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CHAPTER VII.
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Not so much as a line from
SANCTUM SIFTINGS
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“What’s
in a frenzy of impatience.
the matter with you tonight?
THE PEANUT.
crystal mosaic, incapable of any but
the most minute reflections.
(To Be Continued.)
!
Representative Stanley says the com-
modities clause in the commerce law is
a joke and a sham. He doubtless be-
lieves it or he wouldn’t have said so.
PER WEEK,
PER YEAR.
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We’d have a lot less to worry about
if we’d forget the past and not try/to
see too far into the future.
Senator Root makes a strong argu-
ment on the Panama canal question,
but can he make the rest of the sen-
ate see it the same way?
Keeping up one’s courage under dis-
couraging circumstances is not an easy
task, but it’s worth while.
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eron say, and turned from the mirror
to the table, where he had found his
isought-for treasure beneath a pile of
‘heavier, grosser works.
in-
Nell
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unmarred panel had been wrought
without sound and seemingly without
human agency.
For just a moment Cameron stared
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the enemy,
just as I—”
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Eastern Representative
DAVID J. RANDALL
1108 Brunswick Bldg.
New Ycik Gity
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THE AGRICULTURAL PORTFO-
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HAZEUTINE
TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION
Delivered by carrier or by mail, postage
prepaid:
West’n Representative.
FULLER & HEHR.QUEZ
122 So. Michigan Bi’vd
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Entered at the Postoffice in Galveston as
Second-Class Mail Matter.
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in dumb awe. When he turned to me ;
he appeared suddenly to have aged. I
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The folks who are left behind al-
ways join the anvil chorus when the
successful individual is mentioned.
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President Elect Wilson’s adherence
to simplicity is_ commendable but he’ll
find that the job of being president is
not a very simple affair.
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They have withdrawn, ,
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SABLE
A legislative wrangle is always a
lot more interesting to those involved
than to the people who are paying the
salaries.
With the Inauguration out of the
way, and the election of a senator not
coming up for several days, the legis-
lature has an opportunity to do some
work.
ej <AKERIE)D
Remember that vain regrets after
Jan. 31 will not produce a poll tax re-
ceipt.
But he interrupted me.
“Here, quick!” he was saying. "Tae
this!" And I saw then that one hand
was drawing something from beneath
his pillow. The next moment he had
I given me a long envelope of that thin.
Gwynne’s own handiwork.
, It possessed for me a certain fas-
cination due more to its history than
its beauty, for it was not the most
artistic of creations, and as Cameron
poked about for his Baudelaire, I
stood gazing at the glass and think-
ing of all I had ever read of the il-
literate, but saucy, sprightly actress
whose sole claim to fame hung on her
winning the favor of that easy-going,
royal hypocrite, Charles II.
“Here’s the binding!” I heard Cam-
n*)
in atoms.
Cameron rose, a little unsteadily I
thought, and coming around the table,
I joined me in closer inspection of his
wrecked hereditament. I can find no
word adequate to the description of
And then there came to me again,
that unwelcome suspicion that all
along he had been hiding something
Here’s the first guide post on the
road to success: Mind your own bus-
iness.
MAN’S FAULT.
Port Arthur News.
One grouch, finding nothing else to
complain about, lifts his voice in the
plaint that the women of today cannot
patch a pair of pants like our grand-
mothers used to. He doesn’t stop to
think that the women don’t get any
practice at the art, because many men
of today wont wear ’em with patched
places.
“My God!” he murmured in a kind
of breathless whisper.
I would have given a great deal to
have been able to allay that terror of
the impalpable which was gripping
him. But I was helpless. Shocked
and astounded, myself, solace was not
at my command. More to escape the
piteous appeal of his silent gaze than
in hope of making discovery, I turn-
ed in haste to one of the long win-
dows which opened on the outer bal-
cony. Drawing back the sashes and
flinging them wide, I stepped outside
and, listening, over the railing.
But the night was strangely still.
There was no sound, even, of stirring [
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Cut This Story Out and Kee It. Yo'u Wens to Kend it Kestes it Vet Sew.
