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SYNOPSIS.
CHAPTER I.?In a New York jewelry j
store Philip Severn, United States con- !
SUiai liUUCfS a Mllilll UU.V ? 1UVU t
attracts him. He purchases it. Later he j I
discovers in a secret compartment a writ- ! j
ing giving a clew to a revolutionary move- j j
ment in this country seeking to over- j |
throw the Chilean government. The writ- i I
ing mentions a rendezvous, and Severn
decides to investigate.
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CHAPTER II.?Finding the place men- i
tioned in the writing apparently deserted, I
Severn visits a saloon in the vicinity. |
A woman in the place is met by a man,
seemingly by appointment, and Severn,
his suspicions aroused, follows them.
They go to the designated meeting place,
an abandoned iron foundry.
CHAPTER III.
Within the Factory Walls.
I stood as though paralyzed, with
one foot uplifted, a hand pressed
against the wall, unable to move.
There was nothing I could do to avert
discovery, no place in which I dfculd
crouch in hiding. The newcomer moved
swiftly, knowing his way through tihe
darkness, and I had scarcely opportunity
to even glance backward when
he rounded the corner and bumped iuto
me.
"What the h?11!" he exclaimed,
startled at the encounter. "Why, d?n
it, Charlett, what are you slouching
here for? Ycru're Charlett, ain't you?"
"Yes," I muttered, the assent actually
frightened out of me; then added
lamely, "I couldn't remember the signal."
The fellow laughed softly, releasing
his grip on my coat.
"If you attended more meetings
you'd be letter perfect." he said, his
English without an accent. "Where
have you been the last month?out of
town?" ,
"In Washington," I ventured, praying
the swift answer might suffice.
"Oh, I see," more heartily. "So you
were the one Alva sent? Did the wornartAma
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The woman! Who'could he mean 1
but the same girl who had been wait- i
Ing in the saloon? I had ventured al- 1
ready too far to draw back; I must 1
take yet another chance, an answer. <
"Not with me; that would be too ]
risky. She is here, though." j
"Good enough. That means mone^f. <
Let's go in." i
He pushed past, and I followed, to- i
tally unable to determine in my own i
mind what to do. The fellow in the
darkness evidently mistook me for I
some one of the gang. His confidence '
in my identity as Charlett might win
me entrance?but what then? That I 1 i
was not Charlett would certainly be revealed
by the first gleam of light, and <
I would be helpless. I was alone, un- :
armed, and these fellows, beyond ques- I
tion, were engaged in a desperate
game. I am sure T should never have :
ventured it had not my companion
suddenly turned and grasped my
sleeve.
"You saw Mendez, of course?"
"Sure."
"And he vouched for her; he says she
is all right?"
"He chose her; that ought to be
enough."
"H?11. I suppose so, but even Mendez
has made mistakes. Here's the
door."
He rapped lightly, his fingers still \
gripping my sleeve in a grasp of friend- |
ship. I could have broken away, and j
ran for ft, but something mysterious
held me, some odd fascination of dan- !
ger. I saw nothing, heard nothing, yet .
had an instinctive feeling that a nar- j
row wicket had opened in the door, !
through wmcn our aim outlines were
being scrutinized. I held my breath !
expectantly.
"Who is there?" the voice was a
mere whisper, so close as to startle me. j
"Gaspar Wine," was the answer, in i
the same low tone, "163."
"What word?"
"Cervantes."
"But there are two of yoti."
"Oh. this is one of us. It's all right, ;
J nan; I'll vouch for him."
The fellow inside grumbled someC!r\onich
hnf
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opened the door silently, just far
enough for us to slip through one at a
time. I felt Wine press past me, and !
was aware that the guard dosed and i
barred the door, hut could set- nothing;
not even my own hand before my eyes.
A latch clicked softly, and a dim
ray of light broke in upon us from a
revealed passage beyond. It was so
faint as to scarcely render features visible,
and. as my coat collar was still j
upturned, I pressed forward close behind
Wine without discovery. I could
perceive something of the fellow now, ;
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I Could Perceive Something of the Fellow
Now.
i rather squat figure, concealed by a
iong. shapeless raincoat, wearing a
?losely trimmed beard, and horn spectacles.
