wickedness, not

death, was suggested, but the craftsmanship was faultless. A collector would have paid a large sum for it,

"What an extraordinary thing," said Theydon, turning the curio round and round in his fingers.

"From that point of view it's a masterpiece, but what I meant was the astounding fact that it should have been

"Becauseif it is a token of some vendettaif the murderer wished to signify that he had glutted his

"O, you're as bad as Furneaux," cried Winter impatiently. "Give it to me. I must be off. The hour is long past

Back in the seclusion of his own rooms, Theydon debated the question whether or not he should endeavor to

communicate with Forbes again that night. Somehow it seemed to him that Forbes would be most concerned

Suppose he knew of that! But a certain revulsion of feeling had come over Theydon since the sheer brutality

of the murder had been revealed. He failed to see now why he should be so solicitous for Forbes's welfare.

No matter what private purpose the man might serve by concealing his visit to Mrs. Lester, it ought to give

way before the paramount importance of tracking a pitiless and callous criminal.

So Theydon hardened his heart and went to bed, and, being sound in mind and constitution, slept like a just

man wearied. Nevertheless, the last thing he saw before the curtain fell on his tired brain was an ivory skull

Greatly as the many problems attached to Mrs. Lester's death bewildered him, he would have been even more

perplexed if he had overheard the conversation between Winter and Furneaux when they entered a taxi and

"Look here, Charles," began Winter firmly; but the other stayed him with a clutch of thin, nervous fingers on

"Listen first, Jameslecture me afterward," pleaded Furneaux. "I can't help yielding to impulse. And why

should I strive to help it, anyhow? How often has impulse led me to the goal when by every known rule of

evidence I was completely beaten? That is my plea. That is why I brought that young fellow into No. 17, and

watched the story of the tragedy reshaping itself in his imagination. That is why, too, I spoke of the ivory

skull. Think what it means to one with the writer's temperament. The skull will never leave his mind's eye. It

will focus and control his thoughts and actions. And I feel it in my bones that only by keeping in touch with

Mr. Francis Theydon shall we solve the Innesmore Mansions mystery. I can't explain why I think this, no

more than the receiver of a wireless message can account for the waves of energy it picks up from the void

and transmutes into the ordered sequences of the Morse code. All I know is that when I am near him I am, as

the children say, 'warm,' and when away from him, 'cold.' While he was examining the skull I was positively

'hot,' and was half inclined to treat him as a thought transference medium and order him sternly to speak....

No. Be calm! I even bid you be honest. When have you, ever before, admitted an outsider to your councils?

Winter bit the end off a cigar with a vicious jerk of his round head. He struck a match and created such a

"The real clew," he said at last, "rests with the gray car. What did you make of that?"

"That, my bulky friend, will figure in my memory as a reproach for many a year. When, if ever, I am tempted

to preen myself on some peculiarly close piece of ratiocinative reasoning, I shall say: 'Little man, pigmy,

"You think that some one had the impudence to follow us, watch us in Waterloo, and take up Theydon's trail

"Before long I shall begin to enjoy this hunt, Charles. I like to find originality in a felon. It varies the routine.

At any rate, it is something new that you and I should be shadowed by the very people we are in pursuit

"Well, it was too straightforward. Theydon puzzles me. I admit it frankly. He also worries me. But let me

handle him in my own way. Have no fear that he will use our material for newspaper purposes. With regard

to the Innesmore Mansions affair, Theydon will lie close as a fish. Why? No use asking you, of course. You

despise intuition. When you die some one should begin your epitaph: 'From information received.' But I'll

stick to Theydon. See if I don't, even if I have to go up with him in one of Forbes's airships."

WITH the morning Theydon brought a mature and impartial judgment to bear on his perplexities. The

average man, if asked to form an opinion on any difficult point, will probably arrive at a saner decision

during the first pipe after breakfast than at any other given hour of the day. Excellent physiological reasons

account for this truism. The sound mind in a sound body is then working under the most favorable conditions.

It is free from the strain of affairs. The cold, clear morning light divests problems of the undue importance,

or, it may be, the glamour of novelty, which they possessed overnight. At any rate, Frank Theydon, clenching

a pipe between his teeth, and gazing thoughtfully through an open window at the trees in Innesmore Gardens,

reviewed yesterday's happenings calmly and critically, and arrived at the settled conviction that his proper

course was to visit Scotland Yard and make known to the authorities the one vital fact he had withheld from

It was not for him to assess the significance of Mr. Forbes's desire to remain in the background. If the

millionaire's excuse, or explanation, of his failure to communicate at once with the Criminal Investigation

Department was a sufficiently valid one, Scotland Yard would be satisfied and might agree to keep his name

On the other hand, he, Theydon, might be balking the course of justice by holding his tongue. There was yet a

third possibility, one fraught with personal discredit. Mr. Forbes himself might realize that a policy of candor

Suppose he was minded to tell the detectives that he was the man who visited Mrs. Lester shortly before

midnight, what would Winter and Furneaux think of the young gentleman who had actually dined with

Forbes before they took him into their confidencewho heard with such righteous indignation how Mrs.

Lester met her deathyet brazenly concealed the fact that he had just left the house of one whom they were

Of course, the radiant vision of Evelyn Forbes intruded on this wellconsidered and unemotional analysis;

"No, by Jove!" he communed. "You mustn't make an ass of yourself, my boy, because a pretty girl was

gracious for an hour or so. Be honest with yourself, old chap! If there were no Evelyn, or if Evelyn were

Yet he had given a promise. How reconcile an immediate call on Scotland Yard with the guarantee of secrecy

demanded by Forbes? Well, he must put himself right with Forbes without delaytell him straightforwardly

that the bond could not hold. Theydon was no lawyer, but he was assured that an agreement founded on

He would be adamant with Forbes, and decline to countenance any plea in support of continued silence. If

Forbes's demand was reasonable, Scotland Yard would grant it. If justice compelled Forbes to come out into

"So that settles it," announced Theydon, firmly if not cheerfully. "I'll ring up Forbes, and get the thing over

and done with. I'll never see his daughter again, I suppose, but that can't be helped. 'tis better to have seen and

He turned from the window, walked to the fireplace, tapped his pipe firmly on the grate, and was about to go

into the hall and call up the telephone exchange, when the doorbell rang. He was aware of a muffled

conversation between Bates and a visitor. Then the valet appeared, obviously ill at ease.

"If you please, sir," he announced, "a lady, a Miss Beale, of Oxford, who says she is Mrs. Lester's aunt,

Theydon was immensely surprised, as well he might be. But there was only one thing to be done.

Miss Beale entered. She was slight of figure, middleaged and grayhaired. The wanness of her thin features

was accentuated by an attire of deep mourning, but the pallor in her cheeks fled for an instant when she set

It was a curious utterance, and Theydon tried to relieve her evident nervousness by being mildly humorous.

"I hope to correct my juvenile appearance in course of time," he said, smiling. "Meanwhile, won't you be

seated? You are not quite unknown to me, Miss Beale. That isI heard of you last night from the Scotland

She sat down at once, but seemed to be at a loss for words. Her lips trembled, and Theydon thought she was

"Have you traveled from Oxford this morning?" he said, simulating a courteous nonchalance he was far from

feeling. "If so, you must have started from home at an ungodly hour. Let me have some breakfast prepared

"I would not have ventured to call on you if I had not seen your name in the newspaper," she went on.

Miss Beale certainly had the knack of saying unexpected things. It was nothing new that Theydon should find

his own name in print, but on this occasion he could not choose but associate the distinction with the cringe

in No. 17; that he should be mentioned in connection with it was neither anticipated nor pleasing. At the same

time he realized the astounding fact that he had not even glanced at a newspaper during twentyfour hours.

"Itit saidthat Mr. Francis Berrold Theydon, the wellknown author, lived in No. 18, the flat exactly

opposite that which my unhappy niece occupied. II have read some of your books, Mr. Theydon, and I

He laughed. Bates entered, and was almost shocked at finding his master in such lively mood.

"Oh, this lady has traveled from Oxford this morning; a cup of tea and some nice toast, please, Bates," said

Theydon. Then when the two were alone together again, he brushed aside the question of his age as irrelevant.

"I assure you that since this time yesterday I have lost some of the careless buoyancy of youth," he said. "I

had not the honor of Mrs. Lester's acquaintance, but I knew her well by sight, and I received the shock of my

life last evening when I heard of her terrible end. It is an extraordinary thing, seeing that we were such close

neighbors, but I believe you got the news long before I did, because I left home early and heard nothing of

"Then you will be able to tell me something definite. I have promised to call at Scotland Yard at eleven

o'clock, and the only scraps of intelligence I have gathered are those in the papers. I would have come to

London last night, but was afraid to travel, lest I should faint in the train. Moreover, some one in London

promised to send a detective to see me. He came, but could give no information. Indeed, he wanted to learn

certain things from me. So, after a weary night, I caught the first train, and it occurred to me, as you lived so

The long speech was too much for her, and her lips quivered pitifully a second time.

"I fully understand," said Theydon sympathetically. "Now, I'm positive you have eaten hardly anything today.

"No, please. I'll be glad of the tea, but I cannot make a mealyet. Is it true that my niece was absolutely

Seeing that Miss Beale was consumed with anxiety to hear an intelligible version of the tragedy, Theydon at

once recited all, or nearly all, that was known to him. The only points he suppressed were those with

reference to the gray car and the ivory skull. The lady listened attentively and with more selfcontrol than he

Bates came in with a laden tray, on which a boiled egg appeared. Mrs. Bates had used her discretion, and

decided that any one who had set out from Oxford so early in the day must be in need of more solid

refreshment than tea and toast. Thus cozened, as it were, into eating, Miss Beale tackled the egg, and

Theydon was glad to note that she made a fairly good meal, being probably unaware of her hunger until the

But she missed no word of his story, and when he made an end, put some shrewd questions.

"I take it," she said, "that the strange gentleman who visited my niece on Monday night posted the very letter

"Then it would seem that she resolved to come to me at Iffley as the result of something he told her?"

"Because I heard from her only last Saturday, and she not only said nothing about coming to Oxfordshire, but

asked me to arrange to spend a fortnight in London before we both went to Cornwall for the Summer."

"It is odd, too, that you and the detectives should have noticed the smell of a joss stick in the flat," went on

Miss Beale. "Edithmy niece, you knowcould not bear the smell of joss sticks. They reminded her of

Theydon looked more startled than such a seemingly simple statement warranted. He had realized already

that the ivory skull was the work of an Oriental artist, and the mention of Shanghai brought that sinister

"Yes. She was out there nearly six years. Her husband died suddenly last Octoberhe was poisoned, she

"He was a barrister. I do not mean that he practised in the Consular courts. He was making his way in

England, but was offered some sort of appointment in Shanghai. The post was so lucrative that he

relinquished a growing connection at the bar. I have never really understood what he did. I fancy he had to

report on commercial matters to some firm of bankers in London, but he supplied very little positive

information before Edith and he sailed. Indeed, I took it that his mission was highly confidential, and about

that time there was a lot in the newspapers about rival negotiators for a big Chinese loan, so I formed the

opinion that he was sent out in connection with something of the sort. Neither he nor Edith meant to remain

long in the Far East. At first their letters always spoke of an early return. Then, when the years dragged on,

and I asked for definite news of their homecoming, Edith said that Arthur could not get away until the

country's political affairs were in a more settled state. Finally came a cablegram from Edith: 'Arthur dead;

sailing immediately,' and my niece was with me within a few weeks. The supposed cause of her husband's

death was some virulent type of fever, but, as I said, Edith was convinced that he had been poisoned."

"That I never understood. She never willingly talked about Shanghai, or her life there. Indeed, she was

always most anxious that no one should know she had ever lived in China. Yet she had plenty of friends out

there. I gathered that Arthur had left her well provided for financially, and they were a most devoted couple.

Edith was the only relative I possessed. It is very dreadful, Mr. Theydon, that she should be taken from me in

Her hearer was almost thankful that she yielded to the inevitable rush of emotion. It gave him time to collect

his wits, which had lost their poise when that wickedlooking little skull was, so to speak, thrust forcibly into

"In a word," he said, at last, "you are Mrs. Lester's nextofkin and probably her heiress?"

"Yes, I suppose so, though I was not thinking of that," came the tearful answer.

"Yet the relationship entails certain responsibilities," said Theydon firmly. " You should be legally

represented at the inquest. Are your affairs in the hands of any firm of solicitors?"

"Yesat Oxford. I contrived to call at their office yesterday and they recommended me to consult these

people," and Miss Beale produced a card from a handbag. Theydon read the name and address of a

"Good," he said. "I recommend you to go there at once. By the way, was any one looking after Mrs. Lester's

"Yyes. I do happen to know the source from which her income came. Shemade a secret of itin a

"Pray don't tell me anything of that sort. Your legal adviser might not approve."

"But what does it matter now? Poor Edith is dead. Her affairs cannot help being dragged into the light of day.

She had some railway shares and bonds, some of which were left to her by her father, and others which came

under a marriage settlement, but the greater part of her revenue was derived from a monthly payment made

Miss Beale naturally misinterpreted the blank stare with which Theydon received this remarkable statement.

"I don't see why any one should wish to conceal a simple matter of business like that," she said nervously.

"May I explain that I have an impression, not founded on anything quite tangible, that Mr. Forbes was largely

interested in the syndicate which sent Arthur Lester to China, so it is very likely that the payment of an

annuity, or pension, to Arthur's widow would be left in his care. I do not know. I am only guessing. But that

Theydon recovered his selfcontrol as rapidly as he had lost it. He glanced at the clock10:15. Within half

an hour, or less, Miss Beale would be on her way to Scotland Yard. He must act promptly and decisively, or

he would find himself in a distinctly unfavorable position in his relations with the Criminal Investigation

"I happen to be acquainted with Mr. Forbes," he said, striving desperately to appear cool and methodical

when his brain was seething. "Would you mind if I just rang him up on the telephone? A few words now

"O, you are most helpful," said the lady, blushing again with timid gratitude. "I am so glad I summoned up

courage to call on you. I was terrified at the idea of going to the Police Headquarters, but I shall not mind it at

Soon Theydon was asking for "00400, Bank." He had left the door of his sitting room open purposely. No

matter what the outcome, he no longer dared keep the compact of silence into which he had entered with

Forbes. But the millionaire was not at his office. In response to a very determined request for a word with

some one in authority, "on a matter of real urgency," the clerk who had answered the call brought "Mr.

"It is important, vitally important, that I should speak with Mr. Forbes within the next few minutes," said

Theydon, after giving his name and address. "Do you expect him to arrive soon? Or shall I try and reach him

"Mr. Forbes will not be here till midday," came a voice with a pronounced Scottish intonation. "I'm doubtful,

"It will be too late, then. Please understand, Mr. Macdonald, that I am making this call at Mr. Forbes's

express wish. It is, as I have said, vitally important that I should get in touch with him without delay."

"I cannot go beyond what I have said," was the reply. "If you like to ask at his house "

"O, ring off!" cried Theydon, who pictured the secretary as a lanky hollowcheeked Scot, a model of

discretion and trustworthiness, no doubt, but utterly unequal to a crisis demanding some measure of

selfconfident initiative. In reality, Mr. Macdonald was short and stout, and quite a jovial little man.

After an exasperating delay, he got into communication with the Forbes mansion in Fortescue Square.

"I'm Mr. Frank Theydon," he said, striving to speak unconcernedly. "Is Mr. Forbes in?"

A pause of indecision on Tomlinson's part. Then, a possible solution of the difficulty.

Theydon blurted out this emphatic acceptance of the butler's suggestion without a thought as to its possible

consequences. He was racking his brain in a frenzy of uncertainty as to how he should frame his words when

he heard quite clearly a woman's footsteps on the parquet flooring, and caught Evelyn Forbes's voice saying

to Tomlinson: "How fortunate! Mr. Theydon is the very person I wished to speak to, but I simply dared not

The slight incident only provided Theydon with a new source of wonderment. Why should Evelyn Forbes

want speech with him at that early hour? Perhaps she would explain. He could only hope so, and trust to luck

"That you, Mr. Theydon?" came the girl's voice, sweet in its cadence yet ominously eager. "How nice of you

to anticipate my unspoken thought! I have been horribly anxious ever since I read of that awful affair at

"O, you cannot choke off a woman's curiosity quite so easily. You see, I happen to know that Mrs. Lester's

sad death affects my father in some way, and I realize now that you two were just on pins and needles to get

"Wait till I've finished, and you will not be under the necessity of telling me any polite fibs. You men are all

alike. You think the giddy feminine brain is not fitted to cope with mysteries, and that is where you are

utterly mistaken. A woman's intuition often peers deeper than a man's logic. I "

"Do forgive me," broke in Theydon despairingly, "but I am really most anxious to know how and where I can

get a word with your father. I would not be so rude as to interrupt you if I hadn't the best of excuses. Tell me

Some hint of utter bewilderment in Theydon's tone must have reached the girl's alert ear.

"Ah! Touch�!" she cried. "Now will you be good and tell me why Dad should receive a little ivory skull by

Theydon knew that he paled. His very scalp tingled with an apprehension of some shadowy yet none the less

affrighting evil. But he schooled himself to say, with a semblance of calm interest:

She laughed lightly. Theydon was so flurried that he did not realize the possibility of Evelyn Forbes being as

"Dad and I make a point of breakfasting together at nine o'clock every morning," she said. "We were talking

about you, and he told me of the dreadful thing that happened to Mrs. Lester. I was reading the account of the

tragedy in a newspaper, when I happened to glance at him. He was going through his letters, and I was just a

trifle curious to know what was in a flat box which came by registered post. He opened it carelessly and

something fell out and rolled across the table. I picked it up and saw that it was a small piece of ivory, carved

with extraordinary skill to represent a skull. Indeed, it was so clever as to be decidedly repulsive. I was going

to say something when I saw that the letter which was in the same box had alarmed him so greatly that, for a

second or two, I thought he would faint. But he can be very strong and stern at times, and he recovered

himself instantly, was quite vexed with me because I had examined the ivory skull, and forbade my going out

until he had returned from the Home Office. Tomlinson and the other men have orders not to admit any one

to the house, no matter on what pretext, and I'm sure the letter and its nasty little token are bound up in some

way with Mrs. Lester's death. Won't you let me into the secret? I shan't scream or do anything foolish, but I

A sudden change in the girl's voice warned Theydon of a restraint of which he had been unconscious hitherto.

He tried to temporize, to whittle away her fears. That was a duty he owed to Forbes, who was clearly resolved

"I really fail to see why you should assume some connection between the crime which was committed here

on Monday night and the arrival of a somewhat singular package at your house this morning," he said

"Like every other woman, I jump at conclusions," she answered. "Why should this crime, in particular, have

worried my father? Unfortunately, the newspapers are full of such horrid things, yet he hardly ever pays them

any attention. No, Mr. Theydon, I am not mistaken. He either knew Mrs. Lester, and was shocked at her

death, or saw in it some personal menace. Then comes the letter, with its obvious threat, and I am ordered to

remain at home, under a strong guard, while he hurries off to Whitehall. You have met my father, Mr.

Theydon. Do you regard him as the sort of man who would rush off in a panic to consult the Home Secretary

"But you can hardly be certain that a wretched crime in this comparatively insignificant quarter of London

" Of course I am certain," she cried. " Why won't you be candid? You know I am rightI can tell it from

"Pardon the interruption," he said, "but I must point out that both of us are acting unwisely in discussing such

matters over the telephone. Really, neither must say another word, except thiswhen I have found your

father I'll ask his permission to come and see you. Perhaps we three can arrange to meet somewhere for

luncheon. That is absolutely the farthest limit to which I dare go at this moment."

The receiver was hung up in a temper, and the prompt ringoff jarred disagreeably in Theydon's ear. If he

was puzzled before, he was thoroughly at sea now. But he took a bold course, and cared not a jot whether or

The mere sound of Evelyn Forbes's voice had steeled his heart and conscience against the dictates of common

sense. Let the detectives think what they might, the girl's father must be allowed to carry through his plans

"Miss Beale," said Theydon, gazing fixedly into the sorrowladen eyes of the quiet little lady whom he found

seated where he had left her, "I'm going to tell you something very important, very serious, something so

farreaching and momentous that neither you nor I can measure its effect. You heard the conversation on the

"I heard what you were saying, but could not understand much of it," said his visitor in a scared way.

"I have been trying to communicate with Mr. Forbes, but his daughter tells me that the murder of your niece

seems to have affected him in a manner which is incomprehensible to her, and even more so to me, though I

am acquainted with facts which her father and I have purposely kept from her knowledge. Mr. Forbes has

gone hurriedly to the Home Office. I suppose you know what that means? He is about to give the Home

Secretary certain information, and it is not for you or me to interfere with his discretion. Now, if you tell the

Scotland Yard people what you have told me, namely, that Mr. Forbes was the intermediary through whom

Mrs. Lester received the greater part of her income, he will be brought prominently into the inquiry. You see

"Well, I want you to suppress that vital fact until we know more about this affair. It will not be for long. Each

of us must tell our story without reservation at some future datewhether this afternoon, or tomorrow, or a

week hence, I cannot say now. But I do ask you to keep your knowledge to yourself until I have had an

opportunity of consulting Mr. Forbes. I undertake to tell you the exact position of matters without delay, and

"I know little of the world, Mr. Theydon," said Miss Beale, rising, and beginning to draw on her gloves, "but

I shall be very greatly surprised if you are advising me to act otherwise than honorably. I shall certainly not

utter a word about Mr. Forbes at Scotland Yard. When all is said and done, my statement to you was largely

guesswork. You must remember that I have never seen Mr. Forbes, nor hardly ever heard his name except in

connection with public matters in the Press. O, yes. I make that promise readily. I trust you implicitly!"

THEYDON escorted Miss Beale downstairs. As they passed the closed door of No. 17, the lady shivered.

"To think that within the next few days I would have been staying there with Edith, and planning evenings at

the theater before going to Newquay!" she murmured; there was a pitiful catch in her voice that told better

At best she was a shrinking, timid little woman, for whom life probably held but narrow interests. Such as

they were, their placid content was forever shattered. The death of her niece had closed the one chief avenue

leading to the outer world. She would retire to the quiet backwater of Iffley, to become more faded, more

Theydon commiserated with her deeply and did not hesitate to utter his thoughts while putting her into a cab.

"Have you no friends in London?" he inquired. "I don't like the notion of sending you off alone into this

wilderness. London is the worst place in the world for any one in distress. The heedless multitude seems to be

callous and unsympathetic. It isn't, in reality. It simply doesn't know, and doesn't bother."

"I used to claim some acquaintances here, but I have lost track of them for years," she said. "In any event, I

shall have more than enough to occupy my mind today. The inquest opens at three o'clock, and I must face

the ordeal of identifying Edith's body. The detective told me that this should be done by a relation, while the

only other person who could actAnn Rogershas been nearly out of her mind since yesterday morning."

"Then I'll get my sister to call. You'll like her. She's a jolly good sort, and a chat with another woman will be

far more beneficial than the society of detectives and lawyers and suchlike strange fowl. Keep your spirits

up, Miss Beale. Nothing that you can say or do now will restore the life so cruelly taken, but you and I, each

in our own way, can strive to bring the murderer to justice. I am convinced that a distinct step in that direction

will be taken this very day. You can count on seeing or hearing from me as soon as possible after I have

discussed matters with Mr. Forbes. Meanwhile, don't forget to have a lawyer representing you at the inquest."

They parted as though they were friends of long standing. Theydon was genuinely sorry for this grayhaired

woman's plight, and she evidently regarded him as a kindhearted and eminently trustworthy young man. He

stood and watched the cab as it bore her off swiftly into the maelstrom of London. He could not help thinking

that seldom had he met one less fitted for the notoriety thrust upon all connected with a muchtalkedof

When the press interviewers, the photographers, the hundred and one officials with whom she must be

brought in contact, were done with her, poor Miss Beale would retire to her Oxfordshire nook in a state of

mental bewilderment that would baffle description. In one of his books Theydon had endeavored to depict

just such a middleaged spinster confronted with a situation not wholly unlike that which now faced Miss

He smiled grimly when he realized how far fiction had wandered from fact. The woman of his imagination

had acted with a strength of character, a decisiveness, that outwitted and confounded certain scheming

personages in the story. How different was the reality! Miss Beale, rushing across London in a taxi, reminded

He was about to reenter the mansions, meaning to telephone to both the Fortescue Square house and the Old

Broad Street offices, and ask for instant news of Mr. Forbes in either locality. He was so preoccupied that he

failed to notice an approaching taxicab, though the driver was signaling, and even tooted a motor horn loudly

Then Theydon recognized Evans, the taxidriver, who had brought him from Fortescue Square.

"Yes, sir, I think so," was the somewhat surprising answer. "When I dropped you last night I got a fare to

Euston. Then I took a gentleman to the Langham, an', as I felt like a snack, I pulled into the nearest cab rank.

I was having some corfee an' a sandwich when I 'appened to speak about the gray car to one of ahr chaps.

'That's odd,' he said. 'Quarter of an hour ago I had a theater job to Langham Plice, an' a gray landaulette

stopped in front of the Chinese Embassy. It kem along from the east side, too.' He didn't notice the number,

sir, so there may be nothink in it, after all, but I thought you might like to hear wot my pal said."

"That's the queer part of it, sir. I axed pertic'ler. This gray car brought a gentleman, a small, youngish man,

'oo skipped up the Embassy steps like a lamplighter, and went in afore you could s'y 'knife.' Somebody might

ha' bin watchin' for him through the keyhole, the door was opened that quick. Then the car went off. My

friend wouldn't ha' given a second thought to it if the gentleman hadn't vanished like a jackinthebox.

Theydon tried to look as though Evans's statement merely puzzled him, whereas his mind was already busy

with the extraordinary coincidences which the haphazard events of a few hours had produced. Was the Far

East bound up in some mysterious way with Mrs. Lester's death? Did the crime possess a political

"Your informant was not mistaken about the Chinese Embassy, I suppose?" he said.