By sheer merit alone the peanut is.
compelling recognition from those who
form the foundation of all a nation’s
prosperity—the farmer. It has not al-
ways been so, but merit and patience
have combined and today the humble
“goober” is coming into its own. Not
only does it make a profitable crop for
stock food and other uses, but it ap-
pears to have other virtues, and one
of them is thus forcibly presented by
the Oklahoma City Oklahoman:
“Humble in its appearance, without
much of a reputation, the Oklahoma
peanut has stepped into the financial
arena and is about to take rank with
other crops which have a direct bear-
ing on domestic industries.
A leading local insurance company
has occasion to extend premium notes,
to some of its policy holders, in the
event that they are unable to pay the
, was my line of argument; but
-- —u- And the • through it all, Cameron sat unmoved
change to this condition from a fair, j and unresponsive.
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premiums in full when same become
due. In answering letters to policy
holders, this is the invariable reply
given:
“ ‘If you will plant a number of acres
of peanuts, the acreage to be deter-
mined by this company, and to be in
proportion to the amount of money due
us. we will extend the note; otherwise,
we will not make any extension.’
“Here is prosperity from a new an-
gle.
“The insurance company insists that
peanuts be planted. It is quite un-
usual for an insurance company to as-
sume such an attitude; why, then are
policy holders on Oklahoma farms di-
rected to plant peanuts?
“It is for the reason that peanuts in
Oklahoma are a certain crop, regard-
less of rainfall and climatic conditions.
“The insurance company knows that
if farmers will plant peanuts they are
certain to have something to sell and
can pay their premium notes.
“When policy holders refuse to plant
peanuts as an insurance crop to insure
the payment of the other insurance
policy, then the company enforces pay-
ment of the notes as they become due.
“Peanuts as note extenders are good
insurance policies in themselves.”
from me; that he divined the cause
! and the source of the persecution,
eyes fixed imploringly on the door,
was about to answer him with the
truth—-that I did not want to open it;
that I would not, could not read the
contents; that he must wait and trust
me, absolutely—when, quite without
design on my part, the envelope fell
to the rug at my feet. And as I
stooped to recover it, I heard the door-
knob turn.
When I regained the upright, Miss
Collins was entering, and the letter
was in the pocket of my dinner jack-
et
MAKING USE OF 1913.
Cleburne Enterprise.
Nineteen hundred thirteen is sure to
be a lucky year for Cleburne. Just
contemplate how all the vacant houses
have filled up, and property is chang-
ing hands. One more good crop year
will make Cleburne look like a real
city.
A mother is always surprised to
learn that her daughters are as old as
they are.
If there is one of the secretaryships
in President-elect Wilson’t cabinet in
which the South is more largely in-
terested than any other, it is probably
the one having oversight of the na-
tion’s agriculture; not that, the South
will expect anything more than is due
from this department of the govern-
ment, but because of the fact that the
South is ail’d will be for some years
to come largely given to drawing its
prosperity from the ground, and hav-
ing deep interest in this particular de-
partment means that the South is nat-
urally interested in the man who is
to have charge of the portfolio per-
taining to matters falling within its
jurisdiction.
For something like seventen years
Professor Willis L. Moore has been at
the head of the Weather Bureau, one
of the departments under the secretary
of agriculture, and during this period
has frequently been called upon to act
as secretary of agriculture in the ab-
sence of the regularly appointed cab-
inet officer, and his administration of
affairs has always had the virility of
the master mind. As the department
of agriculture comprises aenumber of
'scientific bureaus such as the weather
bureau, division of plant industry, bu-
reau of chemistry, in which is the pure
food department, bureau of forestry,
etc., it will at once be seen that the
head of this department should be a
man of rare attainments, and it is be-
lieved that every qualification demand-
ed by the department will be found in
Professor Moore.
Professor Moore is not only a prac-
tical farmer, but a student of other
sciences, a writer on scientific subjects
and an original thinker whose progres-
sive ideas have practically remade the
weather service department of the gov-
ernment, introducing a number of ad-
vanced ideas that have saved millions
of dollars to the farmers and ship
owners of the nation. From the view-
point of ability alone, Professor Moore
is well qualified to become a member
of Mr. Wilson’s official family, and in
no particular, it is believed, will he fall
short in any of the requirements de-
manded for that high honor.