His features were clearly for?ign,
yet failed to bespeak the fighting
type. I placed him as a theorist, a
professor, perhaps, in some small college.
But my thoughts were not so occupied
with my guide as with the problem
of how I was to escape from him.
1 dare not go on into the presence of
others, where discovery that I was not
Oharlett would be immediate. At any
?ost I must avoid such exposure?but
iiow? The place in which we were
?ave me little inspiration. K was a
ow passage-way, inclosed by rough
3oard walls, instantly driving home
jpon me the impression that it had
:> en constructed for the very purpose
?or which it was now being utilized? 1
i secret entrance to prevent any gleam
3f light from being seen without. This
precaution, coupled with the tightly
boarded passage, left the whole building
apparently deserted and desolate,
to any chance watcher without. This
fvas evidently no common, vulgar band
>f schemers, but men with a definite
purpose in view, which they were engaged
in carrying out with true secret
efficiency. They were plotting revolution.
Only a strange chance had given
cue the clew, and only a reckless persistency
had opened a way before me.
Now my life was no longer my own; it
belonged to my country. I must live
to expose these men. But how?
My heart failed me as I stared about
at the bare walls, and forward to
where a heavy curtain draped the end
of the passage. This widened as we
advanced, so as to form what evidently
had been designed as a cloakroom.
Wine stopped and removed his coat,
appropriating an unoccupied nail, and
I followed his example, rejoicing to observe
that he still remained so confident
of my identity as to not once
glance around in ray direction. The
fellow seemed obsessed with some special
desire,.for he swept,his eyes over
the swinging garments, and exclaimed:
"Not half of them here yet. I want
a word with Alva before. the show
opens. Charlett. so you better go right
on. in. See you later."
He pressed something in the sidewall.
sliding back a panel, and disappeared,
the rough boards returning instantly
into place. I was left alone,
staring at the spot where he had disappeared.
Beyond doubt the entrance
awaiting me lay straight ahead, concealed
by the hanging curtain. I
stepped cautiously forward, listening
for some guiding sound from beyond
that barrier, afraid to draw it aside
and take a blind plunge into the unknown.
I could detect the murmur of
voices, several of them speaking Spanish,
yet in such low tones I could distinguish
only an occasional emphasized
word. There was no door between
us: only that thick, hanging curtain,
and I ventured far enough to
draw this aside sufficient to peer
through with one eye. Beyond was a
reasonably large room, but so dimly
lighted as to be scarcely visible from
end to end. 1 could discern men pres1
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ent, a rummer 01 mom, lounging jummii
on chairs, their outlines being fairly
revealed, but the light was not sufficient
to give me any impression of
their faces. It seemed quite possible
that 1 might slip In unobserved, and
pass among them unrecognized except
through accident. Hut the risk of discovery
was too great. I must find some
other point of entrance.
The private doorway through which
Wine had disappeared* gave me the
thought that there might also he others^
I dare not follow after him,, but
i if thorp was another oprning to hr I
i fount] I was perfectly willing to ex (
pi ore into its mysteries. The <earel <
was brief, yet the very nature of tin 1
rough board wall mane com-ealment <
impossible. Behind the danglim: coat*
I unco?"red what I sought, and no? a
umwent too soon. Even as my ham* t
touched the exposed latch, a muniuir f
s
l of voices in ihe ( hut entry reached
ui\ ears?there \v?-tv new arrivals he- ^
Uil questioned. and admitted. ^
The panei slid hark silently in its ^
grooves. and I peered through the revealed
opciiiiiir into absolute darkness. v
Ail I could be sure of, as exhibited by ^
i the dim light of the passage, was a
single step downward, and then api
pareiitly a strip of earth lloor. 1 dare
not wait and meet those entering;
there was but one choice of action. I j.|
pressed through the orifice, forced the .
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panel back into place, and stood erect
: in the intense darkness and filer ce, u
listening for the slightest sound.
I was still motionless, my heart
i beating fiercely, when several men en|
tered tlie passage I had just left.
| Pressing my ear against the thin crack
I I distinguished words so as to piece
i together scraps .of conversation. It
seemed to me there were three voices
| ?one speaking Spanish entirely, the
I others using English. One of the lat|
ter spoke first.