"No, sir. He's always in that district. His garage is at the back of Great Portland Street. He knows most of

"Then that gray car can hardly have been our gray car," commented Theydon, deeming it wise to prevent the

"I'm very much obliged to you, of course. I said halfacrown, didn't I? Here you are. Keep an eye open for

"Thank you, sir." Then Evans lifted his eyes to the block of buildings. "A nasty business this murder which

was done 'ere the other night, sir," he went on. "One 'ud hardly b'lieve it possible for such things to tike plice

Much as he was disinclined for gossip of the sort at the moment, Theydon saw that he must endeavor to

dissociate the gray car and the crime from their dangerous juxtaposition in the man's mind, so he spoke about

Mrs. Lester's attractive appearance, harped on the apparent aimlessness of the deed, hinted darkly at clews in

the possession of the police, and finally got rid of the wellmeaning chauffeur. Back he went to his

telephone, and having ascertained that Mr. Forbes was fully expected to put in an appearance at the city

They contained sensational but fairly accurate accounts of the tragedy. One enterprising journal had

published an interview with Bates, whom the reporter described as "a typical British manservant," which

was amusing, since Bates had "retired noncommissioned officer" written all over his square frame and

The same journalist spoke of Theydon himself, and had even ferreted out the fact that Mrs. Lester was the

widow of an English barrister who had died at Shanghai. On reaction, Theydon saw that there was nothing

unusual in this statement. The connection between the metropolitan press and the bar is old and intimate, and

Resolved to possess his soul in patience till twelve o'clock, the hour being yet barely 11:30 a. m., Theydon

tackled a page of reviews, since there is always consolation for a writer in learning at second hand what sheer

He was growling at the discovery that some hapless essayist had appropriated a title which he himself had

marked down for his next book, when the doorbell rang. He did not give much heed, because so many

tradesmen called during the course of each morning, so he was surprised and startled when Bates announced:

Had a powerful spring concealed in the seat of his chair been released suddenly, Theydon could not have

bounced to his feet with greater speed. Forbes came in. He was pale, but selfcontained and cleareyed.

"Forgive an unceremonious visit," he said. "I'm glad to find you at home. I meant to arrive here sooner, but I

By this time Bates had closed the door; Theydon explained his presence in the flat by saying that within a few

"Ah! Did you speak to Macdonald?" said Forbes, dropping into a chair with a curious lassitude of manner

"You would get nothing out of Macdonald," he said. "He knows that my visits to the Chinese Embassy are

few and far between and generally have to do withbut what is it now? Why should you be so perturbed

Theydon was literally astounded, and did not strive to hide his agitation. But he was by no means

tonguetied. Now, most emphatically, was he determined to have done with pretense. Whether by accident or

The younger man deliberately crossed the room, pulled up the blind, thus admitting the flood of light which

comes only from the upper third of a window, and sat down in such a position that Forbes was compelled to

"Before you utter another word, Mr. Forbes," he said gravely, "let me tell you that in my efforts to trace your

whereabouts I also called up Fortescue Square. Miss Forbes came to the telephone. She said you had gone to

the Home Office. By some feminine necromancy, too, she divined the link which binds you with the death of

Mrs. Lester. She was distressed on your account, and I was hard put to it to extricate myself from the risk of

"What do you imply by that remark?" interrupted Forbes, piercing the other with a look that was strangely

"I imply the serious fact that I know who visited Mrs. Lester before she met her death. I not only heard her

visitor's arrival and departure, but saw him at the corner of these mansions while on my way home from

Daly's Theater, and again when he posted a letter in the pillar box on the same corner. If such unwonted

interest on my part in the movements of one who was then a complete stranger surprises you, let me remind

you that only a few minutes earlier I had stood by his side at the door of the theater and heard him telling his

Forbes smiled, but uttered no word. His expression was inscrutable. His pallor reminded Theydon of the tint

of ivory, of that waxenwhite Dutch grisaille beloved of fifteenth century illuminators of manuscripts. His

These negative indications conveyed absolutely nothing to Theydon, who for the second time in their brief

acquaintance found himself in the ridiculous position of one explaining a fault rather than, as he imagined,

"So we had better dispense with ambiguities, Mr. Forbes," he went on, speaking with a precision that sounded

oddly in his own ears. "It was you who called on Mrs. Lester on Monday night, you who posted the letter she

wrote to Miss Beale at Iffley, Oxfordshire, you for whom the police are now searching. I have contrived thus

far to keep your secret, but the situation is passing out of my control. I would help you if I could"

The monosyllable, sharp and insistent, was disconcerting as the unexpected crack of a whip, but Theydon

"Because of the monstrous absurdities with which Fate has plagued me during the past two days, I appeal

now for outspokenness, so I set an example. Had it not been for your daughter's remarkably attractive

appearance I should not, in all likelihood, have given a second glance at my neighbors on the steps of the

theater. But I cannot forget that I did see both her and youindeed, Miss Forbes herself recalled the

incidentand the close questioning of the Scotland Yard men who were here last night showed me the folly

of imagining that I could deny all knowledge of you. I recognize now that some impish contriving of

circumstances forced this knowledge upon me. The sudden downpour of rain, and the fact that I was delayed

by a slight accident to my cab, conspired with the apparently simple chance which led me to overhear the

conversation between Miss Forbes and yourself. I tried hard to baffle the detectives "

"Why?" he cried. "Was I not your guest? How could I come from a house where I had been admitted to a

delightful intimacy and tell the representatives of the law that my host was the man they were looking for?"

During some seconds Forbes bent his eyes on the floor, seemingly in deep thought.

"Theydon," he said at last, looking up in his direct way, "I am your senior by a good many yearsam old

enough, as the saying goes, to be your father. I may venture, therefore, to give you a piece of sound advice.

Pack a kitbag, catch the afternoon boat train for Boulogne, and go for a walking tour in Normandy and

Brittany. When I was your age and a junior in a bank I had to take my holidays in May; each year I tramped

that corner of France. I recommend it as a playground. It will appeal to your literary instincts, and it has the

immeasurable advantage just now of being practically as remote from London as the Sahara."

It must not be forgotten that Theydon was a romancer, an idealist. The "lounge suit" of the modern tailor

hampers the play of such qualities no more than the beaten armor of the age of chivalry.

"If my departure for France will relieve Miss Forbes of anxiety on your behalf, I'll go," he vowed.

"But I cannot send you out of the country on a false pretense. It was your safety and wellbeing, not my

"I do not know. I am like a man wandering by night in a jungle alive with fearsome beasts and reptiles."

"Yes. It is an absurd thing to say, but I believe I am putting you in danger of your life by coming here this

"Can't you speak plainly, Mr. Forbes? What good purpose do you serve by holding forth these vague terrors?

If, as Miss Forbes told me, you have visited the Home Office, I take it you made yourself clear to the

authoritiesassuming, that is, you went there in connection with the amazing conditions which seem to be

"There is a certain class of knowledge which is in itself dangerous to those who possess it, no matter whether

or not it affects them in any particular. I recommend you, in good faith, to leave London today."

"If my own safety is the only consideration I refuse as readily as I agreed before."

Theydon's tone grew somewhat impatient. He really fancied that Forbes was trifling with him. Indeed, a

queer doubt of the man's complete sanity now peeped up in him. Forbes was regarded as a crank by a large

section of the public on account of his peace propaganda; if that opinion were justified why should he not be

It was fantastic, almost stupid, to look upon him as responsible for Mrs. Lester's murder, but there was always

a possibility that he might be utilizing the chance which led him to her apartments shortly before the crime

was committed to cover himself and his movements with a veil of spurious mystery. In a word, though

Theydon had likened his visitor's face to a mask of ivory he had momentarily forgotten the ominous token

found on Mrs. Lester's body and duplicated in Forbes's own house by the morning's post.

Forbes spread wide his hands with the air of one who heard, but was allowing his thoughts to wander. When

"Laterperhaps todayperhaps it may never be necessaryI may explain myself to your heart's content,"

he said slowly. "At present I am here to ask a favor. In the first place, is Mrs. Lester's flat in charge of the

"I am not sure. I imagine there is not. When the Scotland Yard men and I came out after midnight they locked

the door and took away the key. Theerbody is at the mortuary, awaiting the opening of the inquest at

"Because I wish to go in there. And that brings me to the favor I seek. The secretary of these flats, even the

hall porter, should have a master key. Borrow it on some pretext. They will give it to you."

"Really, Mr. Forbes " gasped Theydon, voicing his surprise as a preliminary to a decided refusal. He was

interrupted by the insistent clang of the telephonethat curt herald which brooks no delay in answering its

"I've waited patiently " she began, but he stopped her instantly by saying that her father was with him.

Forbes rose at once. He merely assured the girl that he was engaged in important business and would be

home soon after the luncheon hour. Meanwhile, she was not to go out, and his orders must be obeyed to the

"Now, Theydon," he said, coming back to the sitting room, "what about that key?"

The most extraordinary feature of an extraordinary case was the way in which the mere sound of Evelyn

Forbes's voice stilled any qualms of conscience in Theydon's breast. He knew he was acting foolishly in

conducting a blind inquiry on his own account, an inquiry which might well arouse the anger and active

resentment of the police, but he offered a sop to his better judgment by consulting Bates.

"The fact is, sir," admitted Bates nervously, "we have Ann Rogers's key in the kitchen. When she went away

on Monday she left it here, bein' afraid of losin' it. Of course, she took it on Tuesday mornin', and after goin'

"So, while Mrs. Lester was being killed, the key of her flat was actually in your possession?"

By this time Theydon was becoming exasperated at the veritable conspiracy which fate had engineered for

"Why on earth didn't you mention such an important fact to the detectives?" he almost shouted, "Don't you

"O, a plague on the detectives and on what they think!" broke in Forbes imperiously. "It doesn't matter a

straw what they think, and very little what they do. This affair goes a long way beyond the fourmile radius,

Theydon. The vital point is that your man has the key. Where is it? Let us go in there at once!"

"You offered me some advice, Mr. Forbes," said Theydon firmly. "Let me now return it in kind. If you wish

"My good fellow, I have spent a valuable hour this morning in persuading the Home Secretary that the less

Scotland Yard interferes in my behalf the more effectually shall I be protected. I don't want any detective

within a mile of my house or office. But, as I have told you already, explanations must waitYou, Bates,

look a man who can hold his tongue. Do so, and with Mr. Theydon's permission I'll make it worth your while

Theydon was silenced, if not convinced. He realized, of course, that he must make a full confession to the

Criminal Investigation Department before the sun went down, but argued that he might as well see the

Soon he and Forbes were standing at the door of No. 17. Forbes curbed his impatience sufficiently to permit

of any one who happened to be in the interior answering the summons of the electric bell. Of course, no one

came. The police had no reason to remain in charge of the place, and Ann Rogers would have become a

The aromatic odor of the burnt joss stick still clung to the suite of apartments, and Forbes noticed it at once.

Theydon led the way to the bedroom. He related Winter's theory of the crime, and pointed out its seeming

aimlessness. So far as the police could ascertain from the halfcrazy servant, none of Mrs. Lester's jewels

was missing. Even her gold purse, containing a fair sum of money, was found on the dressingtable.

He did not know that the detectives had taken away a few scraps of torn paper thrown carelessly into the

grate and had carefully gathered up a tiny snakelike curl of white ash from the tiled hearth, which, on

Forbes gazed at the impression on the side of the bed as though the body of the woman whom he had last

seen in full possession of her grace and beauty were still lying there. The vision seemed to affect him

profoundly. He did not speak for fully a minute, and, when speech came, his voice was low and strained.

"Tell me everything you know," he said. "The Scotland Yard men took an unusual step in admitting you to

their conclave. They must have had some motive. Tell me what they said, their very words, if you can recall

Theydon was uncomfortably aware of a strange compulsion to obey. His commonplace, everyday senses

cried out in revolt, and warned him that he was tampering dangerously with matters which should be left to

the cold scrutiny of the law, but some subconscious instinct overpowered these prudent monitors, and he gave

"The little onewho strikes me as having more brains than I credit the ordinary London policeman

withspoke of the evil deities of China. How did such an extraordinary topic crop up?"

"Mr. Winter alluded to the habit some ladies have of burning such incense in their houses, whereupon

Theydon felt insensibly that his companion was hinting at something more definite, but he was bound in

"Was nothing said as to the finding of some object, such as a small article obviously Chinese in origin, which

"The conversation I am relating took place the moment after we had entered the flat. We were standing in the

hall. It was wholly the outcome of the strange smell which was immediately perceptible."

"Are you quite sure they did not mention the discovery in this room of any object which could be regarded,

even remotely, as a sign or symbol left by the murderer to show that his crime was an act of vengeance, or

Theydon hesitated. Unquestionably he was in a position of no ordinary difficulty. But his doubts were solved

by an interruption that brought his heart into his mouth, because a thin, highpitched voice came through the

EVEN the boldest may flinch when confronted with that which is apparently a manifestation of the

supernatural. Theydon and Forbes were standing in a chamber of death. To the best of their belief they were

alone in an otherwise empty flat, and those ominous words coming from some one unknown and unseen

But Theydon was a healthy and athletic young Englishman, and Forbes was of the rare order which combines

a frame of exceptional physique with a mind accustomed to think imperially; two such men might be trusted

The door was thrown wide as they turned at the sound of the words, and Theydon recognized in a strange

little figurewearing a blue serge suit, a straw hat and brown bootsFurneaux, the man whom he had

looked on as somewhat of a crank and visionary during their talk of the previous night.

"You?" he gasped, and the note of recognition was sharpened by a sudden sense of dismay, almost of alarm,

because of the overwhelming knowledge that now all his scheming had collapsed, while the representatives

of Scotland Yard would regard him as nothing more than a poor sort of trickster.

But Forbes was not in the habit of yielding to any man, no matter what his status, or howsoever

"Who the devil are you, at any rate?" he cried angrily. "And what right have you to spy on gentlemen in this

manner, listening to their conversation, and breaking in with a cheap stage effect obviously intended to

Furneaux remained motionless, his feet set well apart and his hands thrust into his trousers pockets. The trim,

natty figure, the spruce and Summerlike attire, the small, wizened face with its cynically humorous and

wideawake aspectabove all, a certain jauntiness of air and cocksure expressioncertainly did not

"This is Mr. Furneaux of Scotland Yard," said the latter nervously. He imagined he could detect in Furneaux's

glance a mixture of amusement and contempt, amusement at the notion that any amateur should harbor the

belief that the two best men in the "Yard" could be egregiously hoodwinked, and contempt of one who so far

forgot himself as even to dare attempt such a thing in relation to a police inquiry into a murder.

"I don't know, and care less, who Mr. Furneaux of Scotland Yard may be," went on Forbes hotly. "I resent his

"I have given my reasons to the Home Secretary. That mere statement must suffice for you."

"I visited the Home Office this morning, and placed such evidence in the hands of the Home Secretary that

Scotland Yard will be requested to suspend all further investigation into the death of Mrs. Lester."

"Do you mean that the Home Secretary has sanctioned the breaking off of this inquiry."

"Because, if that is what your words imply, Mr. Forbes, I may tell you at once that I don't believe you. It is

more than any Home Secretary dare do, and if you harbor any lingering doubts on the point, go to Mr.

Theydon's telephone, ring up the Home Office, and tell the gentleman at the other end of the wire exactly

what I have said. Of course you really don't mean anything of the sort. By virtue of some special and inside

knowledge of certain facts communicated to the Home Secretary, you may have persuaded him to promise

that, provided the ends of justice are not defeated thereby, every precaution will be taken to keep the main

lines of the inquiry secret until the whole position can be laid before the law officers of the Crown. The Home

Secretary may have gone that far, Mr. Forbes, but not one inch farther, and you know it."

The two antagonists, so singularly disproportionate in size, were yet so perfectly matched in the vastly more

important qualities of brain and nerve that the contest lost all sense of inequality. Theydon felt himself of no

account in this duel. He was like an urchin watching openmouthed a combat of gladiators.

Forbes, not without a perceptible effort, choked down his wrath and recovered his poise.

"You have gaged the state of affairs accurately enough," he said, speaking more calmly. "May I, then,

recommend you to consult your direct superiors before carrying your investigations any furthur, Mr."

"I give you my full name, because one of the peculiar features of this case is the inability of some persons

mixed up in it to recall names, or even the mere salient facts," and the detective's glance dwelt for an instant

on Theydon, who, again, in his own estimation, shrank into the boots of a fourthform boy detected by a

But the little man was speaking impressively, and, Theydon compelled his wandering wits to pay attention.

"It will clear the air, perhaps," went on Furneaux, "if I point out that if any one here is playing the

spycarrying on some underhanded game, that isit is not I. These apartments are in charge of the police.

The manager of the whole block of flats and the porter of this particular section have been warned that no one

can be allowed to enter No. 17, on any pretext, until our inquiry is closed. Now, Mr. Forbes, kindly explain

An experienced man of the world like Forbes could hardly fail to see that he was in a false position, and that

any persistent attempt to browbeat the detective would not only meet with utter failure but might possibly

"That was a simple matter," he said. "Mrs. Lester's servant left her key in Mr. Theydon's establishment. Bates

surprised both his master and me by producing it when I expressed a wish to examine the place."

Forbes's face, usually so classic in outline, assumed a certain rigidity, and his firm chin grew markedly

"You meet with greater respect in Capel Court, I have no doubt," he snapped. "There you stand on a pedestal,

with one hand flourishing a checkbook and the other resting gracefully on the neck of a golden calf. Here,

you are simply an ordinary citizen behaving in a suspicious manner. If the uniformed policeman on the

neighboring beat knew what I know of your recent movements he would arrest you without ceremony, and

charge you with being concerned in the murder of Mrs. Lester. Between you and Mr. Theydon, the work of

my department has been hindered and burked most scandalously. Don't glare at me like that! I don't care

tuppence for your millions and your social position. What I do care about is the horrible risk you and each

member of your family are incurring. You know why, and while you are still alive I mean to force you to

speak. Tell me now why Mrs. Lester was killed. Tell me, too, why the same hand which thrust a little ivory

skull into the dead woman's underbodice caused a similar token to be delivered to you by this morning's post.

Ah, that touches you, does it? Now, my worthy financier and philanthropist, step down from your pedestal

Forbes positively wilted under that extraordinary attack. His white face grew wan, and his eyes dilated with

surprise and terror. The detective's words seemed to have the effect of a paralytic shock. Thenceforth he was

"How do you know," he gasped, "that I received an ivory skull this morning? Have you been to my house?

"You're ready to listen, eh? Well, I don't mind telling you that I have not stirred out of this flat since seven

o'clock this morning, and I question if your letters were delivered in Fortescue Square at that hour."

"I give in," said Forbes curtly. "Need we remain here? The smell of that cursed joss stick oppresses me."

"If Mr. Furneaux cares to abandon his vigil, my flat is entirely at your disposal," he said.

"My vigil, as you accurately describe it, has ended for the time being," said Furneaux, apparently mollified by

the millionaire's surrender. "I was sure that if I remained here long enough I would clear away some of the

fog attached to a case which promises to be one of the most remarkable I have ever investigated. Come,

gentlemen, let us be amiable to one another. I'm sorry if I lost my temper just now, but I regard myself as

being the only detective in existence who uses other sections of his brain than those governed by statutes

made and provided, and it riles me when men of superior intelligence like yourselves treat me as though my

mission in life was to direct the traffic and keep a sharp eye on mischievous juveniles.... Mr. Theydon, can

"Will you be good enough, then, to set her to work? Thus far, since the sun rose, I have stayed the pangs of

By this time, Theydon had thoroughly revised his first estimate of the diminutive detective. Indeed, he was

beginning to look on him as a quite noteworthy person, a man whose mental equipment it was most unwise to

assess at any lower valuation than the somewhat exalted one which Furneaux himself had set forth with such

As for Forbes, the millionaire seemed to have sunk into a species of stupor since Furneaux spoke of the ivory

skull. He uttered no word until the three were seated in Theydon's room, and his expression was so

"I imagine that a cup of coffee will do you also a world of good," he said. Then, whirling round on Theydon,

"Singular thing, isn't it?" mused the detective aloud, "how idiotic men and women can be in their attitude to

the supreme things of life. What is of greater importance than the food we eat and the liquors we drink?

Through them the body reconstitutes itself hourly and daily. Providence gives us a perfect engine, yet we clog

and choke its shafts and cylinders by supplying it haphazard with any sort of fuel and lubricant, no matter

how unsuited either may be to its purpose. Take coffee, for instance. The physiological action of coffee

depends on the presence of the alkaloid caffeine, which varies from 0.6 percent in the Arabian berry to 2

percent in that of Sierra Leone. Again, the aromatic oil, caffeine, which is developed by roasting, increases in

quantity the longer the seeds are kept. Unfortunately, coffee beans lose weight during storage, so you have a

clear commercial reason why grocers should not sell the best coffee, unless under compulsion of an

enlightened public opinion. Now you, Mr. Forbes, would never dream of putting your money into a

investment without full and careful inquiry into the history and scope of the proposed undertaking, while our

young friend here would snort furiously at a split infinitive or a false rhyme, yet, when I submit the vital

problem of the sort of coffee you imbibethe very essence and nutriment of your brains and bodiesyou

All this, of course, was excellent fooling, intended to dispel the brooding horror which had suddenly

descended upon Forbes since it was borne in on him that the demoniac wrath wreaked on Mrs. Lester was

To an extent, Furneaux's scheme succeeded. A gleam of interest shot from the millionaire's eyes. They lost

"You are a man after my own heart, Mr. Furneaux," he said. "I had no idea that the Criminal Investigation

Department employed philosophers of your caliber. I suppose that you and I are about to swallow coffee

"One does not look at gift coffee in the cup," grinned the little man, obviously well pleased with himself.

"But, if ever you two gentlemen favor my obscure dwelling with a visit, and partake of a meal, you will have

a strict analysis with every bite and sup. There is a grocer in Battersea who used to tremble at sight of me.

Now he has learned wisdom, and has quadrupled his trade by publishing learned disquisitions on the nature

and quality of each principal article he sells. You ought to read his treatise on butter. He is an authority on the

dietetic value of jam. The nutritive properties of his cheese are ruining the local butchers."

Furneaux's efforts were rewarded when the really excellent beverage provided by Mrs. Rates was disposed

of. Forbes seemingly atoned for his earlier secretiveness by placing every fact in his possession fully and

"Nearly seven years ago," he said, "I made a very large sum of money by amalgamating certain shipping

interests at a favorable moment. Thus, as it happened, I had at command practically unlimited resources when

I was asked to finance the cause of reform in China. The wretched lot of the Chinese Nation had always

appealed to my sympathies. Some hundreds of millions of the most industrious and peaceloving people in

the world have been exploited for centuries by a predatory caste. Given a chance to expand, freed from the

shackles of the Manchus, the Chinese, in my opinion, contain the elements which go to form a great race. But

the Manchus held them in bondage, body and soul, and, so powerful is selfinterest, there has never been an

Emperor or statesman who strove to elevate the masses who was not mercilessly assassinated as soon as he

allowed his intent to become known. The only path to freedom lay through revolution, and I had reason to

believe that the ruling faction could be overthrown by a wellorganized and properly financed movement

without the appalling bloodshed which often accompanies such dynastic changes. At any rate, I entered the

conspiracy, heart and soul. But I met with two difficulties at the outset. I could not exercise efficient financial

control in London, and I could neither go and live in the Far East nor transact my business through ordinary

banking channels. So I had to find a substitute, and my choice fell on a rising young barrister named Arthur

Lester, whom I had known since he was a boy who had married the daughter of an old friend. He had a taste

for adventure, and was alive to the magnificent career which lay before one who helped materially in the

rebirth of China. In a word, he went to Shanghai as my agent, and the outcome of his work there is the

present Chinese constitution. Of course, as holds good in all human affairs, events did not follow the precise

track mapped out for them. But, on the whole, he and I were satisfied. China is awake at last. The giant has

stirred, and, if his first uncertain steps have deviated from the open road of reform, he will never again sink

into the torpor of the past centuries. Manchu arrogance and domination, at any rate, are shadows of the past,

but unhappily, the conquerors who have been so effectually thrust aside have now embarked on a secret

campaign of vengeance and reaction. A society which calls itself the 'Young Manchus' is inspired by one

principle, and one only, and that is 'death to the reformers.' I don't suppose you gentlemen follow closely the

trend of affairs in China, but you must have read of the assassinations of prominent men reported

Furneaux clicked his tongue so loudly that Forbes stopped speaking and looked at him, thinking, apparently,

that the little detective meant to say something. He did, but it was Theydon whom he addressed.

"I'd give a week's pay if Winter was here now, and I could see those big eyes of his bulging out of his head,"

Theydon nodded. He understood perfectly. Then he caught Forbes's inquiring glance, and explained matters.

"Mr. Furneaux hinted last night at some such development as that which your present statement conveys, and

"Didn't I drag the Chinese aspect of the crime out of him with pincers?" came the indignant demand.

"Unquestionably. I only remark that your largesized friend had it tucked away all the time at the back of his

"Of course, he has a nose to smell joss sticks, and eyes to see an ivory skull, but didn't he say I was talking

nonsense when I spoke about Shang Ti scowling from a porcelain vase?" he shrilled.

"Sorry," he said, with an acid tone that was almost malicious. "I imagined you were so busy throwing dust in

our eyes that you wouldn't have noticed such fine shades of perception on Winter's part."

But Theydon was now able to measure this strange little man with some degree of accuracy; he only smiled.

"Pardon the interruption," he said. "Like every artist, I am pained when my best efforts are scoffed at by

heedless mediocrity. You, at least, will understand what a big thing it was to deduce even the vaguest outline

"I certainly do," agreed Forbes. "Until this morning I was convinced that Mrs. Lester's death removed the one

person in England who knew of my connection with the revolution in China. To revert to the Young

Manchusthey have secured far more victims than the world at large is aware of. I am sure that they

poisoned Arthur Lester, and his wife held the same view. They aim at nothing less than the extinction of the

democratic cause by the murder of every prominent man connected with it. But they never yet have been able

to obtain a full and authentic list of the reform leaders. They suspected poor Lester of complicity in the

movement, and killed him. It was through Mrs. Lester that I first became aware of their existence as an active

organization, and I hoped that when she had returned to England, and was living quietly in London, she

would be lost sight ofignored, in fact. Nevertheless, both she and I thought it prudent that our acquaintance

should cease until the turmoil in China had subsided. For that reason I never visited her, nor did I permit the

growth of friendship between her and my wife and daughtera friendship which, in happier conditions,

would have been natural and inevitable. But we were woefully mistaken. An Oriental vendetta neither

slackens nor dies. By some means wholly unknown to me, the Young Manchus must have discovered, or

guessed, that in leaving Lester's widow out of their reckoning they had lost a promising clew. Be that as it

may, they followed her to London, and, by a singular fatality, I was the first to know of it. Last Monday,

while driving home from the city, my car was held up in Piccadilly for a few seconds. Looking idly out at the

passing crowd, I saw a Chinaman in European clothes. He was waiting to cross the road, so I was able to

scrutinize him carefully, and, owing to a scar on the left side of his face, recognized him. His name is Wong

Li Fu, a Manchu of the Manchus, a mandarin of almost imperial lineage. Some years ago he was a young

attach� at the Chinese Embassy here. Suddenly, while on the way to my house, I recollected that certain

members of the Revolutionary Committee had spoken of this very man as being one of the ablest and most

unscrupulous adherents of the Manchu faction in Pekin. Somehow, his presence in London was disconcerting

and menacing. Who more likely than he, I argued, to be a leading spirit among the Young Manchus? In any

event, London was not big enough to hold both Mrs. Lester and him, and I decided to visit her that very

night, tell her I had seen Wong Li Fu, and advise her to go away into the country, leaving no record of her

whereabouts. I happened to be taking my daughter to Daly's Theater, and contrived to slip away on some

pretext after the performance. I found Mrs. Lester alone in her flat, and she fell in with my views at once,

because she, too, had heard of this very man, and the mere sound of his name terrified her. I was half inclined

to urge that she should go to an hotel for the night, but the lateness of the hour and the seeming fact that if

Furneaux, sitting on the edge of a chair, his head bent forward, his piercing black eyes intent as those of a

hawk, a hand resting on each knee, his attitude curiously suggestive of a readiness to spring forward at any

"You couldn't have saved her, Mr. Forbes," he said gravely. "She was marked down as the first warning.