GALVESTON TRIBUNE: WEDNESDAY. JANUARY 22, 1913.
DEMAND ASSURED.
Fort Worth Star-Telegram.
If cold weather will drop in occa-
sionally during the current month and
February, it is the opinion of Texas
orchard men that the fruit crop' Will
be fine and bumperish. That means
peach dividends for East Texas. Fix
up the packing sheds and overhaul the
home canner.
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“Quick!” he insisted, excitedly.
“Open it! Read it! She’ll not leave
us long and I must know its con-
tents.”
“But how—” I began, as I tore the
end of the envelope.
“God knows,” he answered, before
I had put my question into words. “I
had been dozing; about an hour ago.
I stretched out my hand, unconscious-
ly, and that lay beneath it, on the
• counterpane. It crackled as I touched
His eyes were lustreless, and his I
cheeks wore a gray pallor.
but for some reason of his own would
not divulge them?
I rang for one of the footmen and
had some brandy brought, and forced
Cameron to swallow a stiff drink of
it, in which I joined him. But even
this stimulant had small effect upon
him. And when, finally, I reluctantly :
bade him good-night, I was over-
whelmed by the pathos of his condi-
tion. So wrought and tortured, in-
deed, was I, by the sad picture of de-
throned courage which - followed me
home, that sleep fled me and left me
wide-eyed until the dawn.
The tidings which came to me with
my coffee that morning were more
than half expected. Cameron was ill,
and his vhvsician had been sum-
The glass was framed in colored
headwork, to which were attached
wax figures in high relief: at the top,
a miniature portrait of Charles II. in
his state robes; at the bottom, one
of Nell herself, in court dress. The
king appeared also on the right, in
hunting costume, and on the left was
another figure of his favorite in less
ornamental garb. According to the
’ “You know something of book-
binding," he went on, with enthusi-
asm. “Now examine that carefully,
And tell me if you ever saw anything
imore exquisite. I had it done in Lon-
don, last year. It’s a copy of one of
Le Gascon’s.”
GALVESTON TRIBUNE
(Established 1880.)
drew up a chair for himself, speaking
,all the while in denunciation of Tol-
stoi and the injustice of his criticism.
One poem after another he read,
while I lay back listening. To his
.credit he read them well, though he
paused often in mid-verse to explain
'What he thought I might regard as an
affectation or, as Tolstoi has put it,
“an intentional obscurity.”
There was one verse which im-
pressed me particularly as he read
it, and remained with me for a long
while afterward, for, in view of every-
thing, it seemed to have a special ap-
positiveness. The lines to which I
refer have been translated in this
way:
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LORCA
From Heaven’s high balconies
See! in their threadbare robes the dea
years cast their eyes,
And from the depths below regret’s war
smile appears.
Cameron sat with his back to the
door leading to the passageway, and
facing, diagonally, across the table,
the Nell Gwynne mirror. My own
gaze was on him as he read.
As he finished the verse, a portion
of which I have quoted, he lifted his
eyes, I thought to meet mine, but his
look rose over my head, and clung,
while his lids widened, and into every
line of his face there came a rigid,
startled expression, half amazement,
half horror. And,in that instant of
it; and I knew then, even before I ‘ "
recognized the feel of it.”
’ Sixty seconds! Was there ever such
an interminable period? Sixty long
; seconds before that door would open
।with the interruption that would
spare me. I fumbled with the devil-
ish paper; let it slip through my
-fingers; tore a bit here and a bit
'there; finished the tearing; and then,
.dissembling, began tearing the other
end. And still the seconds lagged;1
still the door remained stationary.
“My God, Clyde!” Cameron cried,
legend which accompanied this
teresting antique, it was
you never going to get that thing ■
open?” < N
And then I, desperate, too, with j
BASIS FOR DELIBERATION.
Pittsburgh Sun.
The celebration of the ninety-eighth
anniversary of . peace between the Unit-
ed States and Great Britain was good
enough to serve as a preliminary in
the final adjustment of the dispute of
the two governments over Panama
tolls. “We rejoice in the assurance of
the past and present that the long era
of tranquillity which we have enjoyed
will continue unbroken forever,” was
one of the expressions of the occasion.