" Tis a dirty night out, but good for 11
! our purpose. You came by motor, p
j Alorizo?" j
"Nn.j Wine said that was too risky, t
; I walked from the car line. What's j
| up? Do you know. Captain?" !
The fellow addressed exploded in I
! Spanish. 'j
"Why you call me that? I tell you jj
my name!" j
"It's safe enough In here, but I'll be ;
careful outside. What was this meet- /.
ing called for?" /
"It was a message from Washing- II
ton, orders maybe, that we act soon. }
I hope it." ^
"From Washington? Is Mendez 2
here?" 1
"Saprista, no! Can he move with- I y
out a dozen spies at his heels? He find ; K
a messenger no one ever suspect. She H
bring the word." t
"Slie? A woman?" i K
"sure: tnar was netter. i\o one ; w
know her; no one ever see her with ; y
our people. It was a good trick, and (
it fool the pigs." i \
"But who is the woman?" ' (
The other uttered a gruff exclama- \
tion of disgust. j j
"If I know, you suppose I tell? Not
much, but I do not know. They trust I
her?is it not enough? 'Tis my guess !
she come special for to do this." ; ?
"She is a Chileah then?"
"Maybe; maybe American, Spanish, i
What difference if she be in our serv- h
ice? They know what she is; tonight g
I she is Marie Gessler?it has the sound s
I of Switzerland. Beyond this I care n
i nothing." o
"But yrfti have seen her, perhaps?' f
"Not a sight; none of the boys have. 1
She was to meet Alva at Times square 1
this noon. I went with him, but no s
girl?just a messenger boy tfiere with "
a note in code. Something had fright- o
ened the lady, and she made a night i
appointment over here." c
"Here! How did she know the way t
out?" \ d
"She didn't, for the matter of that; b
But she had been piped off on Jans' 1;
place, and agreed to be there as soon
as it was dark. I'm wondering if she t
showed up; let's go in and see." l f
The three moved off down the pas- v
sage, still conversing in subdued tones, s
i the sharp accent of the Spaniard most t
prominent, and I became acutely s
aware of the black silence in which I \
stood. There was no occasion for me t
to risk my life farther in an effort to t
learn more. I had located the secret b
rendezvous of this gang of revolu- t
fionary plotters. I was aware of their c
connection with the Chilean Junta at s
; Washington, and it would be a com- t
| paratively easy matter now to capture c
I them red-handed. I saw therefore no t
j reason why I should venture further, v
or endeavor to learn in detail the na- I
ture of this message intrusted to the c
| girl for delivery. My duty now was t
to report what I had discovered, when 1
the prompt arrest of Alva, and a few ,
others, would end the whole scheme, t
| It seemed simple enough, if I could
; only find my way out safely. I
But escape unobserved was far from s
| being assured. Any retreat by way of v
i the lighted passage was impossible;
there were guards there at both ends; r
the only hope lay in a blind effort for- E
ward. jI
accepted the only course possible, g
and began to feel my way toXhe left, 1
skirting the wall of rough boarding, , j
until it widened out into what was ap- j
parently the larger room beyond. No t
sound reached me from any direction, j 1
the silence and darkness oppressing ; (
me, as though they had weight. 1 ^
Yet one fact became more and more t
clear?the deliberate purpose with f
which this deserted iron factory had ^
been prepared for a secret rendezvous. c
j Apparently, from without, it stood ]
grim, desolate and deserted, yet the :
interior arrangements were such that p
conspirators could meet securely in- f
! side, protected from observation, in; _
1 rooms through whose walls no gleam j
i of light might be visible from either i j.
| street or alley. Only an accident, or j
j constant vigilance without, could re- s
| veal the true use to which the building t
was now being devoted. This knowl- i j
; edge rendered the peril of my own po- 1 ^
| sition the more intense. I could be . ^
killed, murdered, and no man would ; (
ever be the wiser. I would simply disj
appear, vanish, and that would be the
j end.