Forbes took a creased and soiled document from a small, flat cardboard box which he carried in the breast

pocket of his coat. But first he withdrew from the box a little object, and placed it on the table. It was an ivory

skull, and the very presence of such a sinister token brought some hint of the charnelhouse into the cozy and

Furneaux, a creature oddly constituted either of all nerves or of no nerves, disregarded the skull. He had eyes

"James Creighton Forbes: If you are willing to come to terms, announce the fact by advertisement in

Thursday's Times. Address your reply to Y. M., and sign it 'J. C. F.' Yield, and you will hear further. Refuse,

FURNEAUX apparently made up his mind with reference to the contents of a somewhat enigmatic message

"The man who wrote that took a great many things for granted," he said. "He assumed, firstly, that you knew

of Mrs. Lester's death and understood its significance; secondly, that you are aware of the nature of the 'terms'

he will offer; thirdly, that you may hesitate between compliance and threatened death. 'Y. M.,' of course, can

be read as 'Young Manchus.' Even there, the writer exhibits artistic reticence.... Frankly, Mr. Forbes, I wish

you had come straight to Scotland Yard on Monday evening instead of wasting those precious hours at Daly's

"How was I to deduce the true nature of these hell hounds' mission from a casual glance vouchsafed of one

"Yet you treated your discovery as serious enough to warrant a prompt visit to the woman with whom

"Just so. You were afraid the police would bungle the job. Between you and Mr. Theydon, you have

exhibited remarkable skill in heading us off the scent. Fortunately, we were able to dispense with your

assistance, having other matters to occupy our brains. You two were ripe nuts waiting to be cracked and have

the contents extracted at leisure. There were a few freshly broken shells lying about which invited immediate

attention. For instance, some four months ago, a wellknown and reputable firm of private inquiry agents

was instructed from Canton to secure all possible information about Mrs. Lester and youyes, you, Mr.

Forbesyour household, friends, methods of living, servants, tradesmen, every sort of fact, indeed, which

might be useful to a thoroughgoing and wellorganized society of cutthroats like the Young Manchus. The

inquiry agents did their work well, and were handsomely paid for it. I haven't the least doubt that Wong Li Fu

knows what brand of cigars you favor, and what you eat for breakfast. His informants sent us a copy of their

notes an hour after the murder was announced in the newspapers. Mr. Lester is 'removed' in Shanghai. His

widow comes home. The inquiry agents receive instructions. They forward their report to Canton, and Wong

Li Fu turns up in London. The program is a tribute to the excellence and regularity of the mail service

While the detective was speaking, Forbes's face, already haggard, had grown desperate.

"I care little for my own life," he said, "but I shall stop short of no measures to protect my wife and daughter."

"I certainly recommend that an armed guard should be on duty day and night in any house where you may

happen to be living at the moment," replied Furneaux airily. "I really think that if your safety alone were at

"I regard you as a clever man, Mr. Furneaux, so may I remind you that this is neither the time nor the place

Theydon expected that Furneaux would flare into anger at this welldeserved rebuke; but, much to his

"Personally, I have looked on you from the outset as an innocent man," he said placidly. "But, just to show

how circumstantial evidence may be twisted into plausible error, let me point out that nearly all the known

facts conspire against you. Have you considered how dexterously a prosecuting counsel would treat your

admission that Mrs. Lester was the one person in England who knew of your connection with the

revolutionary party in China? And how would you set about convincing a stolid British jury that you were

acting in the interests of law and order in concealing your visit to No. 17 on the night of the murder? These

finedrawn speculations, however, are a sheer waste of breath. Suppose we concoct an advertisement for the

"But the Home Secretary agreed with me that no action should be taken until the Chinese Legation had

"They have their own sources of information. When all is said and done, Orientals are best fitted to deal with

"If I remember rightly, the way in which the Chinese Embassy dealt with one of your pet reformers some

years ago did not win general approval. No, Mr. Forbes, we must try and circumvent the wily Chinese by

other methods than torture and imprisonment. Of what avail will it be if this fellow, Wong Li Fu, is laid by

the heels? Isn't it more than certain that he has plenty of determined helpers? Do you imagine that he killed

Mrs. Lester? Not a bit of it. He will be able to produce the clearest proof that he was miles away from

Innesmore Mansions on Monday night. Now, let's see how we can get him to show his hand a little more

openly. How would this be? 'Y. M. Terms can be arranged. J. C. F.' The terms are, of course, that the

"One moment," struck in Theydon. "I have something to say before you decide on any definite action. I need

hardly inflict on you, Mr. Furneaux, an explanation of my silence hitherto. I don't even apologize for it. Faced

by a similar dilemma tomorrow I should probably take the same line. But, to adopt your own simile, now that

Mr. Forbes has come out of his shell, and admits his presence here on Monday night, my selfimposed

restrictions cease. In the first place, then, Miss Beale came here this morning "

"And, secondly, the gray car which pursued me on Monday seems to have been partly identified later. A car

resembling it in every detail deposited some one at the Chinese Legation in Portland Place, at an hour which

"Ah, that is important! I like that! I wasn't far wrong when I sensed you as an absolute carrier of clewgerms

"The Chinese Embassy!" gasped Forbes. "What car? And why should any car pursue you? Do you mean that

It was lamentable to watch the inroad which each successive shock was making on Forbes's physical

resources, but Theydon affected to ignore the new fright in his eyes, and told him what had happened.

Although he could see that Furneaux was in a fever of impatience to learn the later news, he thought that

Forbes should know the facts in view of the remarkable statement that he had visited the Chinese Embassy

In one respect, the recital was a test of the millionaire's professed readiness to deal candidly with the police.

Theydon was half inclined to believe that the other was still wishful to conceal that part of the day's doings.

But he was mistaken. When he had finished his own story, and given the taximan's version of the gray car's

appearance in Portland Place, Forbes threw out his hands in a gesture of despair.

"If the Embassy people are playing me false I do not know whom to trust," he said brokenly; "I have just

come from there, and they assure me that if Wong Li Fu and his gang are in London they are absolutely

"Pooh!" cried Furneaux, snapping a thumb and forefinger. "Don't worry about that! Put yourself in the

position of the Chinese Ambassador. He can't even guess who may be the ruler of China from one day to

another. Yesterday it was an old woman, today a dictator, tomorrow the mob; who can foretell what shape the

lava erupted from a volcano will take? Bet you a new hat, Mr. Forbes, that the minute the embassy heard of

Mrs. Lester's murder they put two and two together and kept a sharp eye on these mansions and on your

house. That gray car is nothing more nor less than a red herring accidentally drawn across the trail. Some cute

Chinaman said 'Hallo! that murdered woman is the wife of Forbes's agent in Shanghai. Now, let's see what

Forbes is doing, and who visits him, and perhaps we'll learn something.' Want a bet?"

Forbes could not help but recover some of his shattered nerve in view of the detective's airy optimism. Still,

"Don't forget that the Chinese Ambassador has no knowledge whatsoever of my share in the revolution," he

"And don't forget that for ways which are dark and tricks which are vain the heathen Chinee is peculiar,"

retorted Furneaux. "How can you be sure that there is not in the Embassy at this moment a full statement of

your payments into the reformers' funds, as well as the list of conspirators which our friend Wong Li Fu is in

"Is there anything really impossible? We used to believe that once a man was dead he could not be brought to

life again. A Frenchman has just demonstrated that by a judicious application of galvanism to the heart and

Evidently Furneaux was enjoying himself. He sat there, absorbing new impressions and irradiating scraps of

irrelevant knowledge in a way that would have been full of significance to Winter had he been present.

Furneaux was never so mercurial, never so ready to jump from one subject to another, as when his subtle

He actually reveled in a crime which lay on the borderland of the exotic and the grotesque. Like the French

philosopher in Poe's "Tales of Mystery and Imagination," the savant who read his newspaper in a dingy Paris

room, and solved by sheer force of intellect extraordinary criminal problems which baffled the shrewdest

official minds, he felt in relation to this particular tragedy that he required only to be brought in touch with

certain contingent forces bound up with itForbes, for instance, and, in a minor degree, Theydonand in

Suddenly the millionaire seemed to cast off the cloak of despair which clogged his energies and impaired his

brilliant intellect. He rose to his feet and involuntarily squared his shoulders.

"Surely we are wasting valuable hours which should be given to action," he cried. "I am going to the city and

shall arrange for a prolonged absence from my office. Then I'll hurry home, perfect my defenses, and defy

these murderous curs. My wife must come to London. In a crisis like this I must have my loved ones under

my own personal supervision. I can still shoot straight and quick, and woe betide any man, white or yellow,

He raised a clenched fist, and would have pounded into fragments the thin fabric of the ivory skull still lying

"No, no!" protested the detective. "I want that for purposes of comparison. Kindly give me that typed note,

too, Mr. Forbes. It may bear fingermarks. You never can tell. The cardboard box in which it was posted

also. Thank you. Now, a few more questions before you go. How much money did you provide for the

"If they failed, I lost every farthing, of course. If they succeeded, I was to recoup myself by financing the new

"But I gather that they have neither failed nor succeeded. China has a constitution, but the Presidential

election was conducted on lines suspiciously akin to those recently adopted in Mexico."

"That gives one furiously to think," he said. "The gray car comes back into the picture."

"I don't know. But I'll tell you whatthe man who first spoke of a Chinese puzzle as a metaphor for

"My brain is reeling," he muttered. "To think that in the London of today we should live in abject terror of a

band of Mongolian ruffians! Why do you remain here, man? You vaunt the prowess of your

departmentwhy are you not scouring every haunt of Chinamen in the East End? Spread your net widely

enough, and you will surely get hold of some minor scoundrel who will talk for fear or money. Bribe him to

the point where he cannot refuse to speak. Wong Li Fu is the only man I fear. Put him where he can

"When you come to count up the achievements of my friend Winter and myselfin the face of stupid but

none the less disheartening obstacleswe have not done so badly in two days," said Furneaux complacently.

"No, thanks. The truth is, Mr. Forbes, I look on you as a disturbing influence. A man who can talk as calmly

as you about dropping two millions on a crazy project to introduce Western methods into China is not fitted

for the phlegmatic and judicial atmosphere of Scotland Yard. If I want any money I'll come to you. If not, and

all goes well at No. 11 Fortescue Square, the next time I'll trouble you will be when you are asked to identify

Forbes seemed hardly to be aware of Furneaux's words. He went out. Theydon accompanied him, and, as

"It is my wife and daughter for whom I fear. I can hardly control my senses when I think of these yellow

fiends contemplating vengeance on me through them. Theydondo you believe in that detective? He is

either a vain fool or a genius. By the way, I forgot to ask him how he found out that I had received the

"I'll try and worm an explanation out of him. If he tells me I'll telephone you later. He is an extraordinary

creature, but abnormally clever at his work, I am sure. For my own part, I feel disposed to trust him

implicitly. I wish you had met his colleague, Chief Inspector Winter. He is the sort of man whose mere

"I shall be home in an hour," he said. "After that I shall not stir out all day. Telephone me if you have any

Theydon's eyes sparkled. He was longing to meet Evelyn Forbes once more, but a wretched doubt diminished

the glow of gratification which the prospect brought. Should he, or should he not, tell the girl's father of the

That minor worry, however, was banished suddenly and forever. Furneaux, taking the three steps which led

from entrance hall to pavement with a flying leap, cannoned right into Forbes, whom he grasped with both

hands, quite as much by way of emphasis as to check the impetus of his diminutive body.

"In with you!" he piped. " Tell your chauffeur to obey my orders, no matter what they are!"

Action, determination, were as the breath of the millionaire's nostrils. He aroused himself instantly.

Downs was one of those strange beings who have been evolved by the age of petrol, an automaton

compounded, seemingly, of steel springs and leather. He had long ago lost the art of speech, having cultivated

delicacy of hearing and quickness of sight at the expense of all other human faculties. The oldtime

coachman possessed a certain fluent jargon, which enabled him to chide or encourage his horses and

exchange suitable comments with the drivers of brewers' drays and market carts, but the modern chauffeur is

all an ear for the rhythm of machinery, all an eye for the nice calculation of the hazards of the road fifty yards

At any rate, Downs mumbled something which resembled "Yes, sir," Forbes sprang in and slammed the door,

Furneaux raced round the front of the car and perched himself beside Downs, and the heavy automobile was

Theydon was left gaping on the pavement. He saw that the car turned west, and caught a glimpse of

Furneaux's outstretched hand with forefinger pointing like the barrel of a pistol.

"Fool!" he cried, in bitter selfapostrophe. "Why didn't I jump in after Forbes? Now I am out of the hunt! I

"Bates!" he shouted. "Has Mr. Furneaux used the telephone, or did any one ring up?"

"No, sir," said Bates, coming hurriedly at that urgent call. "Fust thing I knew was he was tearin' out, an'

"O, doubledistilled idiot that I am!" growled Theydon again. "Why didn't I go with them!"

As though the gods heard his plaint and meant to crush him with their answer, the telephone bell sounded at

his elbow. Mechanically, he lifted the receiver off its hook, and immediately became aware of Tomlinson's

Theydon's heart apparently stopped for a second, and then raced madly into tumultuous action again.

"A telegram came from Mrs. Forbes, at Eastbourne, saying she was ill and wanted Miss Evelyn. I tried all I

knew to persuade Miss Evelyn to wait until she had spoken to her father, but she wouldn't listenshe just

Some membrane or film of tissue which might have served hitherto to shut off from Frank Theydon's cheery

temperament any real knowledge of the pitfalls which may beset the path of the unwary seemed in that

He knew, how or why he could never tell, that the girl had been drawn into the plot which had already

claimed so many victims and sought so many more. All doubt vanished. He spoke and acted with the swift

certainty of a man tackling an emergency for which he had prepared during a long period of training and

"Mr. Forbes may arrive at any moment, Tomlinson," he said. "Tell his office people to let you know if he

goes first to the city. When you hear from or see him, say that I have either accompanied or followed Miss

Evelyn to Eastbourne. If I do not catch the same train I shall take prompt measures in other respects. Got

It was easy to distinguish the relief in Tomlinson's utterance, relief mingled, doubtless, with astonishment that

a comparative stranger should display such an authoritative and prompt interest in the family affairs.

"Come!" he said to Bates, who had not retired to his den, but was listening, discreet yet rabbiteared, to these

queer proceedings. Followed by the manservant, he darted into the sitting room and did several things at once.

He unlocked a drawer and took from it a considerable sum of money which he kept there for emergency

journeys, also pocketing an automatic pistol. Pouncing on an A B C time table, be looked up the trains for

"Bates," he said, "I promised Miss Beale, the lady who came here this morning, that my sister, Mrs. Paxton,

would visit her this evening, say about six. Miss Beale is staying at Smith's Hotel, Jermyn Street. Go to Mrs.

Paxton, and see her, waiting at her house if she happens to be out. Tell everything you know about Mrs.

Lester's death, and ask her to take care of Miss Beale this evening. She will understand. I'll wire her at

Smith's Hotel before the dinner hour, if possible. If anybody calls here, I leave it to your discretion and your

wife's whether or not they should be informed of my movements. Mr. Forbes or the police, of course, must be

told everything. Miss Forbes is probably in the 1:25 p. m. train for Eastbourne, and I am going with her. Do

Grabbing a straw hat and a bundle of telegraph forms, Theydon vanished, not even waiting to slam the outer

door. Bates, who had seen service, knew that men in time of stress and danger acted just like the detective

"By Jingo!" he muttered, beginning to assemble the empty coffeecups on a tray. "Things is wakin' up here,

Theydon was fortunate in finding a taxicab depositing a fare at a neighboring block. Just before he reached

the vehicle a gentleman hurried out of the building and forestalled him. Theydon dashed up, and caught the

The stranger smiled goodhumoredly. He was an American and had not the least objection to being hustled

by a Britisher; indeed he rather appreciated this exhibition of haste as a novel experience.

"I'm on a hairtrigger myself," he said, pleasantly. "I want to make Victoria pretty quick. Can I give you a

"In with you!" cried Theydon. "Now, cabby, half a sovereign if you get us to Victoria, Brighton line, in 15

Then they were off, and the TransAtlantic cousins were banged against one another as the cab whirled

"Say!" cried the American, "this reminds one of home. I've been here a week, an' had a kind of notion that

London air was half fog, half dope. But you're awake all right. Bet you a five spot you're after a girl!"

"I pay," said Theydon, his eyes glistening. "And such a girl! Her portrait on the paper wrap of a 50cent

"Gee whiz! Is it like that? Go right ahead, Augustus! Never mind me. Take this old bus all the way to Paris.

I'll find the fares and hold your hat. But kindly shift that gun into your opposite pocket. You've dug it into my

thigh quite often enough. If you want to get first drop on the other fellow, shove it up your sleeve!"

THE American's easygoing badinage provided the best sort of tonic. Theydon laughed as be transferred the

"My motto is 'Defense, not Defiance,'" he said. "I hope sincerely that I shall not be called on to shoot, or even

threaten any one. Using firearms, although for selfprotection, is a very serious matter in this country. May I

"Well, Mr. Handyside, if ever I come to Chicago, I'll travel along Park Avenue and give you a call. How

"Say, Mr. Theydon, I'm real glad to make your acquaintance. I haven't been joshed in that way since I left the

steamer. This little island of yours is all right as a beauty spot, but I do wish your people wouldn't carry such

a grouch agin' life generally. Great Scott! It'll do 'em a heap of good to try a real chesty laugh occasionally."

"Tell me where I can drop across you in London later in the week, and I'll see if we can't find a smile

The American scribbled the name of a Strand hotel on a card, which Theydon disposed in his pocketbook, at

"You'll hear from me," he said. "Now, Mr. Handyside, pardon me for the next few minutes. I have to write

The first was to Forbes, addressed in duplicate to Old Broad Street and Fortescue Square. It ran:

"If this message is not qualified by another within a few minutes I am in the 1:25 train for Eastbourne."

"Young lady summoned to Eastbourne by telegram stating that her mother is ill. Suspect the message as

bogus and emanating from Y. M. See Furneaux. He will explain. Am hoping to travel by same train. If

He read each slip carefully, to make sure that the phraseology was clear. The speed at which the cab was

traveling rendered his handwriting somewhat illegible, but he thought he saw a means of circumventing that

"You have five more minutes at your disposal than I have. Will you hand in these three messages at the

telegraph office? I'll read them to you, in case the counter clerk is doubtful about any of my words."

"Sure thing, Mr. Theydon. You've interested me. I don't care a row of beans if I drop out Sutton altogether."

"I'm greatly obliged, but that is not necessary. You'll have loads of time. We're in the Park already, and our

"Gosh!" he exclaimed, "this is better'n a lifeline movie! For the love of Millie, let me in by the early door!

Now, how's this for a proposition? You send those telegrams, and I'll fix the cab an' buy the transportation to

Eastbourne for the pair of us. I'm not heeled, but I may be useful, an' I'll jab any fellow in the solar plexus at

Theydon gazed at this selfavowed knighterrant in surprise. Handyside was a man of forty, whose dark hair

was flecked with gray. He was quietly dressed, a widebrimmed highcrowned hat of finelyplaited white

straw providing the solo note of markedly American origin in his attire. The expression of his wellmoulded

features was shrewd but pleasing, and the poise of a spare but sinewy frame gave evidence of active habit and

"Pon my honor," said the Englishman. "I'm half inclined to take you at your word, except in the matter of

expenses, which, of course, I must bear. You see, if my services are called for, and prove effective, I may

"Go right ahead," said the other calmly. "Tell me as much or as little as you like. Where's this place,

"I thought it would be. A man on the steamer asked me to come and see him at Westgate, which is about as

far east as you can go in England without wetting your feet. I'm getting the hang of things here by degrees.

Theydon grinned, but the taxi was passing Buckingham Palace, and the hour was 1:17 p. m.

"I cannot give you any sort of an explanation now, Mr. Handyside," he said. "Later in the week, perhaps, I

may have a big story for your private ear. All I can say at the moment is thisI have reason to believe that a

young lady, a daughter of Mr. James Creighton Forbes, a wellknown man in the city of London, is being

decoyed to Eastbourne in the belief that her mother is ill. Now, I may be wholly mistaken. Her mother may

be ill. If that is so, I am making this trip under a delusion. At any rate, my notion is to try and fall in with

Miss Forbes accidentally, as it were, and watch over her until I am quite sure that she is with her mother. You

"Seems to me," said the American imperturbably, "it's the most natural thing in the world that Mr. Theydon

should want to show his friend, Mr. Handyside of Chicago, England's most bracing and attractive seaside

"The plan sounds all right. As for the description I have been looking up a selection of posters, and those

seven words apply to every halfmile strip of beach in the island. When it comes to a real showdown, your

poster artists have got our real estate men skinned a mile. How much did you promise the taximan?"

"Twofifty. Gee! That's the nearest thing to New York I've struck yet. And the railway ticketsfirstclass,

The cab stopped. Theydon sprang out and raced to the telegraph office, where, as he anticipated, there was a

slight delay. Handyside awaited him at the correct barrier, and together they walked down a long platform,

Theydon peering into every carriage, though convinced that Evelyn Forbes would not travel other than first

class. Thus, not being a detective, but only a very anxious and perplexed young man, he had eyes only for

such ladies as were already seated in the train, and failed to note the immediate interest his appearance

aroused in a man who occupied a window seat, and who was watching unobtrusively every one who passed.

Oddly enough, after the first wondering glance, this observer was more closely taken up with Handyside. It

"Theydon I know, but who in the world is his companion, and why are they traveling by an Eastbourne

The train was well filled; there were only a few seconds to spare when Theydon came across Evelyn Forbes

Recognition was mutual, and Theydon flattered himself that he betrayed just the right amount of pleasurable

"Miss Forbes!" he cried, raising his hat. " Well, of all the unexpected meetings! Don't say you are going to

"But I am," she said, and, though she smiled, her eyes were heavy with unshed tears. She was deeply attached

to her mother, and the thought that the loved one was too ill even to communicate with her by telephone was

"Just imagine that!" went on Theydon, determined to rush his fences and travel with her unless openly

forbidden. "I'm taking an American friend there for the afternoon. May we come in your carriage? Is there

Now, although Evelyn Forbes had been attracted to Theydon during their vivacious conversation overnight,

she would vastly have preferred the comparative solitude of a journey with strangers.

Still, she could hardly refuse such a request, and common sense told her that a pleasant chat with a man who

could talk as well as Theydon offered a better means of whiling away two and a half hours than brooding

Without further ado, Theydon entered and Handyside followed. The compartment held six seats, while a door

led to a side corridor running the length of the coach. The two remaining occupants were worthy Britons who

"I guess I knew what I was doing when I forced Mr. Theydon to take me out of London today," he said, with

a smile which left the girl in no doubt as to the nature of the implied compliment.

"But it is hardly an hour since I spoke to my father at Mr. Theydon's flat," she said. "Were you there, too, Mr.

"No, in the next block. That was the nearest I got to Mr. Theydon before we met and took a cab for Victoria."

Theydon was pleased with his ally. No diplomat, trained during long years to conceal material facts, could

"Ah!" she said, glancing meaningly at Theydon, "we are all the sport of fortune, then. How strange! Of

course, Mr. Theydon, you don't know why I am here. I have had a telegram from my mother, or one sent in

"That is bad news," was the sympathetic answer. "If the message has not come direct from Mrs. Forbes may

it not be rather exaggerated in tone? Some people can never write telegrams. The knowledge that each word

"This is what it says," she said, and read: "'Mrs. Forbes ill and unable communicate by telephone. Come at

once. Manager Royal Devonshire Hotel.'" Then she added, with a suspicious break in her voice: "That sounds

"Is it addressed to you personally?" said Theydon, racking his wits for some means of lessening the girl's

foreboding without tickling the ears of the other people in the compartment by suggesting that she might have

"But isn't that somewhat singular in itself? One would imagine that such a significant message would have

"Well, men are better fitted to withstand these shocks, for one thing. It was heartless, or, to say the least,

"I cannot understand it at all. Mother wrote this morning telling me that she was going to Beachy Head this

"I am convinced," said Theydon gravely, "that some one has blundered. It may be the act of some stupid

foreigner. I shall not be content now, Miss Forbes, until I have gone with you to the Royal Devonshire, and

learnt what the extent of the trouble really is. Then, if Mrs. Forbes needs your presence, perhaps you will

allow me to telephone to your father, as he will be greatly disturbed when he returns home and learns the

"But I can't think of allowing you two to break up your afternoon on my account. I'm sure, when we reach

"No," smiled Theydon. "My friend here refuses to play until he has seen something of the country. He knows

"That's the exact position, Miss Forbes," he said. "I was warned by the horrible experience of a friend of

mine. He left Newark, N. J., on a sightseeing tour of Europe, but unfortunately took his clubs with him. Now,

if you ask him what he thought of Westminster Abbey or the Wye Valley he tells you he hadn't time to look

'em up, but that the fifth hole at Sandwich is a corker, while the thirteenth at St. Andrews has been known to

restore the faculty of speech to a dumb man. You see, some poor mute had either to express his feelings or

Evidently Miss Evelyn Forbes would not be allowed to mope during the run to Eastbourne.