Now proceed on that basis.
Easter’s coming so early this year
that it may be necessary to stick to
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the winter togs while marching in the
parade.
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moned from New Y’ork.
When I reached Cragholt the doc-
tor had come and gone, and a
। trained nurse was in attendance.
Evelyn, meeting me in the hall, con-
veyed this intelligence in a breath,
and then, laying hold upon me, a
slender "hand upon- each coat sleeve,
her big eyes pleading and anxious.,
she ran on:
I “It is shock, Dr. Massey says. De-
ferred shock, he called it. He says
Uncle Robert has suffered from some
(sudden grief, fright, or other dread-
ful mental impression. His tempera-
ture is way below normal and his
pulse is a sort of rapid feeble flutter.
Oh, do tell me what you know about
jit. What shock has he had? Yu
were with him last evening. He was
gay enough when you and he went
from the music room. What hap-
pened afterward?”
? Caressingly I rested my palms upon
her shoulders.
; “My dear little girl,” I said, sooth-
ingly. “I am sorry I can’t satisfy
your very natural curiosity.”
i “But it isn’t curiosity,” she correct-
ed, promptly. “It’s interest.”
i “Well, interest then. I’m sorry, I
i 'say. Something did happen; but to
■ tell you just what it was, and why it
j Was a shock to him, I am not able.
;Not now, at least. Maybe, some day,
you’ll know all about it.”
_ 1 There never was a more reasonable
young person than Evelyn Grayson.
Most girls, I fancy, would have teased
and grown peevish at being denied.
But she seemed to understand.
. “Do you want to see uncle?” she
asked me.
(j “I don’t believe it would be wise,”
I answered. “Probably I, being a
reminder, might do him harm. Tell
me how he seems? He isn’t uncon-
scious?”
“No. He answers questions. But
he never says anything for himself.
And, Philip, he looks so pinched and
old and pale! And his hands are so
cold. The nurse has taken away his
pillows and raised his feet, and—
it’s gruesome, that’s the only word
that describes it.”
j “But he’ll soon be better? The
doctor said that, didn’t he?”
At first sight it seemed all glitter- ,
ing gold, but on closer inspection I
jfound that the groundwork was bright
red morocco, inlaid with buff, olive,
and marble leather, the spaces close-
ily filled with very delicate and beau-
tiful pointille traceries. It was a ver-
iitable gem in its way, and I could not
blame Cameron for his raptures.
When I had applauded and be- ।
praised to his content, he took the lit-
tle volume from my hand, and open-
ing it, with a sort of slow’ reverence,
observed with something like patron- l
ism:
“I’m afraid you don’t quite under-
stand Baudelaire.”
“Does anybody?” I flung back.
“He is not so obscure as his critics
would have us believe,” Cameron as-
serted. “Sit down in that lounging
chair a moment, and I’ll read you
something." And as I obeyed, he
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ders to his men concerning any stran- • I
gers seen on the estate that day. I
And, finally, when not fetching the J
mail from the post office, myself— l
and four times I made the trip—I sat I
on guard in Cameron’s study, waiting ’
and expectant.
But the day passed, it seemed, *
.without the looked-for incident. Ev-
ery letter, by post or by hand, which
came that day, inside the Cragholt
limits was by me personally inspect- A
ed, and amongst them all there was
no one which bore the faintest re-
semblance to those two baleful mis-
sives of the two preceding four- 1)
teenths.