At that moment I had no thought but j ,
to discover some means of escape. The j j
knowledge of the danger I was in
robbed me of all courage. I was like t
a child afraid in the dark. I moved
forward, inch by inch, feeling my way
along the rough planking with., one
ian<T, my limbs actually trembling u trior
mo. If 1 could only find some
ponimr; see some gleam of light;
iroak away from this torrildo silent
la rktioss.
I snp*ms. '} I cms moving with tho utllosf
?-;iITI;??!!. ; Y?'!*v ISOl'VO Oil edge,
k'eling a wu\ forward with hands and
oot. Once. I stepped upon a shell of
01110 kind which crunched beneath the '
weight, and again my groping hand
islodged a small Mock of wood, which *
*11 with a slight clatter, I halted
oth times, my in art in my mouth, yet
othing happened, and I moved for- :
"ard again confident of not being over/to
r?rl
KTtlL W.
I could not have told what it was
fiat halted me. I remember I stopped ^
s though shot, my very breath sus- J
ended, one foot still uplifted in a step
jrward, my eyes staring helplessly
lto the black void. The silence was
>iat of a tomb. I could feel the
erspiration flow down my face in a
tream; it was an instant of torture,
'hen an unseen hand gripped me and
n electric flash-light glared into my
yes.
CHAPTER IV.
I Become a Weil-Known Thief
The sudden, unanticipated attack,
lie hurst of dazzling light in ray eyes,
endered me for the moment utterly
io Tightly Grasped at the Throat as to j
Be Nearly Strangled.
lelpless. I was blinded, and so tightly j
rasped at the throat as to be nearly j
trangled. I only dimly realized that
ay assailant was .a man, his grip that
f a giant. Then, to my surprise, the
ellow laughed oddly, snapping out his
?
ight, and releasing his grip.
"Well, if this don't beat h?11," he
aid, in the tone of ctfieerful disgust.
Come in here and let me look you
iver."
His hand closed on, the sleeve of my
oat, and before I scarcely found time
o catch my breath again I* had been
[ragged through a narrow opening and
ecame aware that a door shut silently
behind me.
The fellow gave me little opportuniy
to either act, or think. A match
lared, and was held aloft to a gas jet
yhich instantly broke into a dull flame,
ufficient to render visible the full ex- ;
ent of the small room in which we
tood. In some .semi-conscious way I
vas aware of bare walls, of a small
able opposite with some writing maerials
on it, and a short bench covered
>y a blanket. I suppose I saw these
hings, yet all that ^I seemed to pereive
was the man fronting me, who
tared in my face, a quizzical smile on
lis lips, as though still half uncertain
if the reality of my presence. He was
all, a trifle angular, but exceedingly
rell-dressed, with closely trimmed
ron-gray beard and peculiar eyes
leeply set in a rather chalky face. He
rcke the silence, evidently inclined to
ook upon this meeting as a joke.
"Don't recognize me, I reckon? Well,
hat ain't to be wondered at, for likely
enough you never saw me before.
Seats the devil though why you
liould drift in here; now I suppose it
vill have to be fifty-fifty."
His words and manner gave me a
tew lease on life. Whoever the follow
night be he was seemingly friendly. I
rmct moat tha fcllnw in thflt Same
pirit and endeavor to extract from
lim some knowledge of whom he sup>osed
me to be.
"I do not quite get the drift of all
his," I ventured. "You imply that you
mow me."
*"H?11, yes. Over in Bow Street, on
he other side. The Hartlebury rob>ery
case. I'd been hearing about you
or years, and when that came on, I
ook a chance and drifted into court
>ne day just to see what you looked
ike. You've shaved your mustache,
ind look ten years younger, but I
mew you, all right I never forget a
ace. Say, who put you onto this game
TTT_ 1 J
? waiuron :
I nodded, taking a chance. "I'd have '
>et my life he was the guy. I might
lave known he would double-cross me
;ome way. Of course a tip's a tip in
his game, and I don't blame you for
lorning in. Naturally you never knew
his was my game?how could you?
kValdron never said a word about me,
lid he?"
"Not once." <
"That is how I had it sized up, so I "
ion't hold any grudge against you.
Sow listen." and he bent forward conidentially.
lowering his voice, so I
,'ould barely distinguish the words.
'We'll talk it all over later, when we're
done. "Tain't exactly safe 'here, for
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