As between Theydon and herself, the situation was curiously mixed. On the one hand, Theydon had now a

remarkably close insight into the peril which threatened Forbes and each member of his family; the girl, on

the other, knew well that her father was bound up in some way with the tragedy at No. 17 Innesmore

Nevertheless, an open discussion was out of the question, and the two accepted cheerfully the limitations

imposed by circumstances, so that the strangers in the compartment little suspected what grave issues lay

behind an apparently casual meeting between a pretty girl and two men that summer's afternoon in the

The American played his part admirably. When not passing some caustically humorous comment on British

As he himself put it, he guessed New York society was mighty like London society with the head cut off, and

Thus the journey south passed pleasantly enough. When they alighted the girl reverted to the topic uppermost

"You gentlemen will have to look after your luggage," she said. "I'm sure you will forgive me if I hurry to the

hotel. If you come there, Mr. Theydon, I'll take care that I see you at once. It is exceedingly kind of you to

"Mr. Handyside will attend to everything," he said glibly. "Please let me come with you. I shan't have a

moment's peace until assured that Mrs. Forbes is suffering from little more than a slight indisposition."

Evelyn looked puzzled, but was willing to agree to anything so long as she reached her mother quickly.

Handyside, too, made matters easy by lifting his hat and walking off in the direction of the luggage van.

Suiting the action to the word, she hurried toward the exit, and was murmuring something that sounded like

an apology for her seeming brusqueness as they passed the ticket collector. Here a momentary difficulty

arose. Theydon had forgotten to ask Handyside for his ticket. The girl, of course, had her own ticket, but her

companion was not allowed to pass the barrier. He began an explanation to which a busy official paid no

"Here," be said, "you can hold this as a guarantee that my ticket will be given up. This lady has been called to

the bedside of her mother, who is said to be dangerously ill, and I simply must be allowed to take her to the

Luckily, the railwayman had the wit to see. that this earnesteyed passenger was speaking the truth.

"That's all right, sir," he said. "We have to be very particular about tickets, you know."

Evelyn Forbes was a few yards in advance, and impatiently awaiting her escort, when a gentleman

"Yes," she answered breathlessly, because the man's garb suggested, before he uttered another syllable, that

be was a doctor. He had a curiously foreign aspect, and spoke with a pronounced lisp.

"I am assistant to Dr. Sinnett," he said, "and he has sent me to take you to the hotel. This is his car. Will you

He pointed to a smart limousine drawn up near the exit, and, in his eagerness to be polite, almost pushed the

girl toward the open door. Insensibly, she resisted, and turned to explain matters to Theydon, who had just

"There ith no time to wathe, I athure you," said Dr. Sinnett's assistant imperatively. At that instant Theydon

came up. His temper was ruffled, and he did not scrutinize the doctor's appearance as closely as might be

"This gentleman has been sent by Dr. Sinnett to take me to the hotel," said Evelyn. "Now, Mr. Theydon,

perhaps it will be better that you wait for Mr. Handyside and come on at your leisure."

"I'm a stiffnecked person," said Theydon, trying to smile unconcernedly. "I've made up my mind to see you

safely to your destination, and I refuse to leave you on any account. I am sure the doctor will let me sit beside

Then, for the first time, he glanced at the newcomer, and was almost stupefied to discover that the man,

despite his faultless professional attire, was a Chinaman. Moreover, this Chinaman bore a livid scar down the

left side of his face, and his eyes were set horizontally, a sure sign of Manchu descent, because all Southern

Chinese have the oblique Mongolian eye. Though prepared for treachery of some kind, the very simplicity of

this scheme almost disconcerted him, and he blurted out the first words that rose to his lips.

Half unconsciously, a hand dropped to the pocket containing the revolver. For answer, he was struck a violent

blow in the throat and sent sprawling. The attack was so sudden that he was nearly unprepared for itnearly,

not quite, because a flicker of baffled spite in the dark eyes gave him the ghost of a warning.

It was fortunate that he saved himself by a slight backward flinching, since he learnt subsequently that his

assailant was a master of jiu jitsu, and that vicious blow was intended to paralyze the nerves which cluster

around the cricoid cartilage. Had he received the punch in its full force he would at least have been disabled

for the remainder of the day, while there was some chance of the injury proving fatal.

The Chinaman instantly seized the terrified girl in an irresistible grip, and was about to thrust her into the

automobile when a big, burly man flung himself into the fray and collared the desperado by neck and arm.

"Stop that!" he said authoritatively. "Let go that young lady or I'll shake the life out of you!"

By this time Theydon was on his feet again, and rushing to the assistance of Chief Inspector Winter, who

seemed to have miraculously dropped from the skies at the right moment. The Chinaman, seeing that he was

in imminent danger of capture, released Evelyn, wrenched himself free by another jiu jitsu trick, swung the

girl into Winter's arms, thus impeding him, and leaped into the car, which made off with a rapidity that

Naturally, the people coming out from the station, reinforced by the mob of semiloafers always in evidence

in such localities, gathered in scores around Evelyn Forbes and her two protectors. Such an extraordinary

scuffle was bound to attract a crowd; few had seen the commencement of the fray, because nothing could be

more usual and commonplace in a fashionable place like Eastbourne than the sight of a frockcoated and

The first general intimation of something bizarre and sensational was provided by Theydon's fall. After that,

events traveled rapidly, and the majority of the onlookers imagined that it was Winter who had knocked

Theydon off his balance, while the rush made by the latter to intercept Wong Li Fu was actually stopped by a

Worst of all, Theydon was quite unable to speak. He indulged in valiant pantomime, and Winter fully

understood that the Chinaman's escape should be prevented at all hazards. But the chief inspector accepted

The limousine was equipped with a powerful engine, and the only vehicles available for pursuit were some

ancient horsedrawn cabs. He noted the number on the identification plate, and that was the limit of his

Moreover, Evelyn Forbes, finding herself clutched tightly by a tall, stout man whom she had never seen

Disengaging herself from the detective's hands, she looked to Theydon for an explanation.

"Has everybody suddenly gone mad?" she said vehemently. "What is the meaning of this? Did you know who

Theydon, slowly regaining his breath, stammered brokenly that he would make things clear in a minute or so.

"We'll get him all right," was the grimly curt answer. "Meanwhile, are you and Miss Forbes going to the

Hardly less surprising than Winter's appearance on the scene was his seeming knowledge of the purpose of

"We must get out of this," he went on, gazing around wrathfully at the ring of curious faces. "Here, you!" he

cried, singling out a policeman who was forcing a passage through the crowd, "clear away this mob and get

The policeman seemed inclined to resent the masterful directions, but a word whispered in his ear when he

A cab was called, and Evelyn Forbes was already inside when Theydon remembered the American. He

"Where isMr. Handyside?" he said, still finding a good deal of difficulty in articulating his words.

"Well, he may have been scared, and made a beeline for the States. He is not anywhere in sight."

"O, please, Mr. Theydon, do let us go to the hotel," pleaded Evelyn. She was pale, and yielding to reaction

Unwillingly, since he was certain now that there was absolutely no ground for the girl's alarm on her mother's

accountat any rate, so far as illness was concernedTheydon entered the cab, and Winter followed.

"The first thing to do," said the chief inspector, when they were en route, "is to assure this young lady, whom

I take to be Miss Forbes, that she has probably been brought to Eastbourne by a lying telegram, and that her

mother is quite well in health. Secondly, why should Wong Li Fu be described as the man wanted in the

Innesmore Mansions inquiry; and, thirdly, how does Mr. Handyside come into the picture?"

"I can'ttalkjust yet," wheezed Theydon hoarsely. "In a few minutesI'lltell you everything."

Evelyn had not realized earlier that her selfappointed champion had been seriously hurt. She was deeply

But he smiled and essayed to calm her fears by whispering that he would soon be fully recovered. It was

pleasant to know that he had succeeded in rescuing her from some indefinable though none the less deadly

peril, yet the insistent question in his subconscious mind was not connected with Evelyn's escape, or the

flight of her assailant, or the mysterious presence of the chief inspector, but with the vanishing of Mr.

What had become of him? It was the maddest of fantasies to imagine that he could be bound up in some way

Theydon could not even guess at a plausible explanation. He leaned back in the cab and closed his eyes.

THOUGH Theydon was in firstrate athletic trim, that blow on the throat had nearly stunned him. The effort

to rise promptly and bear a hand in the imminent capture of one whom he regarded as something akin to a

homicidal maniac had imposed a further strain on his resources, and it was possible that he did actually lose

In all likelihood, too, he changed color slightly, because the next thing he was aware of was the note of alarm

At that he reopened his eyes and looked at her whimsically. Nature, in fact, had put forth a supreme effort;

"There's nothing to worry about, Miss Forbes," he assured the agitated girl. "Our friend has just escaped

being knocked insensible, if not killed. He was hardly prepared for such a vicious attack, I fancy. Most

certainly that scoundrel took me by surprise, or he would not have slipped through my fingers like an eel.

Theydon grinned and nodded. He signaled with his eyes that Winter was to make Evelyn Forbes understand

that she had just escaped being the victim of an extraordinary outrage. Muddled as his thoughts were, he

grasped the essential fact that Scotland Yard was better posted in the secret history of the Innesmore

Mansions crime than he had given the department credit for before the dramatic meeting with Furneaux that

"You must have imagined that the world had suddenly turned topsyturvy," he said, smiling at the mystified

and distraught Evelyn, as though the whirl of events outside the station were part and parcel of the humdrum

routine of life. "When Mr. Theydon regains his speech he will tell us how he came to suspect that an attempt

would be made to kidnap you today. In my own case, intervention was the outcome of sheer and simple

logical deduction. You see, I represent the Criminal Investigation Departmentor Scotland Yard, as it is

familiarly describedand I have reason to believe that your father is, and has been for some time, the object

of unpleasant attentions by a political society in China, whose members are nothing more nor less than

criminal fanatics. Probably this is the first you have heard of the matter, Miss Forbes. Your father would

wish, no doubt, to keep any such disquieting knowledge from you and your mother. But the policy of

concealment must cease now. Today's daring attack is a warning. Other efforts may be forthcoming. If you

are to be protected efficiently the police must have your loyal cooperation. I admit candidly that I myself,

with all my experience, was taken off my guard a few minutes ago. If Mr. Theydon had not delayed that

Chinamanwhose name he has got hold of from Mr. Forbes, I expectI don't think I could have reached

"Is that the meaning of the little ivory skull which my father received at breakfast this morning?" said Evelyn,

Winter's eyes twinkled. No question could have thrown a more vivid light into the somber depths of a crime

which promised to transcend in interest and importance any similar occurrence in Great Britain during the

"Doubtless," he said. "Of course, I have not yet seen Mr. Forbes, but we have a mine of information here,"

and he laid a friendly hand on Theydon's arm. "So far as I am concerned, I have had your house

unobtrusively watchedfor the protection of the inmates, I hope you understandand I arranged also that

anything unusual in the shape of telegrams or telephonic messages"here he glanced amusedly at

Theydon"should be communicated to the Yard. I heard, therefore, of Mrs. Forbes's sudden illness almost

as soon as you did, and traveled with you to Eastbourne, intending to reach the hotel at the same time as you,

and ascertain whether or not your mother was really ill. I saw you on the platform at Victoria and guessed

your identity. But, in my profession, we never take anything for granted, so I left that matter until I could

interview the hotel manager. And here we are. I advise you not to say a word about Mrs. Forbes being ill. If,

as I firmly believe, you find that she is in the best of health, you can explain your sudden visit by saying that

Mr. Theydon and I have something of importance to communicate, which will be perfectly accurate, as I

The cab stopped. To show that "Richard was himself again" Theydon, nearest the door, opened it, got out,

Reassured on his account, the girl smiled, and a wave of color leaped to her cheeks. Any one happening to

watch their arrival would put them down as ordinary visitors. Evelyn Forbes was just a charming young

woman, plainly but expensively dressed; Theydon an attentive cavalier, and Winter a prosperous city man,

Subtly observant, indeed, would be the theorist who gathered from their demeanor that they had just emerged

Nevertheless, Winter kept a sharp eye on Theydon after Evelyn Forbes had run up the steps of the hotel, and

"Keep nothing back," he said under his breath as they followed the girl with sedater pace. "These women

"That's right. Don't talk. I can pretty well guess what took place. But, look here. Who's Handysidea mere

"You just contrived to pick him up, and used him as an excuse for coming to Eastbourne? I see. That removes

"But it doesn't," wheezed Theydon. "He ought to be here. Can't make outwhat has become of him."

"He will turn upan American, isn't he? I thought so. The indications were slight but certainfeatures,

walk, figure. You can buy clothes, but the genuine citizen of God's own country is as distinct a type as a

Inside the hotel they came on Evelyn Forbes talking to the manager. She hailed them at once.

"Mother has gone to Beachy Head," she cried. "She and her friends are expected home about six o'clock.

Shall we have some tea? There is no use in following her. She will be starting back before we could get

"Yes, sir, in the best of health," said the manager, indicating, with a flourish of both hands, that nothing else

was to be expected as to the condition of any among the numerous patrons of the Royal Devonshire Hotel.

Evelyn asked that tea should be served in her mother's sitting room. When they were screened by the closed

door Winter examined Theydon's throat. Beyond a slight swelling and external soreness, the cricoid

cartilageknown to the multitude as Adam's applewas seemingly uninjured, while Theydon himself now

made light of the blow, though a certain hoarseness was perceptible in his voice, and he deemed it advisable

Evelyn Forbes listened with illrepressed bewilderment while he related the day's doings. At first, she hardly

grasped the significance of the story, but Winter's occasional questions and comments, and a parenthetical

sentence or two introduced by Theydon for her benefit, quickly revealed the astounding nature of the plot of

At this crisis she displayed a selfcontrol and reticence which were admirable. She seemed to realize

intuitively that any gaps in the recital could be filled in later, whereas it was allimportant that the detective

should be made acquainted as speedily as possible with the developments brought about by the morning's

As for Winter, he was keenly interested in Furneaux's behavior at the moment of Forbes's departure from

Innesmore Mansions. Glancing at his watch, he rose when Theydon's revelations came to an end.

"I'll just go and ring up the Yard," he said. "There may be news. When Furneaux starts off in full cry it is a

wary fox that escapes him. I only wish you and I had traveled from Victoria in company, Mr. Theydon;

Wong Li Fu would now have been in custody. However, we'll get him. If, as I imagine, he is making for

London in that car, there is even a chance of intercepting him in the suburbs. I'll see to it."

Left alone with Evelyn Forbes, Theydon suddenly grew tonguetied. This man who could invent all manner

of glib conversation for the characters in his novels now cudgeled his brains vainly for something to say that

would dwell in her memory when they parted. And he knew why a cloud was thus effectually befogging his

wits. He had only seen Evelyn three times in as many days, had spoken to her but twice, yet was hopelessly

He, who had so often and so thrillingly described the grand passion of a man's life, had now fallen a victim to

it, only to feel how unutterably ridiculous and impossible was the wild longing that had sprung up in his

heart. Here, by his side, wistfully sympathetic and friendly in manner, sat the "one woman in the world," yet

he felt awkward and constrained, and took refuge in a vague expression of anxiety on behalf of Handyside, a

man who at least might be trusted to extricate himself safely from the labyrinth of Eastbourne!

The girl, of course, attributed these disjointed remarks to physical suffering. In reality, he was contrasting her

wealth and his own comparative poverty, and bidding himself fiercely not to be a vain fool!

"No, no," he hastened to assure her. "The effects of the blow are passing rapidly. In another hour I shall

hardly feel it at all. I'm afraid, Miss Forbes," he ventured to add, "that when this piratical gang is broken up,

as certainly will be the case now that the English police are tackling it, you will associate our brief

"Because I am bound to admit that if I had not dined at your house on Monday evening, many, if not all, of

"I don't agree with younot one little bit," she protested emphatically. "Why, the detectiveman himself

said that the Young Manchus have been searching ever since the beginning of the year for proof of Dad's

connection with the revolutionaries, and he was candid enough to tell us that if it hadn't been for you that

horrid Wong Li Fu would have got me into the car. No, Mr. Theydon, our meeting has proved most fortunate

for me. Suppose I had really been captured! Would he have gagged me and taken me away to some lonely

Theydon had no desire that her mind should dwell on such a harrowing topic. He shuddered to think of her

fate if ever she fell into the hands of the miscreants who had not scrupled to murder Mrs. Lester. She

evidently regarded the crime in No. 17 Innesmore Mansions as the sequel to some political disturbance in

faroff Shanghai. It had not occurred to her that a hapless woman had been done to death merely as a

warning to her father of the fate in store for him and his if he did not yield to the demand of the reactionary

party in China, and deliver over to their vengeance some hundreds of the leading men in that distressed

"I doubt whether Wong Li Fu and his associates would have dared to offer you any real violence," he said.

"He is a power in the financial world. If the reform party cannot borrow money the movement will collapse.

At any rate that is what the Manchus believe, and they will strain every nerve to effect their purpose."

Theydon felt that he was getting into deep water. This clearsighted girl would soon have the various threads

of the enigma in her hands, and then she could not fail but discover the true meaning of Edith Lester's death.

Winter rejoined them somewhat hurriedly. He looked puzzled and rather irritated.

"Furneaux has made an arrest," he said. "A Chinaman, described as Len Shi, is lodged in the cells at Bow

Street, on a charge of being concerned in the Innesmore Mansions murder. Furneaux is out, and that is all

they know at the Yard. What I cannot understand is why no inquiry has been made by telephone or otherwise

The words had hardly left his mouth when the bell of a telephone on the table jangled. The coincidence was

"Some other person shares my opinion, I fancy," he said. "May I answer, Miss Forbes?"

"Please do," said the girl, and the chief inspector lifted the receiver from its hook.

"Trunk call from London; you're through," announced the hotel operator. After a slight pause, an agitated

voice said: "Is that you, Evelyn?""Miss Forbes is here," said Winter. "Who is speaking?"

"Oh, I'm Chief Inspector Winter of Scotland Yard. Your daughter is quite safe, Mr. Forbes. Mr. Theydon and

I accompanied her from London. She will speak to you in an instant. Would you mind telling me what

happened at one o'clock, when my colleague, Mr. Furneaux, jumped on to your car and went in pursuit of

"She is out with a picnic party on Beachy Head. We expect her back before six o'clock. I propose bringing

her and Miss Forbes to London tonight. They will be safer in your house than in Eastbourne, as you will

probably agree when you hear what a narrow escape your daughter had this afternoon from being kidnaped

"Yes. But all is well, believe me. Owing to Mr. Theydon's promptitude and pertinacity, Wong Li Fu's scheme

was defeated. Your daughter will make everything clear. Give me the barest summary of events after your

"We pursued a car which led us a pretty dance nearly as far as St. Albans. It seems that Mr. Furneaux,

looking out of the window of Mr. Theydon's flat while Theydon and I were going downstairs, saw a

Chinaman watching us from a closed car standing in the cross street at the end of the garden. He gave chase

instantly, but as soon as the man realized that he had attracted notice he tried to escape. At least, that was Mr.

Furneaux's first impression. Later, he convinced himself that the supposed spy was little more than a red

herring drawn across the trail, and that the man's real motive was to take me out of London, or waylay or

detain me in some fashion, since it was manifestly impossible that my presence in the Mansions should be

known to any one. I see now, of course, what the project was. If, as I gather from you, an attempt was to be

made to capture my daughter on arriving at Eastbourne, it was allimportant for the conspirators that I should

not know of her absence from home until after the arrival of the train, so that I could not communicate with

the hotel and take measures to protect her. But that explanation was hidden from Mr. Furneaux, and the first

glimpse of it vouchsafed to me was when I reached my office and was horrified to learn that she had gone

away without my knowledge. However, in a desperate matter like this, I must not waste time by describing

my agony and foreboding. As I have said, by some phenomenal method of reasoning beyond my

comprehension, Mr. Furneaux did arrive at a sound conclusion. I suppose he was alive to the ridiculous

aimlessness of the race across country. My car is powerful and speedy, but the Chinaman had a thoroughly

uptodate conveyance, too, and drove without paying the least heed to traffic conditions."

"Yes. Didn't I make that clear? Perhaps not. But there can hardly be any doubt that this fellow was alone, and

acting as a sort of scout or vedette. We had the utmost difficulty in following him along Oxford Street, and I

am sure that my chauffeur has been reported by a score of constables on point duty for exceeding the speed

limit and disregarding signals to halt. To come to the material facts, the chase took us up the Edgware road.

We tore along at a tremendous rate after passing the Welsh Harp. Overhaul the fellow we could not, until on

the outskirts of St. Albans, when he deliberately slowed up, as though to allow us to pass. Mr. Furneaux flew

at him like a terrier grappling a rat, but the man made no resistance. He is undoubtedly a Chinaman, though

attired in a chauffeur's livery, and he could handle a car in firstrate style, too. His pidgin English was

difficult to understand, and Mr. Furneaux shared my view that he did not try to render himself intelligible.

We gathered that he was obeying his master's orders in trying the car, a new one, before purchase, but

Furneaux bundled him off to the nearest police station, borrowed handcuffs and brought him back to London,

leaving the car in a garage at St. Albans. That is a bald but accurate summary of the facts. I dropped Mr.

Furneaux and his prisoner at Bow Street and was on the way to my city office, when I suddenly felt faint for

want of food, as I ate hardly any breakfast this morning, and only drank a cup of coffee in Mr. Theydon's

place. So I returned to the Carlton, where I met a friend, a business associate, who remained for a chat while I

had a meal. This trivial accident prevented me from telephoning to my house, though, naturally, I had no

misgivings as to my daughter's wellbeing. Even then I was detained unduly, because my friend and I went to

another office in the city, and two more hours elapsed before I reached my own place. Then, and not until

"Thank you, Mr. Forbes," said Winter quietly. "We seem to have made a forward move today. Before calling

Miss Evelyn to the phone I want to tell you that in disobeying your orders to remain at home she did my

department a good turn. Wong Li Fu and I were brought face to face. He is not a myth."

"Certainly, Mr. Forbes, if given earlier," was the inevitable retort. "But here is your daughter. She can plead

"Dad, dear," she complained, "why didn't you give me your confidence? If I had had the least notion of the

dreadful things that were going on I should certainly have telephoned to Eastbourne before starting. But don't

you see the diabolical cleverness of the scheme? The telegram arrived just in time to allow me to catch the

1:25 p. m. train, and rendering it idle to think of making a trunk call if I would obey an urgent message from

my mother. Then again, when I reached Eastbourne, why should I suspect a foreignlooking gentleman who

said Dr. Sinnett had sent his car to take me to the hotel? There isn't a Dr. Sinnett in Eastbourne at this date,

but how was I to know that? Of course, both you and I have suffered a good deal, each in a different way, but

all is well that ends well, and I shall have such a lot to tell you when we meet tonight.... What time? I don't

know yet. I'll wire or phone when mother returns and we settle about the train. Goodby, darling! See you

For some reason Winter's manner was not so placid as usual. He looked so obviously perplexed and troubled

that Theydon, searching for a cause, suddenly remembered that the chief inspector was a great smoker.

"Won't you have a cigar?" he said; "that is, unless Miss Forbes has any objection?"

But the Royal Devonshire Hotel's best Havana did not wholly banish the frown from Winter's forehead. More

than once he glanced at his watch and consulted a time table. At last he voiced one of his anxieties.

"What can have become of that American?" he said. "He knew what hotel you were making for?"

They laughed. Quite a cheerful air possessed two members of the little party, at any rate.

"Americans never forget the names of hotels, or railway stations, or steamers," said Winter. "The average

Englishman can tell you what will win the Derby, but the average American will be a good deal more

accurate concerning next Saturday's mail steamer.... So, I frankly confess itthat man's prolonged absence

supplies a riddle which I can't answer. What do you say if we give a look along the front? He may be shy,

No; Mr. Handyside was not to be seen on Eastbourne's spacious marine promenade. A couple of

welldressed men caught sight of Winter, and decided that they had instant and urgent business elsewhere,

But he only smiled. His quarry that day was not the swell mobsman, but much more dangerous game.

Lightning darted from a summer sky when the picnic party returned from Beachy Head in three cars, but

Evelyn was hardly anxious at first. The hall porter informed her who the occupants of the cars were, and she

watched the lively and chattering groups forming on the pavement and breaking up again to enter the hotel

At last, realizing that her mother was not among them, she singled out a lady whom she knew, and asked for

"What do you mean?" she said, and the other woman could not help noting the distress in her voice.

"If you didn't send, who did?" came the immediate response. "We were just going to have tea when a

gentleman, a stranger, came and asked for Mrs. Forbes. We saw him arrive in a car which halted at the foot of

the pathnearly a quarter of a mile away. Your mother answered, and he said that you were in Eastbourne,

and had sent him to bring you to the hotel. He said the car belonged to a Doctor Somebody, but he himself

A few others had gathered around, attracted by Evelyn Forbes's pallor and distress; Winter, too, had drawn

Then Evelyn Forbes, for the first time in her vigorous young life, fainted. Her mother was in the power of

Wong Li Fu. All the terrors which imagination had painted in her own behalf were redoubled as to her

mother's fate. Her brain reeled. Merciful oblivion came. Theydon and Winter were just able to catch her

CONSTERNATION reigned for a while at the entrance to the Royal Devonshire. Men craned their necks and

women uttered nervous little shrieks. But Evelyn Forbes was endowed with a vigorous frame and a

splendidly vital spirit, and she recovered her senses before she could be carried into the vestibule.

The fact that she had fainted, too, brought to the aid of her waking senses the innate horror of her race and

class for anything approaching a "scene," and she was almost unnaturally collected in speech and demeanor

"Did I give way like that?" she said, with a valiant smile, first at Theydon, and then at the ring of faces, each

with its varying expression of curiosity or concern. "How stupid of me! How excessively stupid! That sort of

Thank you, I can walk quite well.. I'll just go to mother's room and telephone home.... There has been some

silly mistake. By this time it will be rectified, I'm sure.... Come, Mr. Theydon. Where is Mr. Winter?"

"Here," said the detective. "I'll follow in a minute or so. Please don't communicate with London till I arrive."