When I had made my last trip to
the post office, finished my final in-
spection, and was almost jubilant 41
©ver the significant cessation of the
threats which, in their ultimate fulfil-
ment at least, had brought my friend
so close to dissolution, I made haste ।
to carry to Cameron the glad news. I
Oddly enough, his condition in the I
past forty-eight hours had materially 1
improved, and as Dr; Massey attrib- • I
uted this, in part at least, to the influ-
ence exerted by my brief visit, I was ’
now permitted to repeat the treat- *
ment at pleasure. 2 [
It wanted but a few minutes of
eight o’clock, and Checkabeedy
seized the occasion to inform me. as
I passed through the hall, that din- " j
ner had been waiting for nearly a
half-hour; a fact which I knew quite
as well as he, but when I had chosen a.,
to disregard in favor of more press" V
ing and important employment. Nev- ■
ertheless I had dressed before going X
for the last mail, and as a moment; "
would suffice to assure Cameron tha‛ I
all was well, I relieved the mind o I
the distressed butler, by assuring him J
that dinner should not wait over five ■
minutes longer, so far as I was con E
cerned. ■
A very light tap on the chamber J
door was answered by Miss Collins, a
who came out into the passage and I
.closed the door behind her. E
“I fear it is not advisable for you I
to see him, now, Mr. Clyde,” she ■
said. “He has suddenly had a return 1
of some of his worst symptoms, and I
I am sure Dr. Massey would object 4
to his being at all excited.”
“But I shan’t excite him,” I ex-
pained. “I have the very best of news
for him. It is his anxiety over a cer-
tain matter, no doubt, which has
brought about the symptoms you
speak of. I know I can relieve his
HI
: “From Sight of Men Into Torment”
Seldom have I passed a more mis-
erable hour than that which followed
upon the seeming phenomenon I have
described. Cameron was nervously
in tatters and my own poise was
something more than threatened. The
sight of a usually brave, strong, self-
contained person of stolidly phleg-
matic temperament transformed into
a relaxed, nerveless, apprehensive
creature is enough of itself to try
one’s fortitude, even with the most
favorable collateral conditions. And
the collateral conditions here were
quite the reverse. That which had af-
fected Cameron had exerted an influ-
ence upon me as well, knowing, as I
did, all the circumstances and being
interested, as I was, in my friend’s
problem. And so while his plight
tore at my heartstrings, my own in-
ability to grapple with the mystery
contributed an added mental dis-
tress.
To my dismay I found Cameron
quite incapable of anything approach-
ing a calm, common-sense discussion
of the matter, and realized to the full
the mischief which this last perfor-
mance, coming as a climax upon a
week of more or less disquietude, had
effected.
He sat most of the time with head
bent forward and knees doubled, his
toes touching the floor but his heels
raised and in constant vibrating
movement, as though stricken with
palsy. The fingers of one hand toyed
incessantly, too, with the fingers of
the other, in a variety of twisting,
snakelike involutions. In vain I en-
deavored to arouse him; to stir in
him a spirit of retaliation. Some one
was playing tricks upon him, and that
some one must be discovered and
brought to justice. Common sense
told us that, however mysterious
these happenings appeared, they
could not have occurred without hu-
man agency. It was our task to dis-
cover the agent and punish him. This
tense silence the “Fleurs du Mal”
slipped from his nerveless fingers,
struck the table edge, and dropped
with unseemly echo to the floor.
In a breath I was on my feet and
staring where his vision had focussed.
I hardly know what I expected to see.
I am sure nothing would have sur-
prised me. And yet I was scarcely
prepared for the inexplicable ruin
which my sight , encountered. The
-.glass of the Nell Gwynne mirror was
mind, which I have reason to believe
has been all day under an unusual *
.strain.”
But still this efficient-looking, j
white-clad woman was not wholly fl
convinced. 9"
1 “It must be only for a minute then,” I
she finally allowed. “You can go in I
alone. But at the end of sixty sec- ,
ons," she added, as she glanced at ' I
the little gold watch she wore pinned I
‘to her spotless waist, “I shall inter- I
rupt you; and then you must leave.” 4
> Yielding, perforce, to her condition, ,V
I entered. And as I did so, Cameron 1
half rose on his elbow, regarding me I
with what I thought was anxiety for ■ I
■my report. ]
’ "It’s all right,” I said, quietly. “All I
leaves. A brooding hsh seemed
spread over all the outdoor world—
that ominous silence which, often pre-
cedes the breaking of a storm. I
looked up to find the heavens
wrapped in a pall of inky cloud. And
•then, with a feeling of having fled
from a lesser to a greater evil, I re-
turned to the lighted room, and
closed the window to shut out the
horror of the night.