His quietly insistent tone was meant rather for Theydon than for the halfdemented girl, who was stumbling

anywhere but in the right direction until Theydon caught her arm and led her to the lift. She contrived to

remain outwardly calm until she reached the seclusion of the sitting room, when she broke into a flood of

tears, while in disjointed and hysterical words she blamed her own rashness for the fate which had overtaken

If only she had used better judgment when the telegram cameif only she had hired an automobile and

driven straight to Beachy Headif only she had done a dozen other things which no one would possibly

Theydon, meanwhile, was nearly frantic with the indecision of ignorance. Never had he felt so helpless, so

utterly childish and unhinged in the face of disaster. He had heard that it was good for a woman to be allowed

to cry when overwhelmed with misery. Again, he remembered reading somewhere that the feminine

temperament should not be allowed to yield to a tootempestuous grief, or the delicate and finelybalanced

female organism might suffer irreparable injury. Should she be given water or a stimulant? Should one leave

Heaven only knewhe didn'tso he did exactly what any devout and despairing lover might be expected to

doput an arm around her shoulders, and murmured a frenzied assurance of his willingness to die several

times, and vanquish a horde of Young Manchus in the process, ere she could be allowed to endure one

Somehow, this sort of nonsense was helpful. The girl raised her swimming eyes to his. She placed two

"Mr. TheydonI am ready to trust younext tomy own father.... Where shall we go? What can we do?

He believed afterwards that he answered her by a kiss! He was not certain. The delirium of the moment was

such that he could never recall its words or acts with that precision which a wellregulated mind should

display even under the stress of intense emotion. In any event, the crisis was interrupted by the clamor of the

Withdrawing from what was perilously near an embraceso colorable an imitation of the real thing that

Winter, entering at that instant, could make no distinction, and was secretly amazed at these strenuous

methods of consoling the ladyTheydon lifted the receiver, and heard as one in a trance the telephone

Even he, veteran fighter in the unceasing battle between the law and the malefactor, was feeling the strain of

"I don't know yet," Theydon managed to say collectedly. "Some one from Croydon. Bend close. You'll hear."

A quiet, drawling voice reached them, the vibrating wire lending its measured accents a metallic accuracy.

"Well, I don't understand, but I'm sure you'll pardon me. We are in a deuce of a fix at this end, so, if you'll

"You've lost Mrs. Forbes, I guess. Is that the lady's name? If it is, I've kept track of her. I "

Theydon was so astounded that he looked at Winter in blank amazement, the pressure of his fingers on the

circuit key relaxed, and the American's voice trailed abruptly away into silence. He put matters right at once

"Hooray!" he almost yelled. "Your mother is all right. She is with Mr. Handyside. Some sort of miracle has

Aroused from a stupor of grief as though she had received a galvanic shock, Evelyn sprang up. Naturally, she

had to place an arm on Theydon's back to permit of her head approaching near enough to the telephone. Thus,

the three heads were almost touching each other; if an artist had been present he would have obtained a study

Handyside, of course, had heard Theydon's gleeful exclamation. He chuckled pleasantly:

"Your digest goes a little too far, Mr. Theydon," he said, "but compared with the newspaper placard facts in

your possession, my story is a fullsized novel. Anyhow, I'll condense it, so here goes. I was back of the

crowd when the circus started outside the Eastbourne depot. As I ante'd up your ticket and collected your

deposit of a sovereign, I saw what took place, and sized up the result pretty accurately. The kidnaping

proposition had failed, but the guy in the silk hat had got clear away in a bully good carhow good I know

now. It seemed to me that, next to rescuing that charming young lady, it was important something should be

known about the thug who wanted to carry her off, and, when my eyes lit on a workmanlike motor bicycle

with a sidecar rig standing close to the curb, and well clear of the arena, said I to myself: 'George T.

Handyside, this is where you take a flier, and maybe Illinois will score one.' The man who owned the outfit

was watching the commotion when I dug him in the ribs. 'Take me after that car,' I said, 'and I'll pay you a

shilling a mile with five pounds on account if it's only a 100 yards.' I pressed a note into his handand, say,

you Britishers wake up all right when you see real money! We were doing thirty per in less than ten seconds.

No car on four wheels can lose any decent motorcycle on a switchback track, and Jackson, the owner of this

one, says it's good enough for sixty on a fair stretch of road. Anyhow, we held the thug dead easy, but didn't

"Mr. Handyside," said Theydon. "I won't waste time now by telling you how grateful we all are. Get on with

"Sir, I've had the time of my lifea ripsnorting movie, with George T. on the film from A to Z... No! Go

away, exchange. I'm renting this line for the next quarter of an hour. Well, we made a beeline for Beachy

Headso Jackson told meand, when the automobile pulled up, we got under a hedge and I did a bit of

scout work on my feet. I saw Silk Hat pick out a lady from a bunch of people, who seemed to be taking the

view with sandwiches, and it was simple as falling off a log to follow the position of affairsSilk Hat urging

lady to come with him, lady astonished, not able to size up exact bearings of the yarn, but finally yielding.

Now, if Miss Forbes hadn't told us that her mother had written saying she was going to Beachy Head with a

picnic party this afternoon I would have gotten off at the wrong address, because I could hardly have failed to

believe that Silk Hat was picking up a female accomplice. But, as things stood, I suspicioned that, failing the

daughter, he was putting up a bunco tale for the mothera situation new, I believe, in the realm of romantic

fiction. I thought it was up to me to play a strong hand, so I threw a few facts on the screen for Jackson's

benefit, and he straightway hit the pike in pursuit. Where the country was open we kept well in the rear, but

crept closer in villages and towns. We had to stop at Tunbridge Wells for petrol, but that didn't cut any ice,

because Jackson knew the country like a book, and we sighted the automobile within five minutes, though the

milestones were pretty numerous during that run. After that, nothing particularly happened, except to a hen

and a dog, until we came near Croydonthat is, I knew it was Croydon because Jackson said so, and I have

considerable faith in him. In between whiles, where there was nothing doing, he and I fixed up an automobile

tour. Well, outside Croydon, there's a new road, with a halfbuilt villa at the near end and a wayback

farmhouse at the other end. That villa was the one thing needed when the thug made a beeline for the farm. I

jumped out, told Jackson to find something to do to his machine at the corner of the next block, and hurried

into the Alpine chalet. From a top back room I watched Silk Hat carrying a lady into the farm. Eh, what's

that? Yes, he was carrying her. I guess he'd given her a dope so as to stop any cry for help. It made me feel

pretty mean to be standing there without taking a hand in the deal, but I forced myself to believe that another

hour or two couldn't make such a heap of difference to the lady, while it would be better to leave things to the

police. I waited just twenty minutesI have all the times scheduleduntil the car came back. By hurrying

downstairs I was able to look inside as it passed, and Silk Hat was alone. He took the London road. I strolled

outdidn't dare to hurry, you know, in case any one might be watching from the farmand put in some

hard thinking while walking to Jackson's stand. There were two courses open, either to send Jackson after the

auto and try myself to get in touch with you and the police, or put Jackson on guard near the farm. Whether I

decided rightly or not I haven't a notion, but I let the car go, and for this reason: We know where the lady is,

and so does the thug; if the police put up a hard game they can rescue her without his knowledge and spread a

web for the fly to walk into later. But they must get a move on. This phone is nearly a mile from the farm,

and Jackson is tightening nuts outside the villa I spoke of. Now, what's the next item on the program?"

"I am a representative of Scotland Yard, Mr. Handyside," he said. "If ever you want work come to me, J. L.

Winter, and I'll find you some. Miss Forbes is vexed with me because I have stopped her from thanking you,

but compliments must wait. Will you go as quickly as possible to the chief police station at Croydon? By the

time you get there I'll be in touch with the inspector in charge, and he will do the rest. You understand?

"There's no opportunity now for sentiment," he explained. "Our American friend will appreciate quick action

Then he tackled the telephone again and asked to be put through to the Croydon police station.

He was in touch with Croydon in a remarkably short space of time, and soon was in communication with a

"Do you remember that nip of old brandy I gave you while we were freezing in a drafty warehouse at three

"Good! I want you to believe what I'm going to tell you, as there is a big job ahead. A gang of Chinese

cutthroats have kidnaped a lady, wife of the London banker, Mr. James Creighton Forbes. In a few minutes

an American, a Mr. Handyside, will be with you. He will point out the house near Croydon to which the lady

has been taken in a motor car. Collect half a dozen plainclothes men and two in uniform and go with Mr.

Handysidewithout attracting attention, of course. Surround the house and arrest any one, especially any

Chinaman, who attempts to leave. Release the lady, and ask Mr. Handyside to escort her to her home, 11

Fortescue Square, Belgravia. If she is very ill, which is improbable, she should be taken to a hospital. In that

event Mr. Handyside should telephone Mr. Forbes. Occupy the farm and arrest any one who comes there, no

matter what the pretext, until Mr. Furneaux or I arrive. I'll be with you in two hours. Tell Mrs. Forbes that her

daughter will set out from Eastbourne by the next train leaving after 6:30. Got all that?"

"Better be prepared. But, after posting your sentries, I advise you and the uniformed constables to rush the

place. By the way, it will save me some trouble if you phone the Yard and tell them exactly what I have told

you. Ask for Furneaux. If he is not in, instruct them to leave a written record for him."

"Tell the manager to supply at once the best car to be had in Eastbourne for love or money," he said. "I want

The chief inspector, with full steam up, was energy personified. His bulging eyes, his firm chin, his round

fists, one clenching the telephone instrument, the other resting on the table, were eloquent of the man of

His pride had been sore stricken by the escape of Wong Li Fu when that master scoundrel was actually in his

grasp. But those powerful hands of his were farreaching, and it would go hard with the jiujitsu expert when

Almost before Theydon had quitted the room Winter snappedthere is no other word for itliterally

"I am Winter, of Scotland Yard. I want to assure you that your wife and daughter will be under your roof

within the next three hours. Mrs. Forbes will probably be escorted by a gentleman named Handyside, an

American. You owe him all possible thanks, because it is due to his action alone that Mrs. Forbes will soon

be rescued from captivity. Yes, she was carried off from Beachy Head this afternoon by Wong Li Fu, but, by

the rarest good fortune, this Mr. Handyside, a friend of Mr. Theydon's, was able to follow on the trail, and

steps are now being taken to free her. Your daughter will speak to you. I intervened merely to vouch for it

that an almost incredible story is true. By the way, let no one know that Mrs. Forbes is in London. Warn your

servants not to speak of her return. One more wordhave you heard anything of Furneaux?"

"I have not heard from or seen him since we parted outside Bow Street police station. But, for Heaven's sake,

"Miss Forbes will give you all the particulars we possess. Be calm and remain at home. You can best assist us

by stopping within call. Mrs. Forbes and the American should arrive first, possibly before 7:30. If there is any

hitch, which is unlikely, Mr. Handyside will telephone you. Your daughter will tell you the hour she and Mr.

Theydon should reach Victoria. She will speak to you now. Excuse my abruptness. A lot of things may

happen before I retire for the night, and I have no time to pick and choose my words."

Evelyn, able at last to pour out her soul in thanksgiving, nearly broke down when she heard her father's voice.

"Oh, Dad," she wailed, "I've passed through a dreadful time since I spoke to you shortly after five o'clock. I

dropped as if I had been shot when Mrs. Montagu, who was one of the picnic party, told me that a man of

foreign appearance, with a scar on the left side of his face, and who said he was a doctor, came to Beachy

She went on to relate such facts as were known to her, and was in the midst of a sensational narrative when

"Won't you take us with you?" he said to Winter. "There is no train from here till 7:30, and in a motor we

Winter had anticipated some such request, and a prompt refusal was on the tip of his tongue, when he recalled

that he would pass through Tunbridge Wells, whence an earlier train might be available. A glance at the time

"Yes," he said. "I'll take you part of the way. Tell your father, Miss Forbes, that you will arrive at London

Bridge at 8:40. If you two reach London by a different route I think you should be tolerably safe."

"If any Chinaman shows up between here and Fortescue Square I'll shoot him at sight," Theydon said,

"I wouldn't do that," smiled Winter. "You might bore a hole in some perfectly innocent Celestial. But you

won't be troubled. Wong Li Fu carries out his own plans, and at present he is congratulating himself on the

possession of a valuable hostage. But, come along! How about a wrap for you, Miss Forbes? We'll create a

She ran into her mother's bedroom and came out with a fur coat and motor veil, articles which, she had

guessed correctly, her mother would not be wearing for the short run to Beachy Head. The hotel manager lent

coats to the men, and they started, not without hearty congratulations from several people in the porch, whose

fears on Mrs. Forbes's account Theydon had dissipated when he went out to order the car.

Winter gave their thoughts a new direction when Theydon inquired what means the authorities would adopt

to rid the country of the pestiferous gang which carried on its vendetta with such scant respect for the law and

"Once we have Mr. and Mrs. Forbes and this young lady safely housed in Fortescue Square, and protected,

not only by their own servants but by the Metropolitan Police, we will devote ourselves to routing out the

whole crew," he announced. "My idea is that when we lay hands on the ringleader, the rest will be easy.

Furneaux's prisoner, Len Shi, may be got to talk when a Chinese interpreter tackles him. Again, there is every

prospect of an important capture being made in the Croydon house. Most important of all is the prolonged

absence from the yard of Furneaux. He is busy, or he would have put in an appearance there hours ago, if

only to get to know my whereabouts. That means something. Furneaux never wastes time. Usually we hunt in

couples. Today, by the fortune of war, we are separated, and perhaps fortunately so. It is all your fault, Mr.

"Yes. We had to try all sorts of tricks on you before you would speak. Just imagine Scotland Yard being

compelled to tap the telephone of a respectable and wellknown author before he would own up to such

So that was how Furneaux had played the necromancer, and was able to mystify Theydon that morning.

The chief inspector, by raising the question, was touching on dangerous ground, as he was well aware, but he

was determined now that all barriers should be thrown down. Evelyn Forbes was no breadandbutter miss

from whose cognizance the evil things of life must be sedulously averted. A, woman of spirit and

intelligence, who had already run the dreadful risk of sharing Mrs. Lester's fate, should be made to

understand every phase of the difficulty with which the Criminal Investigation Department had yet to deal.

British law and Chinese anarchy would soon grapple in a life and death conflict, and it was idle folly to

suppose that, no matter how reticent her friends might be, this sharpwitted girl would not find out for herself

the exact nature of the link which bound the fortunes of her own family with those of the dead woman.

Theydon tried to pass off the detective's retort with a careless laugh, but Evelyn reverted to the topic when

they were seated in the Londonbound train after Winter had dropped them at Tunbridge Wells Station.

"What did the chief inspector mean when he said you refused to help him at first?" she inquired. "There are

gaps in my history of this affair. How did you come to know that my father was acquainted with Mrs. Lester?

Why did you seem, at one time, to be taking sides with my father against a public inquiry by the police?"

Then, seeing there was no help for it, Theydon began at the beginning and told the girl the full, true and

unexpurgated story of events on the Monday night. Once or twice, when he hinted at the cause of his

otherwise inexplicable actionswhich, quite obviously, lay in his interest in the girl herself, she blushed a

little and averted her eyes. But she listened in silence, and did not speak during many seconds after he had

"Poor, dear Dad! How worried he must have been! And how well he concealed it from me!"

"We are deeply in your debt, Mr. Theydon. When this ordeal is ended, and those horrid men have been put in

prison or driven out of the country, our next difficulty will be toto thank you adequately for what you have

Surgit amari aliquid! Even in life's pleasantest hours something bitter arises. Theydon was in the company of

the woman he loved, yet no word of love could rise to his lips. In the first place he dared not woo the

daughter of a millionaire; in the second were his suit even possible, he was far too honorable minded to take

immediate advantage of her disturbed state and the services he had undoubtedly rendered, and give the

So he sighed and looked out of the window at a fastflying vista of a Kentish hillside, and contented himself

"For what little I have done, or attempted to do, I am already rewarded far beyond my wildest dreams."

Even that was more than he meant to say. Glancing timidly at Evelyn to see whether or not she resented his

words, he was astounded to find that she had blushed scarlet, and, in her turn, was absorbed in the landscape.

Then he remembered that in the frenzy of the moment following the report of her mother's capture by Wong

Li Fu, he had kissed her. Had he, or had he not? If not, why not now? But that way lay madness. And,

wretched doubt, was she already the promised bride of another man? It was a relief when the train stopped at

When it moved on again, they were normal young people once more, and discussed various features of the

Young Manchus' raid on society as though the extermination of political adversaries were a commonplace

At last, after a journey which lived long in their minds, since even a prosaic train may follow the path to

Wonderland, they arrived at London Bridge, and hummed in a taxi through streets of gaunt warehouses until

the light of Westminster flashed on a Thames veiled in the blue mystery of a Summer gloaming.

The cab had hardly halted outside the Fortescue Square mansion when the door was thrown wide, and

Tomlinson appeared, flanked by two stalwart footmen. The butler's face was aglow with pleasure.

"It's all right now you've come, Miss Evelyn," he said joyfully. "Mrs. Forbes arrived more than an hour ago."

But Tomlinson was in error. He did not know what tribulations loomed already through the haze of the

future, or he would have laid to heart the timehonored advice to venturesome travelers:

MRS. Forbes, a slim, elegant woman, looked as if she were her daughter's elder sister. Although driven by

hay fever to the seaside regularly at the beginning of the London season, she was far from being a malade

imaginaire. She did not go willingly. Each year she hoped against hope that the annoying ailment would not

make itself felt, yet no sooner was the month of May well established than for six or seven weeks she had

either to drag her husband and daughter away from the metropolis or live by herself in some South Coast

She had tried Brighton, whence Mr. Forbes could travel to the city, but soon discovered that the daily train

journey was not good for his health. After that, she insisted on adopting the selfdenying ordinance of

leaving Evelyn with her father in the town house from the middle of May till the end of June, when all three

She, of course, had not the remotest knowledge of the terrors threatening her household; a thunderbolt out of

a Summer sky would have astonished her less than the indignities she endured when haled away from

Theydon had been in the house nearly half an hour and was exchanging experiences with Forbes and

Handysidethe latter, by virtue of his extraordinary share in the day's adventures, being admitted to the full

"Here is some one who positively refuses to retire for the night until she has met you, Mr. Theydon," said the

girl, radiant with joy and relief, now that the shadow of death had passed, apparently forever, leaving her dear

Mrs. Forbes, an aristocrat to the finger tips, greeted her guest with marked cordiality.

"I have been living during the past few hours like one of the characters one sees in the fearsome little plays

produced on the stage of the Grand Guignol in Paris," she said, gazing at him with frank brown eyes

singularly like her daughter's, "but I have contrived to gather one definite impression among the whirl of

things, and that is that were it not for Mr. Frank Theydon, my daughter and I would now be in as bad a

"I was lucky enough to be of some little use, but Mr. Handyside is the lion of today's contest," said Theydon.

"I am grateful to both of you, how grateful I can never find words to tell, but Mr. Handyside rivals you in

modesty, Mr. Theydon. He assured me that you were the deus ex machina, though he obtained the machine

itself, and rode sixty miles to rescue me from my dragon. By the way, where is the motor cyclistwhat is his

"Jackson, ma'am," put in Handyside. "He went back to Eastbournethought nothing of it. I fixed him all

right. He's coming to London next week. I've hired him for a trip round the island."

"Jim, dear," said Mrs. Forbes to her husband, "get Mr. Jackson's address. Our thanks to him, at least, can take

a tangible form. No, Evelyn, I'm not going to bed. I mean to sit up and talk. I want to hear everything. You

men must smoke big strong cigars, please. If I breathe tobacco smoke I shall not fancy I want to sneeze."

"When a man who resembled a tall and wellbuilt Japanese came to me on the Downs," she said, "I really

believed him to be what he said he wasassistant to an Eastbourne doctor. I never dreamed he was Chinese,

not that it mattered at all where I was concerned, only one becomes quite accustomed to meeting

welldressed Japanese men in society, but hardly ever a Chinaman. I thought, too, I remembered his face,

which is quite possible, since my husband tells me that this Wong Li Fu was once an attach� at the Chinese

Embassy. He spoke excellent English, with a strongly marked lisp; when he said that my daughter wished to

see me at the Royal Devonshire Hotel, and that a Dr. Sinnett had sent a car for my convenience, I was mainly

concerned in getting him to admit the real cause of his presence, because I naturally assumed that Evelyn had

met with an accident. No sooner had the car started than he seized my wrists, and gave them a queer twist,

which seemed to render me powerless for a few seconds. 'If you scream or resist I hurt yousoonly very

bad,' he said. I was that astonished I hardly realized what was taking place before he had my wrists and

ankles strapped, tightly, but not painfully, and had placed a gag in my mouth. 'Now, you keep quiet,' he said,

and showed me a horriblelooking knife, which he put on the seat between us. 'If you move at all when we

pass through towns,' he went on, 'I stick this into you very deep.' Somehow, I knew that he meant to carry out

his threats to the letter. At first I was more angry than hurt or even alarmed. Then I began to believe that I had

fallen into the clutches of a lunatic, and grew horribly afraid. I saw that we were following the London road,

and it oppressed me like a dreadful sort of nightmare to be speeding through a familiar district, a countryside

dotted with the houses and estates of personal friends, and be unable to stir or utter a sound. It seemed to be

almost stupid to see policemen in the streets of Tunbridge Wells, one of whom gazed into our car sharply,

because, I suppose, we were traveling rather fast, and feel that no one could begin to guess at my

predicament. You all appreciate the fact, of course, that I knew nothing whatever of any quarrel between my

"Your husband adopted the policy of the ostrich, Helena," said Forbes, grimly. "It may or may not be a fable

as regards ostrichesI don't know enough about them to feel certain, but it is unquestionably too often true

of mankind. I believed my head was hidden and imagined the remainder of my body was safe in

consequence. Now I learn that my opponents have been tracking me steadily for half a year. The one fact

which stands out clearly above all others during the past fortyeight hours is the phenomenal range and

"I didn't mean my comment as a reproach, dear," and Mrs. Forbes gave him a look which told plainly that

these two were lovers after many years of wedded happiness. "Thank God, we have all escapedthus far!"

"Oh, mother," laughed Evelyn nervously, "you are not anticipating more horrors, are you?"

"A few hours ago I would have scoffed at any one who said that a handful of Chinese could tear aside our

cloak of civilized security as though it were a spider's web," was the serious reply. "But I have interrupted my

own story. I began to think that I would be taken to some awful den in the East End, and held there till some

huge sum of money was paid by way of ransom, when the car suddenly quitted the main road and bumped

over a rough surface. I knew I was near Croydonthe last place I would have suspected as a brigands'

stronghold. Then we halted, and that wretched man lifted me out, carried me into a back room of an

oldfashioned house, put me in a fairly comfortable chair, tied me in with ropes, and left me. I couldn't speak.

I was looking at a blank wall and smokestained ceiling. I was sure then that he was after money, and began

to calculate the time which must elapse before my husband would hear from him and arrange for my release.

I wondered how much he would askten, twenty, fifty thousand pounds. How much would you have paid,

"That's hardly a fair question, is it?" she continued, stealing another glance at her husband. "At any rate,

being a banker's wife, I knew how extraordinarily difficult it would be to raise any considerable sum of gold

at such a late hour, and I resigned myself to remaining a prisoner all night. Then I think I wept a little, but not

for long, because I felt that they meant to keep me alive, and as I look more delicate than I really am, even a

Chinaman would see that he was taking some risk by denying me food and all liberty of movement.

Thenvery soon, it seemedI heard an outer door being forced off its hinges and English voices, and the

door of my room was broken open, and I saw a police inspector and some constables. Hitherto I have never

properly appreciated our policemen. From this day I become their most ardent admirer and enthusiastic

helper. I could have gone down on my knees to those big, kindlooking men in uniform. In fact I nearly did.

When they released me I could hardly stand. After that, Mr. Handyside came, and accompanied me here, with

a detective sitting next the driver, and my husband and Evelyn have told me something of the extraordinary

things which have been going on in London while I was gadding about at Eastbourne."

Mrs. Forbes hesitated, and her husband answered for her, as he alone, among the members of the household,

"No," he said. "He belonged to the Croydon force, and was sent as an escort. Furneaux seems to have been

swallowed alive since three o'clock. Everybody is inquiring for him, and no one appears to know anything

"I wonder whether Wong Li Fu is aware I have been liberated?" said Mrs. Forbes. "It's rather odd, is it not,

that nothing has been heard from him or his gang if I was to be held a prisoner in order to extort terms?"

"I fancy he meant to add significance to his demand for a reply by advertisement in tomorrow's Times," said

"What in the world should each of us have thought if we had both been bound and gagged in that car?" she

"I know what I think," said her husband emphatically. "You are going straight to bed now, and you'll take ten

grains of bromide before lying down. Evelyn, I appoint you nurse. Don't leave your mother till she is sound

Mrs. Forbes rose at once. She admitted, though reluctantly, that a night's rest was necessary to steady her

"Ah!" she sighed, "I shall be so glad when all this turmoil is ended, and we are settled for the season in

"Sutherland, ma'am," inquired Handyside. "Isn't that in the far north of Scotland?"

Theydon explained his friend's theory of geographical names in the British Isles, and on that lightly

humorous note the ladies disappeared. When they were gone Forbes quickly gave a sinister turn to their talk.

"Y. M. is pleased to inform James Creighton Forbes that Mrs. Forbes is a prisoner, and will remain, without

food or drink and unable to move, in an empty house until Y. M.'s demands are granted."

His face was white with fury while he read, and his fingers moved convulsively as if he could feel them

twining around Wong Li Fu's throat. The other men maintained a sympathetic silence. They understood why

that ghastly message had been withheld from the cognizance of the lady who had just quitted them.

"It was delivered by a messenger boy shortly before you arrived, Theydon," said Forbes, when his passion

"No. I dared not use the telephone. I could not leave my wife. She is far more shaken than she thinks. Ever

since her return she has followed me if I even walked across the room. It was pitiful. I had to lie to her when

the butler brought this infernal note. She saw it was typed, and believed my explanation that it was a mere

"Give it to me," said Theydon. "Mr. Handyside and I must leave you now. We'll take it to Scotland Yard. Mr.

Winter ought to know of it. In all likelihood he is arranging to remain in the Croydon house tonight, and, if

Wong Li Fu is telling the truth, which is highly probable, the local police can watch the place adequately."

"Yes. You're right, of course. I should have seen that an hour ago, but my brain is on fire owing to the torture

"Are you quite safe here? It is an absurd question, but I would like to feel assured on that point. Shall I return,

"I'm exceedingly obliged to you, but, in addition to two of my servants, thoroughly trustworthy men, a

detective sergeant and constable have come from Scotland Yard. They are now having supper. When the

household retires for the night two will remain in this room, with the door open, and two in the butler's room,

which commands the other staircase. Moreover a constable will patrol this side of the square, and a second

"Tell you what," said Handyside, when he and Theydon were in a taxi, and had made certain they were not

being followed, "tell you what, son, you've struck a bonanza in this Chinese drama."

"And, like most Americans, I'm right nearly all the time," said Handyside dryly.

"Why not? If a proposition sounds hard, chew on it, and may be you'll get your teeth into it somehow."

Theydon nearly allowed himself to become angry. Was his hopeless admiration for Evelyn Forbes so patent

"Millionaires' daughters marry poor men only in novels and on the stage," he said bitterly. "In real life, and in

"I guess Wong Li Fu will have to round you up some more," was the cryptic answer, and Handyside

At Scotland Yard they inquired for Furneaux, and were told he had not reported at headquarters since the

early afternoon. So Theydon was introduced to another representative of the department, and handed over the

typed note; the detective promised that its purport should be telephoned to Croydon without delay.

When the two reached the Embankment again, Theydon felt unaccountably tired, and was minded to take

leave of his companion then and there. But Handyside placed an unerring finger on the cause of his weariness.

"Say, Mr. Theydon," he cried, "I don't know what food product arrangements you've made all day, but I

couldn't have eaten less since breakfast if Wong Li Fu was sitting over me with a pistol. How about a square

meal? Come to my hotel, and I'll start the chef on a nice little menoo while we're having a wash and a brush

"By Jove! Now I know what is the matter with me," was the astonishing answer. "I have lunched and dined

"Guess I'm fifteen years older than you, so I knew my trouble all the time. Those people in Fortescue Square

were so rattled that they never thought of asking us to eat. Come right along. It's only a step."

"I'll come with pleasure. I owe you some money, too, which I was nearly forgetting."

"No, sir," said the American decisively. "I've had the cheapest day's amusement I've ever dreamed of. On

balance I owe you one sovereign. As for those halftickets from Eastbourne I wouldn't sell them for dollars

and cents. When I get back to my home, 21,097 Park Avenue, Chicago, I'll have those bits of cardboard

framed, and when some particular friend asks the reason I'll tell him, suppressing names of course, and he'll

go away thinking that George T. Handyside is the biggest liar in the State of Illinois, which is some pumpkin,

"What beats me," rejoined Theydon, "is how you remember where you live. You must have a marvelous head

So they dined well, and wined moderately, and Theydon walked to Innesmore Mansions, thinking of little

else in the world except of the moment when he held Evelyn Forbes in his arms, almost in an embrace, and he

As he drew near Innesmore Mansions, however, be kept his wits about him. One of the most remarkable

features of a series of remarkable crimes was the thorough command of the resources of civilization exhibited

by the Young Manchus. A few days earlier he would not have dared to introduce into a story of his own an

association composed exclusively of Chinamen which adapted to its needs the motor car, the messenger boy,

perhaps the telephone and telegraph, to say nothing of the advertising columns of the daily press.

It was monstrous to imagine that a number of Orientalsmarked men, every one, no matter what disguises

they might adoptshould dare bid defiance to the forces of the British Constitution in order that they might

wreak vengeance on those more enlightened compatriots who wished to see their country rescued from the

But Theydon was now some days older and many degrees wiser. He knew that the wildly improbable had

become dogged fact, that Chinese fanaticism, tigerish in its crafty and utter coldbloodedness, was setting at

naught not only the ordinances of the law, but the brightest intellects whose duty it was to make that law

It behooved him, therefore, to lend a sharp eye to his own safety, and never a vehicle or pedestrian came near

while he traversed the quiet streets in the neighborhood of Innesmore Mansions that he did not give the

As it happened, that quarter of London was singularly deserted. The first flight of people homewardbound

from the theaters was well over; the later contingent, supping in restaurants, had not begun to arrive. Save for

the slowmoving figure of a policeman the long front of the mansions themselves was devoid of life.

Nevertheless, it was with a feeling of relief that he turned the key in the lock of No. 18, and heard the

"Hello, Bates!" he cried wearily, "here I am again, you see! Anything new or interesting during my absence?"

"Mrs. Paxton " began the valet, stopping when his master uttered a sharp exclamation. Theydon had

"I saw her, sir, as you ordered, and she promised to call on Miss Beale. She kem here about an hour ago "

"Yes, sir. She was anxious to see you. From what I could gather, sir, the two ladies had bin puttin' their heads

together, and agreed that this Chinese business has a nasty look, an' you'd better keep out of it."

"Well, sir, Miss Beale will 'ave it that Mrs. Lester was killed by a Chinaman, an' one of the police on duty in

this district told me a little while ago that he saw no less than three Chinamen prowlin' round here last

Theydon drew a deep breath. If there was gossip going on about "Chinamen" in connection with the murder

in No. 17 the newspapers would soon be getting hold of it. The arrest of Len Shi by Furneaux must be

reported. Possibly some newspaper correspondent in Eastbourne would hear of the kidnaping exploit, and

describe the Eastern aspect of its chief actor, Mrs. Forbes's name would "transpire" in the paragraph, and, by

putting two and two together the lynxeyed journalism of London would ferret out a good deal of the truth.

"Ladies very often talk nonsense about such things," he said sharply. "Why should any Chinaman single out

poor Mrs. Lester as a victim? I think the inquiry may be left safely to Scotland Yard. Have you seen the

evening papers? I'll bet you sixpence nothing was said at the inquest concerning Chinamen?"

"Mrs. Paxton left a number, sir. If you give them a call it will be taken to her."

Theydon shook his head goodhumoredly but obeyed. A voice at the other end answered:

"Will you oblige me by telling Mrs. Paxton that I took an American friend to Eastbourne this afternoon and

"O, I have a message for you. Miss Beale is staying with Mrs. Paxton tonight. There was a Chinaman in her

Theydon controlled his feelings sufficiently to thank his informant. He really wanted to say something crude.

"Gad!" he muttered, when he had rung off, "these women have Chinamen on the brain. Look here Bates," he

added emphatically, "I hope you won't lend an ear to this nonsense. You've seen no Chinamen, I supposed?"

"Three, sir, and a small parcel. I put them on your table. Shall I get you something, sir?"

Theydon entered the sitting room. He opened the letters. Two were of no moment; the third was a request

from the editor of a magazine that the "copy" of his article on the "Forbes Peace Propaganda" should be

forwarded as speedily as practicable. What a mad world it was, to be sure! Here was an important periodical

waiting impatiently for the views of the millionaire on the best means of securing peace on earth and good

will to all men, while that same master mind was obsessed with fear of a few Chinese bandits. Society was

looking to Forbes for a promised panacea against war and its evils; Forbes himself was wondering whether

bolts and locks and armed servants and policemen would protect him and his from the claws of the Young

Theydon heard Bates locking and bolting the outer door of the flat with a certain thankfulness. He was

thinking of the sheer impossibility of any marauder gaining access to No. 18, when he opened the small

parcel which the valet had spoken of. He speculated idly as to the nature of its contents, because he could not

remember having ordered any article which would be contained in so tiny a package.

He took out a piece of stout paper, folded twice, and a little white object fell to the table and rolled over

several times, finally coming to rest with a curious suddenness. It was a small, carved, ivory skull!

THEYDON gazed dazedly at the skull for the best part of a minute. His state of mind was that of a man,

utterly incredulous, who nevertheless thinks he sees a ghost. Then he recovered himself and laughed angrily,

He examined the paper. It bore no writing of any kind. It was precisely similar in color and texture to the two

typed slips which Forbes had received, but the sender had evidently thought that the skull was symbolical

The ivory skull was an exact replica of its predecessors. The set teeth, the scowling grin of the gaunt

jawbones, the dull menace of the empty eye sockets, were equally convincing, equally disconcerting.

Lighting a cigarette, Theydon scrutinized the address and postmarks. In a sense, it was ludicrous to find

"Francis B. Theydon, Esq., 18 Innesmore Mansions, W. C.," typed in plain script on the wrapper. What an

unholy alliance of modern science and medievalism! The mind almost refused to focus itself on the tragic

aspect of the affair, yet the hour at which the package was posted, 5:30 p. m. in the West Strand, showed

conclusively that Wong Li Fu, at any rate, had not sent the death's head by his own hand, but had entrusted it

to a confederate. The notion brought in its train the departure of Miss Beale from her hotel, "because she had

seen a Chinaman there." "Every little helps," mused Theydon, "I must let Scotland Yard know."

He went straight to the telephone, and was pleased to hear that Mr. Winter had reached headquarters. The

"It was very thoughtful on your part to deal so promptly with the message received by Mr. Forbes," he said.

"I meant remaining in Croydon all night. No one came to the house, of course. Wong Li Fu's note explained

"Yes. Even more calculating than you are aware. He has included me in the count now. When I reached home

ten minutes since, after gormandizing with Mr. Handyside, I found the totem of the tribe awaiting me."

"You don't say!" and there was a genuine thrill in Winter's voice. "Anything else?"

"There was no written legend. I have no doubt the enemy believes that such a work of art speaks for itself. It

"This is a very serious business, Mr. Theydon," he said. "The worst part of it is that it seems to be spreading

in an everwidening circle. If it goes much further we'll be obliged to run in every Chinaman in London, and

sift out the decent ones from the heap until we reach the unpleasant residuum. Are you worried about things?

"Not at all, thanks. Bates and I will take care that there isn't even a joss stick in the flat before we go to bed.

"Yes. She came here this morning. She gave evidence at the inquest, I am told. What of her?"

"I asked my sister to spend the evening with her, and she was so alarmed at finding a Chinaman as a

"A plague on all Chinamen!" cried Winter wrathfully. "After this I'm dashed if I don't drink Indian tea.

However, we'll look him up. Sleep soundly. Your earlier sins of omission are forgiven you, because you have

done us several good turns today. I'll tell your local police station that if any pigtail or squint eye is found

within half a mile of Innesmore Mansions tonight it is to be jugged without the slightest hesitation. Keep the

"O, that's only pretty Fanny's way. He means that he is sick of the reek of Chinamen. You know his peculiar

views with regard to tobacco. If he has been prowling around among opium dens in the East End all the

evening, I'm sorry for him. But he'll turn up all right in the morning, looking like a skinned weasel. By the

way, it'll interest you to hear that we have cleared up one minor issue. You remember that Ann Rogers, Mrs.

"The old fellow, who is a bit of a sponge, admits that he was given two pounds by 'a foreign gentleman' for

sending that telegram and shamming illness during the night. I wish I could put the hoary old rascal in jail,

"Mr. Winter, has it struck you that the man who devised this scheme, beginning with the murder of Mrs.

Lester and ending, Heaven alone knows when or where, is an organizing genius of a very high orders"

"You would be surprised if you knew the real extent and scope of this affair," said Winter. "Some day soon

I'll be more outspoken. Goodnight. If you go out in the morning leave word with Bates where you can be

Theydon turned from the telephone and found Bates standing beside him. That stolid and worthy

exnoncommissioned officer was armed with a redhot poker. Henceforth his employer saw pretense was

"Beg pardon, sir," said the valet apologetically. "I couldn't help overhearin' what you were sayin', an' if there's

any blinkin' Chinee hidden in this place I'll put a mark on him he won't forget in a hurry."

"Once I was stationed in Cork, sir," he said solemnly, "an' we had to stop a riot. It was then I learnt the reel

vally of a redhot poker. It's as good as a baynit any time. I've kep' this one handy since Mr. Furneaux ran

"He did, and, what is more, arrested him. Well, come on, Bates. There are not many hiding places in one of

these flats. I only hope we find a Celestial. It would be the fitting finale to a busy day."

But their search was in vain, though they succeeded in scaring Mrs. Bates badly. It was almost inconceivable

that two such men, one a powerfullybuilt athlete and the other an exsoldier, should even imagine that any

marauder could be secreted in the flat; but the European insensibly credits the Oriental with occult powers,

Singularly enough it led to a discovery bearing directly on the problem of Mrs. Lester's death. Lending out of

the kitchen was a narrow scullery; here a lift, worked by a wheel on the ground level, delivered coals by the

Theydon glanced at the sliding panel which gave access to the lift. Obviously he seldom, if ever, visited this

"O, no, sir," said Bates. "I often pull it up when I want to lower the dust bin."

Bates looked surprised at first, then thoughtful. Theydon's words had suggested a new idea. He opened the

panel, tugged vigorously at a rope, and soon the lift itself, a sort of large cupboard, open at the side, came in

"By gum!" he muttered, gazing at its spacious depths, "I never thought of that."

"Why, of course, sir. A moderatesized man could stow away inside there and hoist himself to any floor. It

'ud be perfectly easy an' safe as nails. A hundredweight of coal is nothing to it."

"I think we see now at least one method whereby the man who killed Mrs. Lester could have entered the flat

"Not a doubt about it, sir. Nearly noiseless, too, an' if you heard it working you'd imagine it was meant for the

They surveyed the lift in silence for a little while. Then Bates caused it to descend again, and Theydon

"I'm not what you might describe as a nervous individual," he said, at last, "but it wouldn't be fair to your

wife and yourself, Bates, if I didn't tell you I have just received an ugly reminder that the gang which killed

Mrs. Lester has a grudge against me now. Wouldn't it be a reasonable thing if we drove a couple of screws

"Better still, sir," he grinned, "let's drive a screw into any one who comes up in the lift."

"By tying your pistol firmly to the dresser, putting it on a hairtriggerI know how to do that, of

coursean' letting it plug a bullet into the right place when the panel is half open."

"Is any one justified in tryin' to get in here an' cut our throats while we're asleep, sir?"

Theydon weighed the pros and cons of this thesis very carefully. He dreaded the possibility of taking a human

life, even in selfdefense. Yet against the wretches who had strangled Edith Lester, and coolly prepared to

leave Mrs. Forbes to starve in an empty house until their revengeful scheme was perfected by full knowledge

of the identity of every man in China, who had assisted in the downfall of an effete monarchy, what code of

"Couldn't we contrive matters so that if the pistol were fired it need not necessarily inflict a fatal wound?" he

"Let's see what we can do, sir," and Bates set to work gleefully on the arrangements. There was not the

slightest difficulty in devising an efficient means of pressing a trigger with a reduced pull by opening the

door. Any schoolboy could adjust a piece of string to act unfailingly. By measuring distances, and careful

sighting of the pistol when fixed in position, they arrived at a line of fire which would strike a body crouched

Then Bates locked the scullery door, put the key in his pocket, and assured his trembling wife that she might

sleep like a top, since no bloomin' Chinaman could get at her that night. Theydon himself retired soon

afterwards. He was as tired as though he had been trudging steadily along country roads since daybreak.

When he awoke, it was broad daylight. Around the corners of the drawn blinds in his bedroom he could see

strips of golden sunshine. Glancing at a clock on the mantlepiece he was amazed to find that the hour was ten

o'clock, so, not only had there not been a raid on the premises, but Bates had taken the overnight instructions

He rose hurriedly, raced to the bathroom and shouted for "breakfast in fifteen minutes." He was splashing in

his tub when the telephone bell rang, and Bates answered. Within a few seconds the valet was knocking at the

"A Mr. Handyside has rung up, sir," was the announcement. "I think he's an American. He wants to know if

When Bates brought in the breakfast Theydon was glancing hurriedly through the morning papers. Some of

them contained an allusion to the Eastbourne incident, but no names were mentioned.

A reference to "developments" in connection with the "Innesmore Mansions Murder," however, caught his

"It may be taken as certain that the police are not altogether at sea as to the motive of this atrocious crime.

Strange as it may seemthe victim being a young and attractive lady, living unostentatiously and taking

little, if any, part in the social life of Londonthere is some probability that Mrs. Lester's death was the

outcome of political revenge rather than an incident in an interrupted burglary.

"At first, every indication pointed to the act of some ghoul surprised by the unfortunate lady in her bedroom,

but we have reason to believe that graver issues to the communityatlarge will be revealed when Scotland

Yard's inquiry is completed. It must not be forgotten that her husband died 'suddenly' some six months ago in

Shanghai. Oddly enough, the police are now keeping a close surveillance on Chinese quarters in London, not

only in the neighborhood of the docks, but in the fashionable West. It may, or may not, be a mere coincidence

"There are not wanting other similar 'coincidences' in places so far apart as a wellknown South Coast

seaside resort and South Croydon. At present, the whole matter is nebulous, but striking developments may

take place at any hour, and the murder of Mrs. Lester may yet figure as one of the most sensational crimes of

Theydon was reading these discreet but exceedingly wellinformed sentences with much care, when he

noticed that Bates had closed the sittingroom door before beginning to arrange the contents of the tray on

"Well, what is it now?" he inquired, lifting his eyes to the manservant's impassive face.

"When the milkman come this morning, sir, he told me that a policeman was found lyin' insensible on the

road outside the mansions shortly after three o'clock," was the answer, conveyed in a low note that suggested

"That's a bad job for the policeman; it is nothing very remarkable otherwise," said Theydon.

"But the milkman heard he was set about by three swells, young gentlemen in evening dress, sir, who ran

"Very likely. There was a row, and the law got the worst of it. Anyhow, we were not disturbed during the

"No, sir. I was only thinkin' of what might have happened if the police were not on the job."

"Look here, Bates"and Theydon's manner was most emphatic"if you and I begin seeing shadows we'll

soon collect a fine show of Chinese ghosts. I'm astonished at you, a man who has been under fire."

Theydon ate a hearty breakfast, thus proving that the marvels and portents of the previous day had not begun

to undermine his constitution. Finding he had time, after attending to his correspondence, to walk to

Handyside's hotel in the Strand, he did so. The American was awaiting him at the end of a long, thin cigar.

Handyside took the small object which Theydon produced from a waistcoat pocket. He examined it with

"I've never crossed the Pacific," he said, after apparently satisfying himself as to the exact nature of the

unpleasant token, "but one of my hobbies is the collection of ivories. In my home "

"Just sofour doors short of 211th Street. Well, sir, when you blow in there you'll see a roomful of curios.

I'm not exactly a connoisseur, but I know enough to tell Japanese work from Chinese. This was made by a

Jap. And that reminds me. You said last night that Wong Li Fu put you off your balance by a jiu jitsu trick

and handed that husky detective some, too. Very few Chinks have ever even heard of jiu jitsu. I've a notion

"It's possible. You good people here are crazy in your treatment of the Japanese. You think they're civilized

because they dress in good shape, and can put up a mighty spry imitation of Western ways. But they ain't.

They're the greatest menace to Europe that has yet come up on the tape. Do you believe they want China to

wake up and organize before they're ready to take hold? No, sir. Anyhow, that skull was carved by a Japanese

The two were standing near the fireplace of a square and spacious foyer. There were plenty of people in the

place, some conversing with friends, others writing or doing business at the various bureaus. It chanced that

Theydon faced the two swing doors which led to the street, and he was returning the bit of ivory to his pocket

The detective saw him, tooof that he was quite certainbut ignored him completely. After one sharp,

comprehensive glance around, as though he were seeking some one who was not visible, the little man went

to a desk, scribbled a note, handed it in at the inquiry office, walked swiftly in the direction of an anteroom

Theydon was puzzled by Furneaux's behavior, but was quick to perceive that if the latter had not wished to be

The American opened the envelope and read a few lines scribbled on a sheet of notepaper. He passed it to

"The circus is now about to commence," he said, and the meaning of this enigmatical remark was made clear

"Dear Sir," it ran, "take Mr. Theydon to your room. I'll join you there immediately. C. F. Furneaux."

"If this is the little sleuth who was missing yesterday I guess we've gotten our call," commented Handyside,

They were walking through a long corridor when Furneaux appeared at the other end. Beyond the three men,

not another person was visible in that part of the hotel, and in a few seconds they were behind the closed door

"So you're still on the map?" said the detective, surveying Theydon with an air of professional interest.

"So I hear. The executioner was quick on the heels of the warrant, too. If it had not been for the precautions

Winter took last night the newsboys would have been bawling a second Innesmore Mansions tragedy during

"I'm not joking," snapped Furneaux. "In fact, I feel rather bad about it. I woke up at eight o'clock, and

pictured you and Bates and his wife lying about in No. 18 in very uncomfortable and ungainly attitudes. I was

so worried and miserable that I telephoned your hall porter to learn the worst, and was quite astonished when

he said that Bates had just been chatting with him. You don't understand, of course. I forgot to tell you about

the lift. Wong Li Fu's special delegate climbed into No. 17 by that means and three of 'em would have

reached you last night in the same way if a policeman hadn't met them in the street."

"My man heard about the row. He guessed, too, that it had something to do with us. The policeman was badly

"Yesnothing broken; he was put to sleep by some confounded Japanese wrestling trick."

"Precisely. The Young Manchus are being backed up by a second gang which calls itself the 'Sons of

Nippon.' I don't know what London is coming to. We've entertained Anarchists, Nihilists and Dynamitards

for years. Now we have the Yellow Peril with us. I wish I were King for a few days. There would be a bigger

"Mr. Handyside here told me only ten minutes since that he was convinced there were Japs in league with the

"By using the gray matter at the back of my head," was the reply. "No Chink ever taught Wong Li Fu how to

put away two chesty individuals like Mr. Theydon and your painter, Mr. Winter. But I couldn't be sure till I

"So did I know yesterday morning," said Furneaux, "and a deuce of a time the discovery gave me. Anyhow,

the street fight outside Innesmore Mansions at daybreak today settles the matter. There were two Japanese

and one Chinaman. The Japs outed the policeman. Fortunately he and another man made a fiveminute point

at each end of the mansions, and, as No. 1 failed to turn up, No. 2 went to look for him. He saw the end of the

row, and ran to help, blowing his whistle for assistance. Unfortunately for us, two of the three confounded

"Yes, a Jap. The constable was wise enough to give him the point of his truncheon in the gullet, and that

"I wonder if he is the one who would have been shot had he broken into my flat," said Theydon musingly.

"Not till he had a bullet lodged securely in his inside, it is true. Bates and I surveyed that lift last night, Mr.

Furneaux, and regarded it as the weak part of our defenses, so we arranged that an automatic pistol should

"Did you now?" said Furneaux admiringly. "Whose brainy idea was thatyours or Bates's?"

"Well, I'm glad it didn't come off. British law is a fearsome and wonderful thing. You might both have got ten

years for fixing a mantrap, to wit, a lethal engine. However, during the next few days you're going to change

your abode. Tell Bates and his wife that they need a holiday, and ought to visit relatives in Yorkshire or

North Wales. Pack what you need for a week, at least, and make straight for Fortescue Square."

"Do I look it?" And, indeed, the detective did not. "Winter has just settled that program with Mr. Forbes. You

see, you're in this affair now, neck and crop, and it's easier for us to safeguard one place than two. You're

"Sir," said Handyside, "he's tickled to death, and that's a fact. I'm the only one to make a kick. I kind of

reckoned on being allowed to play a walkingon part in this drama, but I look like being cut out in the new

"I can make use of you," said Furneaux promptly. "You've seen Wong Li Fu, and would know him again?"

"Good. You're enrolled. Next thing you'll be receiving an ivory skull, too. These beggars are the smartest

crowd I've come across in twenty years. I think they would have beaten us if it hadn't happened that Mr.

Theydon and you, each of you strangers to the Forbes family, were selected by fate to intervene at

psychological moments. The Young Manchus and their allies had the ground surveyed thoroughly. They even

had us of the Yard marked down. Oh, it's a plot and a half, I can assure you, and the worst thing is that the

real struggle is yet ahead. All that has happened before is mere skirmishing compared with what's to come."

"Is that why you covered up your tracks, even in this hotel, before you came to my room?" inquired

"It is, and let me tell you that you're a living example of a contradiction in terms. You use your brains, Mr.

Handyside, yet you smoke a cigar calculated to atrophy the keenest intellect. You, an American, chewing a

vile Burmese Cheroot! Cre' nom d'un pipe! When this bubble has burst I must reason with you!"

FURNEAUX, with that phenomenally clear mind of his, had perceived and expressed in one trenchant

sentence the outstanding and almost unique feature of the tragic mystery which centered around the death of

Edith Lester. Theydon's connection with either international finance or the rebirth of China was remote as

that of the man in the moon. Yet he had been pitchforked by fate into an active and, indeed, dominating

Theydon mused on this element in an unprecedented situation as he sat in the taxicab which bore him swiftly

to Innesmore Mansions. Another quite abnormal condition was the ignorance of London with regard to the

On the one hand, a few Oriental fanaticsmost of whom were probably less swayed by racial enthusiasm

than by good payment for services renderedwere carrying out the orders of a master criminal with a

sublime indifference to the laws framed by the "foreign devils" whom they despised; on the other were

ranged the three members of the Forbes family and Theydon himself, supported by the forces of the Crown, it

was true, but singularly isolated from the knowledge and sympathy of their fellowcitizens.

Miss Beale hardly counted. The servants in Fortescue Square shared with Bates and his wife a sort of

territorial interest in the fight. When Fortune picked an occasional warrior for the fray she chose a man from

How portentous had been that hand raised to stem the traffic at a congested corner on the Monday night! Into

If the cab in which Theydon was hurrying home from Daly's Theater had not been delayed by the dispute

between driver and policeman, he would never have known that the millionaire visited Innesmore Mansions,

and the subsequent course of the night's history might have left him wholly unaffected.

Then his wayward thoughts took to brooding on the gray car which shadowed him from Waterloo to

Fortescue Square, and again from the square to his own abode. If it held some member of the Embassy staff,

why had no more been heard of it? And what had Winter and Furneaux meant by hinting that far wider issues

were bound up with the affair than the authorities were yet at liberty to divulge? The attack on Forbes,

sinister and malevolent in its scope and purpose, was, in a sense, open warfare. But it was impossible to guess

what part, if any, the official representatives of China filled in the fray. Were they active allies of Scotland

Yard or did they hold what is known in the law courts as a watching brief? He could not tell. He only knew

that each successive period of twentyfour hours broadened the area covered by the struggle, and there, at

least, he found solid backing for the little detective's demand that the threatened people should dwell under

one roof. His pulses quickened at the notice that this new departure implied constant association with Evelyn

Forbes. Yet, what did it avail? Why should he dream of fanning into a fiercer fury the flame of his love? As

matters stood, he had about as much chance of marrying Evelyn Forbes as of becoming Emperor of China!