Cameron was standing where I had
left him. He looked woefully tired
and haggard.
“Explain it!” he cried, hoarsely.
"My God, Clyde, explain it!”
“I would to Heaven I could.” wa£
my forlorn reply.
what we experienced. Amazement
and all its synonyms are far too
feeble for the task. We were certain-
ly more than appalled. What we saw
suggested to me spontaneous disin-
tegration. If such a thing were pos-
sible, which I believe it is not, it
might have explained the condition of
the mirror. No othe ascription
seemed admissible; foi, though the
glass remained in its frame not so
much as a splinter having been
dropped, it was fractured into a
thousand tiny pieces, resembling a
WOMEN AND POLITICS.
Texas City Times.
In an address before the Women’s
National Democratic League, which
convened in Washington, Jan. 7, in its
first annual convention, Speaker
Champ Clark expressed the belief that
the advent of women in politics would
have for its field of endeavor the ame-
lioration of the conditins of the human
race, the relief of poverty and the in-
culcation of morality.
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“Yes. He said that.”
But the reaction which usually fol-
lows shock was only partial in Cam-
eron’s case, and for days his life was
in danger. Then followed a period of
slow, general recovery.
As the month of October pro-
gressed I feared the liability to re-
lapse. I knew, instinctively, with
what dread sensations he must be
awaiting the fourteenth of the month.
He had been forbidden, of course, to
receive any mail, just as he had
been denied visitors; but I felt that
in an uncertainty that must of neces-
sity prove injurious. And so I took
Dr. Massey, in a measure, into my
confidence, and gained from him per-
mission to see Cameron for a brief
moment.
“He has been asking for you,” the
physician informed me, "but I fan-
cied it better to make no exceptions.
Now, however, I see that you may be
a help instead of a hindrance.”
I Despite the more or less circum-
stantial reports as to his condition
and appearance which had filtered to
me from the sick room, through the
medium of Evelyn, Miss Collins, the
nurse, and Dr. Massey and his assis-
tant, Dr. Thorne, I was not altogeth-
er prepared for the marked change
which less than three weeks had
wrought in my friend. He was peaked
and bloodless and tired and old. And
his voice was little more than a whis-
per.
! He made a brave effort to smile, as
I came in, but it resulted in a sad
grimacing failure. I lifted one of his
thin, clammy hands which lay inert
on the coverlid, but it gave me only
the feeblest answering pressure.
"I’m so glad you’re better,” I told
him, cheerily. “Fancy the doctor al-
lowing me to see you! That shows
what he thinks.”
“Yes,” he whispered, “I’m coming
round, slowly. And I wanted to see
you, Clyde. What day of the month
is this?”
“The twelfth.”
“Day after tomorrow, it will come,”
he said.
“Don’t be too sure,” I replied. "I
think they’ve done about enough to
(satisfy any ordinary villains.”
! He was silent for a moment. Then,
’with just the faintest turn of his head
'from side to side, he said:
! “But they are not ordinary vil-
• Iains.”
| “Well,” I said, “If it does come, I
'shall find out how it got here; and
that will be a step towards bringing
them to justice.”
I “You’ll find out?” he queried, in-
! credulously.
j “Yes. I’ll get your mail that day,
jmyself. I’ll tell that monument of
'pomposity, your butler, Mr. Checks-
beedy, that I am to see every letter
I that comes to the house and know
(how and by whom it is delivered. Let-
jters can’t get here without hands, you
know."
“Other things seem to be done
• without hands,” was his conclusive
comment; and I had no reply for him.
Concerning Murphy and the mur-
dered Chinaman, Cameron did not
ask, and I was glad he did not. For
Murphy had been discharged from
custody, for lack of evidence; and
•though there were some desultory ef-
forts making to place the blame for
the Celestial’s violent taking-off, I
doubted that they would have prac-
ticable result.
The precautions against surprise on
the fourteenth, which I had outlined
so briefly to Cameron, I carried out
with added detail. For instance, I in-
structed Romney to report to me ev-
ery person who passed in or out of
the gates guarded by his Lodge. I
had Kilgour, the superintendent of
the. Cameron acres, issue similar or-
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