The incongruity of the situation was illustrated with cruel accuracy by the fact that he could ill afford the

stoppage of his work demanded by the present trend of events. He earned what might be regarded as a good

income by his pen, but his expenses were not light, and he had deemed himself fortunate the previous year

As a matter of fact, the interest on his "securities" paid for his gloves and ties; another lucky year might see

him provided for life with boots and socks! He pictured himselfif he were idiot enough, when all this

turmoil was ended, to pose as a suitor for Evelyn Forbes's handexplaining his financial position to the

millionaire, and wilting under the scornful amusement in those earnest, deepseeing eyes. Phew! He grew hot

Little wonder, therefore, that the driver of the taxi should gaze quizzically after Theydon's alert figure as it

"Got the hump, an' pretty bad," soliloquized the man. "Gimme a bob over the fare, an' all, so can't be stony.

Theydon was about to unlock the door of his flat when it opened in his face, and his sister nearly collided

with him. She screamed slightly, a certain quality of alarm in her exclamation merging instantly into joyful

"So you have come home!" she cried. "My goodness! What a fright you've given me!"

"Is George absent?" George was her husband, a consulting engineer, whose professional duties often took

"Then you and Miss Beale have been living on tea and scraps. Really, Mollie, I credited you with more sense.

"We dined at a firstclass restaurant in the West End," said Mrs. Paxton indignantly. "It would be much more

to the point if you explained how you have been living the past few days. I have not been so worried about

Mollie was on the verge of tears. Her brother resolved instantly to minimize matters, or she would fret more

"Now, look here, old girl," he said, meeting her critical glance steadily. "Miss Beale has been putting absurd

notions into that stylish little head of yours. By the way, is that the latest thing in hats? It suits you admirably."

"You can't humbug me, Frank, so please don't try," she protested. "Why are you mixed up in this dreadful

business? Why are you constantly meeting detectives? Why did you rush off to Eastbourne yesterday? When

Theydon was at least sufficiently well versed in the peculiarities of the feminine temperament to know that he

"Yes," he said. "I have seen a good deal of Miss Forbes recently. Have you ever met her?"

"She was at the horse show last year with Lady de Winton's party. She's an awfully pretty girl, and will be

worth millions, I suppose. Some one said that young de Winton was simply crazy about her, but he looks

such a sloppy youth that I could hardly imagine those two getting married. Of course, there's the title, yet a

Young de Winton! Theydon had not even been aware hitherto of the existence of a marriageable scion of that

"That particular young spark has not been in evidence during the past few days at any rate," he commented,

and his voice was not so nonchalant as he imagined, because Mrs. Paxton looked up quickly.

"Perhaps it was only idle gossip," she said. "Is Miss Forbes a nice girl to talk to? She struck me as being very

"Animated"while in the company of that undoubted oaf, de Winton! Theydon choked back something

"She could not well help being highly intelligent. Her father and mother are charming people. I was

introduced to Mr. Forbes owing to a magazine commission to write an article about his interest in aviation.

Now you see how promptly even the most gorgeous bubble bursts when it impinges against a solid little fact.

As it happens, Mr. Forbes and I will have so much in common during the next day or two that I am now

going to stay with him. I came here to pack a portmanteau. If you'll be a good little girl and listen while I'm at

The words were no sooner uttered than he wanted to recall them. It would be no easy matter to discuss

Furneaux's suggestion with any one in Fortescue Square without letting his sister into the secret that the visit

"I had no idea you were on terms of such intimacy with the family," she cried. "Don't tell me, Frank, that

your flights have taken you to the elevated region in which millionaires' daughters figure as possible brides!"

"Let me see. I think I have heard it. Doris, is it, or Phyllis? No, I remember nowEvelyn."

"O, then, if you are so vague on that point I suppose I must reconcile myself to owning a bachelor brother

"Ah, you women!" he said. "Yet I used to regard you as quite a sensible person, Mollie! Now, how in the

name of goodness could I possibly entertain any notion of marrying the only daughter of a man in Forbes's

"It all depends," was the illogical but crushing retort. "There are plenty of millionaires' daughters whom I

would not regard as good enough for my brother. And, let me tell you, the family is making progress. A little

bird whispered the other day that George's name will appear in the next list of honors. He is to receive a

It was not new to Theydon to learn that his brotherinlaw stood in high favor with the Government, because

Paxton had been appointed on two Royal Commissions with reference to mining regulations, but he affected

a surprised incredulity as offering a way of escape from an inquisition which he dreaded.

"You are not yourself today, Frank," she said dubiously. "You are acting. For whose benefit? Not mine,

"If your prospective ladyship will pardon me I will now go to the telephone," he countered.

Anything, even a mad jumble of incoherence in his talk with the Forbes household, was better than the

troubled scrutiny of those clear brown eyes. Leaving the door open so that his sister could hear his side of the

"That you, Tomlinson?" said Theydon. "Will you ask Mr. Forbes if I am to turn up in time for afternoon tea?

If it is more convenient that I should arrive later I have lots of things to attend to, and can fill in a few hours

"I really don't know what to say, sir," came the astounding answer. "Mrs. Forbes has been shot "

"Yes, sir. She was merely looking out through the drawingroom window, when some one fired at her from a

"No, sirnot quite so bad as that. The bullet struck her left shoulder. A few inches lower and it would have

Some interruption took place on the line and the butler's voice ceased. Theydon, careless now as to what

construction his sister might place on his words, was about to storm at the exchange for cutting the

communication. He meant to say that on no consideration would he inflict the presence of a stranger at such a

"I was crossing the hall, and guessed it might be you. Come as soon as you are at liberty. You will be

welcome. If we are to be besieged I want some one who will not be afraid to shoot. These policemen are too

scrupulous. They saw some cursed Mongol leaning out through the window of the closed car, and could have

either shot him or put a bullet so close that his aim would have been disturbed. As it was, my wife only

escaped death by the mercy of Providence. She bent slightly at the very instant the wouldbe assassin fired,

and the bullet simply lacerated her shoulder. After this, I'll defend myself and my womenfolk, but I need at

He heard the clang of the receiver being replaced on its rest at the other end of the wire. Somehow, the sound

conveyed a new determination on Forbes's part. He had his back to the wall. No matter what view the law

"Bates," he cried, "throw into a bag such clothes as I shall need for a few days' stay in Mr. Forbes's house.

When I am gone, pack your own boxes and take a week's holiday. Go anywhere you like, out of London, but

go at once. Send me your address, care of Mr. Forbes, and I'll let you know when I want you again."

Bates intended making a declaration of war, but his employer broke in emphatically.

"I want you to obey my orders fully and unquestionably," he said. Bates promptly became the welltrained

"Yes, sir," he said. "Your portmanteau will be ready in ten minutes. Half an hour later me an' Mrs. Bates will

Theydon returned to the sitting room. His sister's face was white with fear, but he threw restraint to the winds.

"Mollie," he said, placing his hands on her shoulders, "you are very dear to me, but there is one woman in the

world who, if fate proves kind, may yet be dearer. She is in danger. If some one said that of you to your

She kissed him with tremulous lips. "He would act just as you are going to act," she said. "But, dear, can't you

"Well, then, Sis, I won't fence with you any longer. There's a sort of feud between Mr. Forbes and a faction in

China. He helped the reformers financially, and some supporters of the dethroned dynasty are trying to

compel him by force to give them a list of the prominent men who control the revolution. If he yields, it

means that nearly a hundred leading men in Chinamen whose only thought is the welfare and progress of

their countrywill be ruthlessly murdered. If he continues to refuse, his own life and the lives of his wife

and daughter are at stake. These fiends killed Mrs. Lester within a few feet of this very room. They killed her

husband six months ago. They tried to kidnap Evelyn Forbes yesterday, and succeeded, for a while, in

carrying off her mother, their plan being to torture one or both, even unto death. Heaven help me, I love

Evelyn Forbes, and I would count my life well spent if I died in defending her. Should anything happen to me

"We must not think of death, but of life," was the brave answer. "Can I do anything? Could George assist if

"No, Mollie. Perhaps I am exaggerating matters, though the history of this week would make strange reading

if published broadcast. Indeed I shall now urge on Mr. Forbes the advisability of sending the facts to the

press. London would be stirred to its depths, and every one of its citizens would be quick to observe and

report the presence of Chinamen or Japanese in the West End. Some innocent Orientals would suffer, but the

police might at least be enabled to capture the pestiferous gang which has committed this latest outrage. Just

think of some coldblooded scoundrel shooting at a sweetmannered and gentle lady like Mrs. Forbes!"

"That is the wild absurdity of the position. Of course, you didn't hear what Mr. Forbes said. The armed

detectives on duty in his house actually saw the Chinaman who fired the shot which wounded her, leaning out

through the window of a closed car. But they cannot blaze away at any passerby merely because he is, or

resembles, an Asiatic. What they dare not do, however, he and I will endeavor cheerfully. Bates!"

"If you are packing two bags, put that pistol and a box of cartridges in the smaller one."

"I think you're right, Frank," she said quietly. "I refuse to believe that any British court of justice would

blame any man for defending the lives of his wife and daughter, nor you for helping him. If the peacefully

disposed Chinese residents in London wish to avoid risk let them keep away from No. 11. Fortescue Square.

He looked at her with troubled eyes. For the moment such was the fire in his brain he did not understand.

"I don't mean as one of the garrison," she said. "May I not make the acquaintance of these people?

Sometimes, the mere knowledge that others are aware of one's troubles and sympathize with one is

comforting. Miss Beale is not expecting me till tea time. I told her I might lunch with you. Indeed, I promised

"You're a brick, Mollie," said her brother. "I do believe Evelyn Forbes will be glad to see you. The most

amazing thing about this affair is that none of the many friends Mr. and Mrs. Forbes and their daughter must

possess in London has the slightest inkling of the truth. I suppose the servants are instructed to tell ordinary

callers that the various members of the family are out, or some of them indisposed, or something of the sort....

But come along! I hear Bates banging my belongings into the passage. I'm in a fever to be there and taking

"Have you invited Miss Beale to reside with you while she is in London, Sis?" said Theydon, allowing his

"Yes. What else could I do? Poor thing, she was terrified at the notion of sleeping under the same roof as a

Yet even the valianthearted Mrs. Paxton yielded to the haunting terror of the bandits when the taxi drew in

behind a gray car already standing at the curb outside Smith's Hotel, and her brother grasped her wrist in

"Sit still," he said. "Now we may get on the track of some of the gang. That is the car which followed me on

His sister, of course, did not understand. She had heard nothing of the pursuit and its curious sequel.

"Do you mean it is one of the cars which these men use?" she whispered breathlessly.

"Yes. I'll explain later. But what impudence! The scoundrels have not even changed the number plate."

Unquestionably, the number of the gray landaulet now within a few feet of them was XY 1314. Theydon

stooped, opened a dressing case lying at his feet, and took out the automatic pistol placed there by Bates. He

"Now, I'll reconnoiter," he said, and opened the door. The taxi driver was already gazing curiously in at his

"Be ready to start the instant I want you," said Theydon to the man, and he strolled past the gray car, with

every sense alert, every muscle braced. If Wong Li Fu were seated inside he would cover him with the pistol

and hold him there until the police came, or shoot him dead if he offered any resistance.

Fortunately, therefore, all things considered, the interior of the car was absolutely empty, save for a copy of

the Times on the back seat. Even the presence of the newspaper was significant. In that issue should have

appeared Forbes's reply to "Y. M." which Furneaux had suppressed as unnecessary.

There was a chauffeur at the wheelno Chinaman, but a tightlybuttoned and blacklegginged young

"It belongs to the Chinese Embassy, sir," said the man, answering civilly enough, but not unnaturally

"Not exactly, sir, some friends of His Excellency." The man glanced toward the door of the hotel. "Here they

Theydon turned. Two Chinamen, sedate, pigtailed persons, were descending the steps. With them was

Furneaux! One of the Orientals gave Theydon a rather sharp glance, having noticed, apparently, that he was

conversing with the chauffeur, but Furneaux, after a stonily indifferent stare, said to the second Chinaman, in

The three entered, and the gray car made off, leaving Theydon to gaze blankly after it. His sister, though

badly scared at first, quickly recovered her selfpossession. She even made a joke of the incident.

"As an anticlimax, Frank, that is the best thing of its kind you have ever brought off," she tittered.

THOUGH a prey to that most burthensome of caresthe uneasy consciousness of an impalpable yet

everthreatening evilTheydon was not blind to the humorous element in the present situation. Mrs. Paxton,

She had seen her brother stalk the motor car and its presumed occupants in the most approved melodramatic

fashion, and could not help noticing his complete discomfiture. Naturally she imagined he had encountered a

pair of perfectly harmless citizens of the Middle Kingdom, and, being one of those happy beings more readily

"Never before have I discovered a neurotic streak in you, Frank," she said, after she had obtained a couple of

letters for Miss Beale, and they were en route again. " Come now, confess. If Evelyn Forbesor, let me see,

is it Phyllis or Doris? No, Evelyn. If Evelyn Forbes, then, did not happen to be a remarkably pretty girl,

would you really attach such terrific importance to the mad goingson of a set of Chinese fanatics? I doubt it."

The cab was threading its way through the traffic of St. James Street and Piccadilly on a busy afternoon in the

season, and Theydon had much to tell her before they arrived at Fortescue Square, but he sat by her side in

"Frank," said his sister, at last, "it is not like you to seek refuge in silence. I'm sorry if my chaff annoyed you.

Don't forget that you know everything about this mysterious business, and I know very little."

"I allowed imagination to run away with me, Sis," he said gently. "It was thoughtless on my part. Please

forgive me. I suppose those two Chinamen are unofficially connected with the Embassy. At any rate, the man

with them, the little man in a blue serge suit and straw hat, is Furneaux of Scotland Yard, a pocket marvel

among detectives, the sort of criminalhunter you read about in Gaboriau, but can scarcely accept as existing

From that instant he bent his wits to the task of acquainting Mrs. Paxton with the history of the preceding

three days. He was aware of the irrepressible trembling which shook her slender frame when he spoke of the

ivory skull found in Edith Lester's underbodice, and the replica of the same grewsome token sent to Forbes,

so suppressed all mention of his own experiences on returning to Innesmore Mansions overnight.

Furneaux had asked him for the bit of ivory that morning, and, incidentally, had produced the others from his

pocket. The detective gave no reason for his eagerness to possess these trophies, but seemed to invest them

with great importance. While keeping up a constant flow of talk with his sister, Theydon tried to puzzle out

the detective's motive for carrying such sinister messengers of death around London.

Try as he might, he could arrive at no plausible explanation, but he did not make the error of attributing

Furneaux's action to mere impulse. Those men of the Yard had a solid foundation for every step they took.

Even the visit to Smith's Hotel, and subsequent departure in the gray car, meant a definite stride onward in

At 11 Fortescue Square there were no outward signs of recent disturbance beyond the presence of a

sharpeyed policeman at each corner of the row of houses of which Mr. Forbes's residence formed one of the

center pair. Theydon expected to see a shattered window in the drawingroom on the first floor, where,

presumably, Mrs. Forbes was standing when the shot was fired, but each pane in three large windows was

Then he reflectedas, indeed, proved to be the casethat on such a fine day the window would probably be

open. Two windows on the second floor and one in the cloakroom near the front door were raised a few

inches, but drawn curtains screened from observation any watchful eye which might be stationed behind

them. As a matter of fact, armed detectives were hidden there, and they had been given specific orders to

shoot without warning any one of Chinese appearance whose behavior was suspicious, while three men were

in readiness in the hall to rush out into the square and make an arrest under similar circumstances.

In that fashionable quarter, at that hour, automobiles of every type were passing constantly. At the very next

door a wellappointed carriage and pair was in readiness to take an elderly lady for a drive in the park. As

yet, none of the other residents in the square had the remotest notion that No. 11 was in a state of siege. The

Mrs. Paxton and Theydon were admitted without any delay, and Forbes himself hurried downstairs to greet

them. He was pale, but quite composed. All the nervous uncertainty of the previous day had vanished. He

was armed and willing for the fray. If, as was by no means unlikely, Wong Li Fu staked everything on a

gambler's throw and led his cohort in a daylight raid on the house, the Manchu leader would meet with a very

Forbes was surprised to find that a lady had come with Theydon, but expressed his pleasure at the visit,

"Yes," he went on cheerfully, noting the astonishment caused by his words, "Mrs. Forbes is not seriously

injured. The bullet lacerated the top of her left shoulder, and the wound is painful but superficial. She

positively refuses to remain in bed, so our doctor humored her, provided she promises not to pass the time

Mrs. Paxton, to whose senses the presence of armed detectives and constables in uniform was even more

eloquent than her brother's words, glanced about the spacious entrance hall with wideeyed amazement.

Once she and her brother were recognized as friends of the family, the men on duty gave them no heed.

Outside were the familiar sounds of London traffic; within were preparations for conflict. The police carried

revolvers openly in leather cases strapped to their belts. On a table near the library door were several

automatic pistols ready to be snatched up in an emergency. An alert detective, revolver in hand, was peering

through the curtains of the cloakroom; this sentry, in particular, would alarm the garrison if, as Winter had

definitely warned his assistants, an attempt were ever made to enter the house by main force.

"I think I must be dreaming," she said, trying bravely to lessen the gravity of the statement by smiling at its

inherent absurdity. "Am I in London, or have I been whisked by magic to one of those outposts of civilization

where men and women of European race are often compelled to band together for protection against savages?

One reads of such things comfortably while dawdling over breakfast, and one wonders idly why people go to

such places. But that something of the sort could happen in Londonwhy, it is simply fantastic!"

"It is unpleasantly real, for all that, Mrs. Paxton," said Forbes, leading the way up the stairs. "What else can

we do? If the authorities surrounded the house with a cordon of soldiers London would be in an uproar. We

want to avoid that, at all costs. I have been in communication with the Home Office, and am advised that, if

we decide to put up with the inconvenience, it is better, and actually less risky, to hold out here than seek

safety by flight. I understand that Scotland Yard is not losing an unnecessary minute, but there are obvious

difficulties in the way of decisive action. It is considered worse than useless to effect isolated arrests, as these

tend only to put the other members of the gang on their guard. The chief inspector tells me that he had some

hope of being able to make a big haul tonight. The principal drawback is the language bar. Chinese

interpreters are few and far between in London, and those who do existin the East End, for instancehave

long since lost any useful acquaintance with events in their own country. This is a political matter, you

understand, and must be fought out on political lines. Strange as it may sound in your ears, the cause of

Chinese freedom is at issue in this very house. If Wong Li Fu could secure a list of names now locked in a

bureau in my library the Constitutional party in China would perish forthwith for want of leaders. But he

won't get it. Thanks to your brother, Mrs. Paxton, his deadliest attack failed yesterday. For today's accident

we have ourselves to blame. We did not even suspect that his malignity would take the form of shooting the

He had halted at the top of the broad staircase while making that stirring declaration of war.

"Pardon my outspokenness," he said, sinking his voice to a lower tone. "I don't want to frighten my wife on

my own account. She believes now that the police are hunting these scoundrels in every hole and corner of

London. In a sense, that is true, but we never know the moment some extraordinary action may be taken, so

"I may be wanted," he said. "I'll join you presently. There is my wife's boudoir," and he pointed to a door.

"Take Mrs. Paxton in, Theydon. Mrs. Forbes and Evelyn will be glad of your company."

Theydon knocked, and heard Evelyn's voice bidding him enter. Mrs. Forbes was lying on a couch, and her

"I've brought my sister to see you," he explained. "I've been relating such heroic things about you that she

"They insist on treating me as a casualty," she cried cheerfully. "What is your sister's name, Mr. Theydon?"

"Mollie," he said thoughtlessly, for he had just touched Evelyn Forbes's hand, and the mere contact gave him

"Mollie Paxton, at any rate," she said, realizing at once that her brother had completely lost all

selfpossession at sight of his divinity. "Now, as you are going to stay here, Frank, you shall give me the full

measure of the few minutes I can spare, so go and talk over your adventures with Mr. Forbes while I gossip

Theydon saw that his tactful sister had struck the right note. She might be trusted to make herself eminently

agreeable. Her bright, smiling manner had already created a good impression, and a lively chat with one who

had not passed through the vicissitudes which beset the Forbes family would be an excellent tonic.

"Before I efface myself, may I be allowed to congratulate Mrs. Forbes on her escape?" he said, halting at the

"Yes, you may," replied the older lady. "And, just to show that I am convalescent, kindly tell Tomlinson that

Forbes was leaving the telephone when Theydon regained the hall and explained that he had been dismissed

from the feminine conclave upstairs. The millionaire closed the door and motioned his companion to a chair.

"How long will it be before London wakes up to the knowledge of what is going on in its midst?" he said. "Is

there anything in the newspapers? I have had no time to read. I passed a rather sleepless night, so did not rise

until a late hour. Then Helen was fired at. I need hardly tell you that my time has been fully occupied since."

Theydon gave a resume of the paragraph which had appeared in at least one of the morning journals, and

admitted that some inkling of the truth was bound to gain publicity during the next few hours.

"I cannot understand why it is the reporters are not here by the score already," he went on. "Some passerby

must have seen or heard the shooting. A pistol cannot be fired in a quiet square like this without attracting

"That is the extraordinary part of it," said Forbes, smiling grimly. "People heard the noise, of course, but

came to the conclusion that a cylinder in the car had backfired. That was the view taken by two policemen

on duty within a few yards of the house. A detective stationed in the cloakroom actually saw the man raising

the weapon. He, of course, was under no delusion as to what had happened, and ran out instantly, but the car

was then traveling at a fast pace, and was out of sight before the nearest constable could even endeavor to

stop it. Anyhow, what was the man to do? We cannot expect that he would whip out a revolver, if he carries

one, and blaze away indiscriminately at car and occupants if the chauffeur refused to pull up. Really,

Theydon, Wong Li Fu has perplexed the authorities more than any desperado known to this generation. He is

aware that his hostage has escaped from Croydon, so he calmly drives past my house, knowing full well that

it is efficiently guarded, and fires a pot shot at the first person seen through one of the windows. The man

whom I have spoken to over the telephone shares that opinion. He is one of the legal advisers of the Home

Office. Just to show the baffling nature of the problem, he says that it will be absolutely impossible, on the

evidence available at present, to frame a charge against any Chinaman other than Wong Li Fu. Yet we know

that he has at least four or five, and probably three times as many, accomplices."

"Have the police yet obtained any real clew as to the whereabouts of the gang's headquarters? They must

"That big detective, Winter, came here this morning. He seemed to be very confident, though I think I gave

him the worst shock he has received for many a year when I informed him that within an hour after he had

left the house Mrs. Forbes had been shot at, and narrowly escaped a fatal wound. It was he who asked me to

invite you to come here. I'm exceedingly sorry that our acquaintance, begun so happily, should involve you in

"As for that," broke in Theydon, "I would not change places with any man in England at this moment."

"Don't forget, Mr. Forbes, that I write books, some of themthe most popular ones, I am afraidbeing of a

sensational type. When this tornado has died down, and Wong Li Fu is carefully hanged, and you and your

family are recuperating in Sutherlandshire, I shall resume work with a new inspiration. Never again shall I

say to myself, 'Oh, that is too farfetched,' or fear that I am straining my readers' credulity beyond bounds. If

a small gang of Chinamen and Japanese can hold up London, bamboozle the best men in Scotland Yard, and

keep a man of your position a prisoner in his own house, I need have no fear of adopting any situation my

fertile brain can evolve, because four days ago I would have scoffed at the things which have actually

"The American, Mr. Handyside, tells me the skulls are of Japanese workmanship. He argues also that the

wrestling tricks of which Winter and I, and Mrs. Forbes in lesser degree, have had some experience, are

Japanese. More than that, a Jap was arrested outside my place early this morning."

"I have Furneaux's authority for the statement that the prisoner is a Jap, and belongs to a society calling itself

"But confound it, I have no quarrel with Japan. If anything, I am one of her best friends."

"I must get Handyside to propound one of his favorite theories. He says that a powerful and growing party

among our allies in the Far East means to keep China in a condition of anarchy until Japan is prepared,

financially and in armament, to take a commanding share in the ultimate settlement. But, at best, the few

Japanese adventurers in league with Wong Li Fu hardly count. Once he is laid by the heels this feud will

"If it doesn't, I must ask the Government to provide safe quarters for my family in the Tower," muttered

Forbes, rising and pacing the room in the same thoughtful, careladen way as he had paced it when Theydon

"You said Wong Li Fu knew that Mrs. Forbes had been rescued from her bonds last night," went on Theydon.

"I suppose Winter told you that. Was he only assuming the fact, or have there been developments at

"A motor car drove up to the gate openly at ten o'clock this morning. A police sergeant, jumping to the

conclusion that one of his own chiefs or a representative of Scotland Yard was paying the place a visit,

incautiously showed himself in the doorway, whereupon the car raced away. It was an unfortunate and,

perhaps, costly blunder, but the man is hardly to be blamed. The very audacity of the gang is their best

"You see," cried Forbes. "These rascals have got us on the jump. I don't know how long my servants will

stand the racket. They are most loyal, and Tomlinson vows that not a syllable has been breathed outside by

any of our domestics. But the women's nerves are on edge. A scullery maid dropped a decanter a little while

since, and the crash drew bloodcurdling shrieks from the kitchen. Come, let us eat, drink, and be merry, for

tomorrow we die. The quotation is not a felicitous one. Indeed, it is distinctly ominous, but it seems to meet

"Helena," he cried sternly, "the doctor said you were not to stir out of your room."

"My dear, the doctor is a mere man, and fancies that a woman is not fitted for warfare. He is quite mistaken.

Mrs. Forbes, whose face was paler and eyes seemingly bigger and more luminous than usual, was leaning on

Evelyn's arm. She was dressed in a blue tulle costume which lent a fragile air to an already slender form, but

"You certainly look ferocious," said her husband, yielding instantly, as she well knew would happen.

"I believe you are all jealous," she vowed. "I am the only one who has really been in the forefront of the

"Yes," said Theydon, moistening his lips with his tongue. There was such a peculiar rasp in his voice that it

Obviously the guests meant to avoid serious topics during the meal. Evelyn Forbes chimed in with a

reminiscence of her schooldays in Brussels, and soon the talk was general, ranging from the year's Academy

Mrs. Paxton, an excellent mimic, was amusing them with imitations of the voice and manner of a certain

wellknown lady golfer, when she was interrupted by three sharp, irregular cracks which seemed to come

from the diningroom windows. Simultaneously a picture frame on the opposite wall was split and a

Theydon, owing to his position at the table, was the first to notice three small, starred holes in the plate glass

"Don't stand up!" he said, instantly. "Some one is shooting at the house. Crouch on the floor, for Heaven's

That urgent appeal was emphasized by a fourth bullet, which, taking a lower flight, barely missed Forbes,

upset a Venetian glass flower vase on the table, and buried itself in the lower half of the sideboard.

Forbes, heedless of the possible consequences to himself, sprang to his wife's assistance, and, interposing his

body as a shield between her and the windows, led her to an angle of the wall where she would be safe. The

younger women, after a momentary hesitation, dropped to the floor and crawled to the same refuge. Theydon

The police had heard the shooting, the sound of which had been deadened to those in the dining room by the

breaking glass and china. But within a few minutes a useless pursuit was abandoned. The fusillade had come

from a car which halted close to the garden railings on the far side of the square. Though the trees were

nearly in full leaf, and dense shrubberies seemed to shut off every house from any such method of attack,

investigation proved that it was possible to estimate accurately the position of the diningroom windows in

"Another narrow escape on both sides," he said coolly. "Two policemen were just too late to interfere. Of

"By Jove, Helena, that doctor of ours was decidedly in error," cried her husband. "You're right. If we're

besieged we must carry ourselves according to the code. Mrs. Paxton, I hope it won't disturb you if a shell

"That volley has done things!" he announced. "London is stirring at last. There's a crowd in front of the

house, and a short, fat man is explaining the procedure. Prepare now to receive the press in battalions."

ALTHOUGH, as shall be seen, the final and complete defeat and extinction of the London section of the

Young Manchus were directly due to forces set in motion by Furneaux, it was Winter's painstaking way of

covering the ground that unearthed the fraternity's meeting place, and thus brought matters to a head speedily.

For the rest, events followed their own course, and great would have been the fame of the prophet who

In later days, when more ample knowledge was available, it was a debatable point whether or not the inmates

of No. 11 Fortescue Square were saved from an almost maniacal vengeance by the fact that a crisis was

precipitated. Winter maintained stoutly that the police must triumph in the long run, whereas Furneaux held,

with even greater tenacity, that although the gang would undoubtedly be broken up, that muchdesired end

might have been attained after, and not before, a dire tragedy occurred in the Forbes household.

The pros and cons of the argument were equally numerous and weighty. They cannot be marshaled here.

Each man and woman who reads this record will probably form an emphatic opinion tending toward the one

side or the other. All that a veracious chronicler can accomplish is to set forth a plain tale of events in their

Winter was a hardheaded, broadminded official, whose long and wide experience enabled him to estimate

at their true value the farreaching powers of the State as opposed to the machinations of a few determined

outlaws. On the other hand, the amazing facility with which Furneaux could enter into the twists and turns of

Winter was sitting in his office, smoking a fat cigar, and wading through reports brought in by subordinates

concerning every opium den and Chinese boarding house in the East End, when Furneaux entered.

"Any luck?" inquired the chief, laying aside one document which seemed to merit fuller inquiry; it described

a club much frequented by Chinese residents in London, men of a higher class than the sailors and firemen

brought to the port by ships trading with the Far East, and an outstanding feature of the Young Manchus'

operations was the intelligent grasp of the ways and means of modern civilized life these filibusters exhibited.

He flung himself into a big armchair, curled up in it like an animated Buddha, and extracted one of the three

"If you could only speak, you image of evil!" he muttered. "You're not so dead that you cannot work

mischief. Why the deuce, then, can't you mouth your incantations? Then we would listen and learn."

Winter, still sorting his papers, cocked the cigar inquisitively on one side of his mouth.

"Oh, I have ascertained a lot about the inner politics of China," mumbled Furneaux, irritably, gazing fixedly

at the skull after one quick glance of his colleague. "Every little helps, of course. I have met some Chinamen

this morning who would cheerfully plunge Wong Li Fu into a cauldron of boiling oil, and stir him round with

a long stick when he was in it. One man, quite an important personage in the jute line, has lost a brother and a

brotherinlaw, the one in Canton, the other in Pekin, and he lays both deaths at the door of the redoubtable

Wong. Another, the fellow who chanced to take up his quarters at Smith's Hotel, is a delegate sent here

specially to hunt out Wong, and destroy him. I asked him how he meant to set about it, but his scheme is

vague. He's an opportunist of the first water. 'Me catchee and killee Wong Li Fu one time,' was his best

effort. I'm going to confront Len Shi with these two in Bow Street. They may worm something out of him.

But will they own up if they do? Dashed if I know. The Oriental mind is on a par with their blessed language.

It has three thousand ways of expressing one idea, and not one of 'em is our way."

"I suppose so. He turned up in Jermyn Streetoutside Smith's Hotel, if you please, with a lady in a taxi."

"No, his sister, judging from the family likeness. His eyes grew goggled like yours when he saw the gray car."

"Not I. Gave him the cut direct. My Chinamen are shy birds, and I daren't flutter them by letting them think

there are too many foreign devils mixed up in the business. My London Chinaman was the brainy person who

got the Embassy busy when Mrs. Lester's death was announced. He saw Wong Li Fu's hand in that from the

first moment. Oddly enough, though he and a man from the Embassy followed Theydon from Waterloo to

Forbes's place on Tuesday night, and again to Innesmore Mansions, he didn't recognize him today. Or

perhaps he did. I don't know. Talk about the impassive Red Indian! A thoroughbred Chink would give a

Pawnee chief one glass eye and a coat of paint, and then beat him hollow at the haughty indifference game."

"My!" said Winter admiringly, "you've got your tongue loose today. Well, here's an item which should prove

useful. Whitechapel thinks we may find a Young Manchu or two among that collection," and he threw an

Furneaux repocketed the skull, and was gazing moodily at the report, when a uniformed constable announced

that a boy messenger wished to see a "detective" with regard to the typed letter delivered at Mr. Forbes's

"Show him up," said the chief, and a smartlooking boy, wearing the familiar uniform of his corps, was

"Oh, you're the gentleman who came to our Piccadilly office," he said to Winter.

"Well, sir, I haven't very much to tell you, but it was I who took the letter to Fortescue Square. I saw the

sender, a foreignlooking gentleman, he was, with funny eyes, and I think I spotted him again this afternoon.

"Good boy. If your information is of any service I'll take care you are not forgotten."

"We must look up No. 412," said Winter, quietly; but there was a ring of genuine satisfaction in his voice,

because the clew promised well, and it was a complete justification of the straightforward method he adopted

in every inquiry, whereas Furneaux invariably preferred an abstruse theory to a definite piece of evidence.

The Jersey man's face had wrinkled as a preliminary to some sarcastic comment on what he termed the

"handcuff" way of reasoning, when the telephone bell rang. Winter answered, and at once his selfpossessed

air fled. Indeed, it was a very angry man who listened, because a subordinate was telephoning from Fortescue

The Chief gave a few curt instructions as to securing the adequate cooperation of the local police, who should

take measures to render any repetition of such daring tactics absolutely impossible.

"Good. Evidently they're all of the right breed. You can tell them I said so, if you like. Assure Mr. Forbes that

every care will be taken to protect his house in future. See that strong patrols occupy every point from which

a gun can be aimed at any window, even the attics, in No. 11. Phone me again when you have discussed

The receiver clanged back into its hook. Winter had not foreseen this latest move. "Sheer impudence," he

"Yes. A longrange attack from across the square. Four shots lodged in dining room."

"James," said the little man solemnly, "Wong Li Fu is making us a laughingstock. Are you aware that the

newspapers will get on our track now? Can't you see the headlines?'Another Sidney Street.' 'Chinese

Pirates Busy in London.' 'Scotland Yard Outwitted.' By this time tomorrow the Commissioner will be

"Come!" he said. "If that Chinaman in Bow Street won't speak, I'll torture him. What of the other fellow who

"He's a Jap. He knows nothing. He was hired for the jobto put any interfering bobby to sleep."

The chief inspector angrily bundled some papers into a drawer, and threw away his cigar, which he had

allowed to go out. Furneaux produced an ivory skull again, and scowled at it, whereupon his superior,

snorting with annoyance, strode to the window, and affected an interest he was far from feeling in the

And thus they passed a harmonious quarter of an hour, which came to an end with the appearance of an

attendant to announce the arrival of "two Chinese gentlemen to see Mr. Furneaux."

They went down in the elevator without exchanging a word. At the entrance stood the gray car, in which the

Chinamen were already seated. Furneaux introduced the chief inspector, and they were whisked to Bow

Street. There in a cell they found Len Shi, a somewhat sullenlooking man whose European chauffeur's

livery seemed curiously raffish and unsuitable when contrasted with the more picturesque if soberhued

At first he maintained the sulky knownothing role which he had adopted successfully with the official

interpreter. Furneaux, watching the faces of prisoner and questioners, guessed that small progress was being

made, so, waiting until Len Shi was evidently quite satisfied with himself, he suddenly thrust an ivory skull

before the man's eyes. The result was unexpected but puzzling. The man was badly scared, beyond doubt, but

Winter, than whom no living actor could play up better to Furneaux's tactics in a touchandgo encounter of

"Handcuff that man, and bring him out!" he said to the constable in charge of the cells.

Len Shi blanched. He estimated the legal methods of Great Britain by those which obtained in his own land,

The whole five crowded into the car, and the driver, the same English chauffeur to whom Theydon had

spoken, was told to make for 412 Charlotte Street, and pass the house slowly, but not pull up. Len Shi,

though quaking with alarm, bore himself with a certain dignified stoicism until he found out where the car

was apparently stopping. Then he said something in a panicstricken voice and the jute merchant, who spoke

Once started, Len Shi talked volubly. The others merely put in a question now and then, and the detectives

curbed their impatience as best they might until Len Shi was safely lodged in Bow Street again.

"Well?" he said, addressing the jute merchant. The other Chinaman had very little English and could not

But, to the chief inspector's surprise and wrath, the Englishspeaking Chinaman had only a request to make.

"Be good enough to explain yourself. Above all, tell me what Len Shi has been jabbering about. He had

"He told us of the fate of our friends in China. Those things do not concern you. What you want is to have

Wong Li Fu and the othersthere are nearly twenty in alldelivered into your hands. Very well. Give us

those ivory skulls, and bring your men to that house in Charlotte Street, at one o'clock this night, and you will

"That is our business, not yours," said Winter, gruffly decisive. "I cannot expose you two gentlemen to any

"You do not understand," broke in the jute merchant, addressing the burly representative of the Criminal

Investigation Department as if he were a fractious child who must be informed as to the why and wherefore

of a disagreeable duty. "What will you do? Surround the house with policemen, break in the doors, and fight?

You may, or may not succeed. Some, plenty, of your men will certainly be killed. That is not good. We do

not wish it. Give me those skulls. I and my friend will go there. You come at one o'clock, tap so on the door,

and we will admit you. Then you take Wong Li Fu and all the others. There will be no fight."

The Chinaman's manner was singularly impressive as he tapped three times on a high desk to emphasize, as it

were, his instructions. The sound, too, was curious. He did not use his knuckles, but bunched the fingers of

his right hand together, and rapped on the wood with the long nails which are a mark of distinction in his race.

"We make things easy and certain for you," he added, more by way of painstaking argument than because

any further explanation was really necessary. "You do not wish to fail, no? You want to be sure that Wong Li

Fu's evil deeds shall be stopped? Good. We do thatI and my friend. We can pass the doorkeepers. Can

you? No. At one o'clock we open the door and the Young Manchus will be wholly in your power, to do with

Nevertheless, Winter was perplexed. He hemmed and hawed a good deal. Seldom did he hesitate in this

"I might entertain your scheme if I were told more about it," he said dubiously, gazing with troubled eyes at

the Chinaman's blandly inscrutable face. "Please believe me when I say that I trust your good faith, but I am

not sure that even you understand fully the nature of the adventure you have in mind. Wong Li Fu has already

committed one murder in London. He has attempted others, and is absolutely careless of consequences. How

can I have any guarantee that you and this other gentleman may not be his next victims? He is a person who

displays a somewhat forced humor. We might enter the Charlotte Street house at one o'clock and find your

"And do you expect the police to leave the whole neighborhood severely alone for another hour?"

"Not unless you wish it. If you so desire you can occupy both ends of the street, and arrest every Chinaman

" Oh, yes. We will overpower the Young Manchus by taking them unaware. We will act quietly, but there

Then Winter yielded, though not with a good grace. The implied suggestion that the London police could not

handle a set of Mongolian ruffians was utterly distasteful, yet he admitted, though unwillingly, that he did not

"All right," he said. "Hand over the skulls, Furneaux! It is quite agreed," he went on, addressing the

Chinaman again, "that I have full liberty of action in so far as preliminary arrangements are concerned? I see

your point that Wong Li Fu must not be forewarned, and shall take care that my men are hidden. I have your

"To the best of my belief I shall be as safe in Charlotte Street as I am here," said the jute merchant, smiling

"One! Two! Three!" said Furneaux, counting the skulls into the Chinaman's outstretched hand.

Furneaux said nothing. He accompanied the chief inspector when the latter escorted the two Chinamen to

their car, and whistled softly between his teeth while Winter and he were walking to Scotland Yard. The big

man glowered at him once or twice, but passed no comment. When they reached the Embankment, Winter

took Furneaux to his room, but left him instantly. He was absent a long time. When he came in again he was

Walking toward their favorite restaurant in Soho, they met a newsboy running with an edition of an evening

newspaper damp from the press. The boy was shouting, "'Orrible crime in the West End; Chinese outrage!"

Furneaux bought a paper. It contained a lively account of the attack on Mr. Forbes's house and described the

mansion as an armed fortress. Scores of police were parading the neighborhood and examining every passing

motor car lest it held Chinese bandits. The arrest of Len Shi at St. Albans, and of a Japanese outside

Innesmore Mansions, was recalled, and an Eastbourne correspondent had sent a fairly accurate version of the

"What? Both? Well, now, if that isn't a bit of luck," cried a pleasant voice close behind them, and Mr. George

"I was feeling kind of lonesome in the hotel, and just strolled out to look at the shops," he rattled on. "Say,

can you boys eat a line? Is there any place in London where they know what a planked steak is?"

"Planked steak!" snorted Furneaux. "When you've tasted a porterhouse steak grilled by a master hand you'll

never mention any other variety again. Come right along, Mr. Handyside. Tell us fairy tales about God's own

"This isn't the Wild and Woolly West," he said. "This is London, sir, poor, old, playedout London, whose

beefy citizens do nothing but eat, talk cricket or golf, and sleep. If you credit the newspapers, you'll never get

"No," said Winter, "it's the truth, and less than the truth. Let's hunt that steak, and we'll season the dish for

Winter never erred when he chose a man as a friend. He liked Handyside, and was half inclined to drop a hint

in his ear as to the night's program, for the American had seen Wong Li Fu more than once, and might be

NOW, Len Shi had communicated one vital fact to his compatriots which they had carefully concealed from

the detectives. The opening campaign against Forbes had practically ended that day. Thenceforth, for a week,

the Young Manchus meant to separate, revert to Chinese costume, live in Chinese boardinghouses in the East

End, and thus utterly mislead and bamboozle the police, who, in their hunt for the miscreants, would be

Winter was in two minds whether or not to inform the inmates of No. 11 as to the contemplated raid on the

Charlotte Street rendezvous. Ultimately, he decided to say nothing definite that evening. It was better that the

threatened people and their guards should not relax their vigilance. "The bestlaid schemes o' mice and men

gang aft agley," and if, perchance, the jute merchant's plan, whatever it might be, miscarried, and some of

But there was no semblance of doubt or hesitation about the measures taken by the police. That night, from

eleven o'clock onward, not even a prowling cat entered Charlotte Street without being seen by sharp eyes.

Nearly opposite No. 412 was a large warehouse, with a back entrance a long way in the rear, and approached

At midnight three Chinamen appeared, turned into Charlotte Street from the south and shuffled on noiseless

feet straight to No. 414. They knocked, and after some delay were admitted. A minute later three others came

from the north, knocked on the door of No. 410 and disappeared, the delay, seemingly caused by a parley

Afterward squads of Chinamen, exactly 25, all told, came from north and south in practically equal numbers

and entered those two houses, but never a man entered, or passed, or came out of No. 412. These more

numerous arrivals met with no hesitation on the part of the two doorkeepers. They entered without let or

After that there was what is known in theatrical circles as a "stage wait." Charlotte Street, save for its loafers

and an occasional belated resident of some dwelling other than those under observation, lapsed into its

From 12:30 onwards, Winter, stationed on the south side, looked at his watch many times. A little man,

mingling with the disreputable rascals on the north side, was similarly fidgety.

A tall, slim man, wearing a dark overcoat, who lurked in a doorway near Winter's post, blew the tip of the

cigar he was smoking into a red glow so that he might look at his watch. Another tall man, rather more

powerfully built, awaited developments with apparent unconcern. Mr. Handyside, in fact, was in the august

company of the Commissioner of Police, and the latter, though eminently agreeable, nevertheless observed an

At 12:45 there was a stir. Out of 410 and 414 came 25 Chinamen. They gathered on the pavement, and did

not attempt to walk away, though a sudden and concentrated advance was made by the two sets of loafers,

while the doors of the warehouse opposite belched forth a startling array of constables in uniform.

Winter and Furneaux respectively headed the contingents from north and south. An inspector was in charge

of the central body, and even a Chinaman who had not been a day in London must have realized that the

intent of these swiftmoving detachments was to cut off his escape if he meant flight. But not a Chinaman

budged, save one, who seemed to recognize the chief inspector, because he stepped forward and said in suave

"These men are my friends. The others are inside. They are quite safe. Kindly wait till one o'clock."

"I must understand what you mean, Mr. Li Chang," said Winter sternly; for some reason, he distrusted the

smoothspoken jute merchant. "Why have you visited these two houses, and not 412? And what do we gain

"No," came the somewhat surprising answer. "No one in No. 412 is aware of your presence. We have taken

care of that. As for the other houses, they provide the simplest means of access to the center one. Doorways

have been made in the cellar walls and special staircases built. Consequently, if you broke open the door of

412 you would find the way barred by two other locked doors, while the occupants, if aroused, could escape

from either or both of the next houses. We Chinese have a long acquaintance with the needs of a secret

society. You may take it from me that the obvious way into or out of an opium den, for instance, is never the

By this time the commissioner, Handyside, Furneaux and the inspector had come up, and the five formed a

little group in the center of a semicircle of detectives and police. There was absolutely no sign of life in any

of the houses; save for the raiders and the stolid Orientals, the street itself was deserted. Many eyes, no doubt,

were peering through darkened windows, but the denizens of Charlotte Street as a rule attend strictly to their

"What do you advise, sire" said Winter, addressing the commissioner. "Mr. Li Chang wants us to make no

"The places are apparently in complete darkness. My men must use their lamps, and may be attacked."

"No," said Li Chang simply. "There will be no fighting. Those Manchu dogs are helpless. We have seen to

"It will be in order," was the calm reply. "I entered into an arrangement with you. I want to abide by it."

Winter breathed heavily. The ways of the Oriental were not his ways, but a bargain was a bargain, so what

Suddenly, about two minutes to one o'clock, a curious crackling noise was heard, a column of sparks burst

high above the steep roof of No. 412, and the upper windows of the opposite houses reflected a red glare.

Simultaneously came a shout from both ends of the street. Men were running from the detachment guarding

the rear of the premises to say that a fierce fire was raging on the first floor back of No. 412.

"Smash in those three doors!" cried Winter to his helpers. "Drag out every Chinaman you meet! Handcuff

them in threes and fours! Arrest these fellows standing outside, but keep the two lots separate!"

"Why are we, your friends, to be arrested?" demanded Li Chang's dignified voice.

"I'll soon tell you why, you slim demon!" shouted the chief inspector, roused to anger by the consciousness

that he had been duped. "What fiendish trick have you played on those wretches penned up inside there? But

"Better march this crowd of Chinamen straight to your station," he said. "I'll follow soon, and lay a charge."

He felt a clawlike hand on his arm, and wild with vexation though he was, forced himself to listen.

"We are ready to go where you wish," said Li Chang calmly. "But spare your own men. They must not enter

Somehow, Winter was impelled to obey. The center door was already yielding, but he rushed forward and

told the party which meant to enter at that point to abandon it, and reinforce their comrades. A number of

detectives and police were already inside the dark hallways of Nos. 410 and 414 when the very walls

trembled under the shock of a violent explosion in No. 412, which was quickly followed by three others.

A tongue of flame darted instantly to a height of many feet above the topmost storey, showing that the series

of explosions had not only destroyed the whole rear section of the house, and thus given the fire fresh fuel

and plenty of space but there could be no reasonable doubt that the bombs, if bombs they were, had

themselves been filled with some highly inflammable substance. Thenceforth, the police could do nothing

beyond keeping at a distance the crowds which soon gathered, and thus clear a space for the operations of the

No. 412 was thoroughly gutted. Not a shred of the building remained except the crumbling walls at front and

back. Its neighbors were in little better case, and the firemen devoted their efforts mainly toward keeping the

One thing was certain. No human being had escaped from out of that doomed habitation. The fire, too, had

gained hold with a phenomenal rapidity which argued the use of petrol, or some kindred agent of irresistible

Winter and Furneaux, accompanied by the commissioner and Mr. Handyside, walked to the local police

"Queer ducks, the Chinese!" he said, seemingly musing aloud rather than inviting comment. "They like to

settle their own differences. I guess we'd feel pretty much like that if we lived in China."

No one took up the point thus raised. Winter bent a searching, almost sorrowful glance at Furneaux, but the

In the charge room of the police station the twentyfive Chinamen awaited them. Twentyfive pairs of

"Now," he said, "tell me just what happened after you and these others went into the two houses in Charlotte

The Chinaman faced him imperturbably. His manner was as unemotional and his words as slow and

"We asked to be admitted, and after giving the password and showing the sign there was no difficulty," he

said. "We were in parties of three. As you probably saw, I headed one, which entered No. 410. My friend,

Won Lung Foo, led the other. The ivory skulls made matters simple. We explained to the doorkeepers that

we had just arrived from China, and brought messages of great urgency. Once inside, we gagged and bound

the doorkeepers. Then we entered No. 412, where we knew that Wong Li Fu would be smoking opium with

"Queer," muttered Furneaux, almost to himself. "The story begins and ends with the number 17!"

Again did Winter strive to pierce his colleague with a look from those bulging eyes, but the little man was far

"We went to the big room at the back," continued Li Chang quietly, uttering each word separately, and

evidently weighing it in his mind to test its accuracy before use, "and found Wong Li Fu. Him we bound

quickly, and very securely. The others we tied in twos and threes. Of course, we brought the two doorkeepers

to the same room, so that you should experience no difficulty, but take them all together."

Here Mr. Won Lung Foo broke in. Evidently he could follow English better than speak it.

Then he smiled blandly, and his tongue rolled over his lips as though some fruit or sweetmeat had left a

"Then, if your surprise was so successful, what caused the fire?" said Winter, affecting a magnificent

Li Chang, for once, permitted his immobile features to show some semblance of anxious uncertainty.

"That," he said, "is a mystery which can, perhaps, never be solved. But it saves your Government much

In those few words he expressed quite clearly the line he adhered to throughout a long crossexamination.

Neither Winter nor the commissioner could shake him. The fire was an accidentthe outcome of an

After a protracted debate in private between the two heads of the Criminal Investigation Department, the

names and addresses of the prisoners were recorded and they were set at liberty.

Before Li Chang went away Furneaux demanded the return of the three ivory skulls, which were promptly

"One word in your ear," murmured the detective, sotto voce. "Did Wong Li Fu recognize you?"

The eyes of the two clashed. For once, Furneaux peered deep into the mind of an Oriental, and what he saw

there kept him quiet, but he knew, just as surely as if he had been present, exactly what Li Chang said to

The "Charlotte Street Fire" caused only a slight sensation. It became known that No. 412 was a resort of

Chinese opium fiends, and the loss of the den and its frequenters was not treated as a National calamity. The

shooting at No. 11 Fortescue Square was regarded much more seriously, and the newspapers were full of it

Thenceforth, however, interest flagged. Mr. Forbes and his family and servants left London for Scotland, and

the Amateur Golf Championship came along, so the escapades of a few Chinese fanatics in London were

They were forgotten, that is, by most people; but one man, Frank Theydon, went back to his flat in Innesmore

Mansions to plunge into work and strive vainly to obliterate those pages of his memory charged with

Strive as he would, and did, to bury the past under the duties and cares of the present, the radiant vision of

But he was built of tough fiber, and resolutely refused an invitation to visit the Sutherlandshire glen in which

Forbes and his daughter were sedulously nursing to health and strength the dear wife and mother whose

nervous system had suffered far more than she permitted to become known under the stress and strain of the

Even when Evelyn herself wrote, seconding her father's most friendly note, Theydon pleaded the exigencies

of his profession and filled a letter with an amusing account of Bates's chagrin because he had failed to "bag a

Chinaman on his own account," having actually purchased a pistol and fixed it in position before he and his

Three months passed. On August 9, a broiling morning, Theydon was dejectedly reading of preparations for

"Handyside has arrived here in his car. Come for the gathering of the clan. We take no refusal. Forbes."

Theydon traveled north that night. He reached the glen in time for dinner next evening and passed a few

At last, feeling that he was losing grip and might act foolishly, he announced to Forbes, one night when a

glorious moon was shining, and he knew that Evelyn was awaiting him in the garden, that he must leave for

"Why?" inquired his host. "Has something unforeseen happened? I thought you meant remaining here till the

"I'm sorry," said Theydon, chewing a cigar viciously as a means toward maintaining his selfcontrol. "I'm

There was a slight pause. Forbes looked at his young friend with those earnest, deepseeing eyes of his.

Again there was a pause. Theydon was well aware that he risked a grave misunderstanding, but that could not

be avoided. It might be even better so. And then his blood ran cold, because Forbes was saying:

"Heaven helps those who help themselves," said the older man. "That is a trite saying, but it meets the case. I

think I diagnose your trouble, my boy. You are in love with Evelyn, and dare not tell her so, because I happen

to be a rich man. Really I didn't think you had so poor an opinion of me as to believe that money or rank

He said other thingskindly, wise, appreciativebut Frank Theydon never knew what they were. He

She had crossed a sloping lawn and was standing by the side of a little stream that gargled and bubbled in

joyous career to the nearby loch. She had thrown a white shawl over her head and shoulders, and looked

adorably sylphlike as she turned on hearing his footsteps; the moonlight shone on her face and was reflected

"Oh, you're here at last!" she cried gaily. "The next time I ask any cavalier to escort me he will come more

"Evelyn," he said, "here is one cavalier, at any rate, who offers himself as an escort for life."

The merriment died out of her eyes, and the quip on her tongue failed her. Greatly daring, her lover took her

in his arms. Through the open windows of the drawing room floated the tender refrain of a ballad. Mrs.