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The Sable Lorcha ?iorace Haxeltine 1 CHAPTER XXIII. A Tattoo Mark. Though I spoke in my ordinary tonn, ths visiting Celestials gar* no sign that they board ma I had expected protestation. I should not bare been surprised had I been forced to restrain them to make them prisoners, in fact, until the srrtraJ of the polten. But norther of them either moved or spoke, until the silence, la my nervously as cited condition, becoming unbearable to me, I demanded: "By what right, Mr. Tup. do you mahn the aaeartion that my friend and jour enemy are one?" With a supercilious arrogance of meaner that maddened mo to the limit of aslf-control, fas mads reply. 1 was coming to that, Mr Clyde, when you so unfortunately lost your temper. In stating the purpose of our visit I think I Informed you that It was two-fold. In the first place, ws came to give what you bed aaked for?Infor? mation. In the second place, we came to raupest something from you?as? sistance. The motive of the threaten-. lag Isttsrs which Mr. Cameron re- [ eeteed. I think I hare mads clear. For sixteen years my people, the kinsfolk of the victims of the Sable Lorcha, hare searched the world for the fiend who brought upon them a sorrow be? yond any that you of the Occident can understand. To us of the Celestial Empire the tombs of our fathers are vary desr. McNlsh robbed these men not only of life but of decent burial" "That la all very well," I exclaimed, impatiently, "but can't you see that a terrible mistake baa been made? Why under heaven you should fancy that In Mr. Cameron, a gentleman to hla fin* ger-tlps, you have found this outlaw McNlsh hi Incomprehensible." 1 * Once more Yup Sing smiled his icy smile and the Vies Consul made aa if to epssk, but thinking better of It, ap? perently, maintained hla stolid silence. "Ton wars coming to that," I urged. "The man to whom McNlsh boasted si hla deed wss the man who Identified aim. They had been partners in the Far Bast In the trade of smuggling coolies. Ths one, I hare no doubt, Saas no better than the other; yet we believe thst our Informant waa neither directly nor Indirectly concerned In ths particular piece of brutality of which I have told you. Eventually, he and McNlsh quarrelled and parted. For some years he lost all trace of him; sod then by accident, one day be came upon him, here In America, living In a palace on I^ong Island Sound and mas? querading under a new name." "A resemblance!" I cried. In a pas? sion of IndlgnaMon. "A mere resem? blance! And sj that you and your people conspire to torment and ab? duct a purely Innocent man. Was ever an outrage heard Sfl Every one , of you shall pay dear for this error." 1 I might have been tho fire wood aputtering on the hearth for all the ef? fect my vehemence bad upon that precious pair of Mongolians, t "We understand," the spokesman re- , suraed, "that your friend managed in some wsy to escape from his captors, and is now In this house." "Yes." I resumed, hotly. "He's here, more dead than alive unfortunately; bat he Is coming around slowly and wit! bs quite able to testify when the time comes." "M?. Chen Mok," he proceeded, calmly, "has communicated with tho Stats Department at Washington, and ths United Statea authorities are now only waiting our word to put your good, gentlemanly friend under arrest, Mr. Clyde, for the crime he commlf ted on the high seas, sixteen years ago." For a mon^?i, I stared at them In silent amaaemenL "You're both mad." I exploded at length, "both craty. Do you think for one moment 1 believe such rot as that? Even if what you say were pos? sible?and It Isn't?you would have to Identify the accused by something bet? ter than the mere word of a man who hadn't seen him for years. Of what use would such an Identification be against ths testimony of Mr. Cam eron's life-long friends?" "Since you doubt our ability to Identify," was Mr Yup s prompt re? joinder. "1 may add that there are two marts of Identification, which must, I think, convince even yourself" I laughed grimly. So that waa their game! For nearly a month Cameron had been their prisoner. In that time they had examined. Inspected. Inven? toried him. Hla sears, moles, birth marks had been Hated, and were now to be used to Identify him with a rene? gade murderer of Chinese coolies. I told my slant-eyed vlaltors that their trick wsa transparent. Hut they only looked at me with an expression which seemed half pity und half con? tempt. "Did you ever observe a tattoo mark on your friend's left fore.irui?" u. k? d Mr Chen Mok "Never." I answered. ?He hss one there." "I am willing to wager something valuable he hasn't a tattoo mark any? where on his person," I retorted, "and I'll prove it in five minutes." "We shall be glad to have the proof." said Yup Sing. Once more I pressed the button at the side of the chimney-piece, and once again Checkabeedy appeared in the doorway. "You telephoned f* I asked. -Yes, sir." "Very good, now send Mr. Bryan to ma here, at once." Then turning to Cameron's accusers, I explained: "Mr. Bryan, for whom I have Just sent, is : nursing my friend. He would natural- | ly know if what you say is true." To my surprise they made no demur. Yup Sing, however, asked that he j might be permitted to put to the nurse the necessary queations, and as I was perfectly confident that no ino .minut? ing answers could be given, no matter i what the form of catechism, I willing? ly acceded. Had I not played tennis and golf with Cameron scores of times on hot summer days when, with shirt sleeves rolled sbova bis elbows, bis forearms were bared to view? Could there by any possibility have been a tattoo mark there, and I not have seen it? Mr. Bryan came quickly, a little pux il hi, seemingly, at being called to soch an audience. Purposely I kept silence, merely waving an introductory band toward the two Chinamen. i Yup Sing tactfully explained the sit-: nation. "A question baa arisen, Mr. Bryan," ha said, with more of suavity in bis 1 tone than I bad hitherto observed, "whether by any chance your patient has a mark of any character whatever tattooed upon bis left forearm. If you have observed such, we shall be glad if you will kindly describe It." The nurse flung a questioning glance ' at me, and I nodded reassuringly. I did not wonder that be was surprised at the question. "Is there, or fs there not, such a j mark?" the Oriental urged. "There Is; yes, sir." I think. Involuntarily, I started for-' ward. I know that for just a breath I thought my ears had played me a trick. Then, suddenly, there swept back across my memory that expres? sion of Checkabeedy's: "Who between you and me, sir, I don't trust, nohow." Could It be possible that Bryan was in the conspiracy? But only for the briefest moment did this doubt sway amid the welter of my thoughts. Into its place rolled an amaxement that shocked and stunned; that checked me all standing, as it were; for Bryan was amplifying, was telling about the mark, which be bad first noticed be said, on the night of bis arrival, and Which he had examined more closely on several occasions since. "It's evidently a representation of some sort of sailing vessel," he ex? plained, "with a curved hull snd a single broad sail. And below It are three letters: D. M. N." Blindly I clutched the back of g chair with both bands, for a sense of unreality oppressed me, and the room Itself became waveringly unsubstan? tial. It was not true, of course, this that Bryan was saying. Nothing was true. Nothing was real. It was all a night? mare; and the two gloating yellow masks were horrible dream faces. "And you have probably noticed a , scar?a long livid scar?" It was Yup Sing's voice I heard. He wss still questioning the nurse. And now Bryan would make another pre? posterous answer, Just as persons al? ways do in dreams. I knew he would So when he said: "Yes, sir, just bc '-.oulrler blade and tha 4. _ It looks as though 1t War* the mark of a deep and vicious: kulfa slash," I ^as not In the least luT? , prised. Checkabeedy brought me baclt to a realization of time and place. He spoke my name in a half-whisper and I awoke again to realities wi'.h a start. "The officers are here, sir," he In? formed me, matter-of-fact ly. "The officers?" I repeated, and then, memory reasserting itself, I added: "Oh, yes, of course. Ask them to wait Just a moment, Checkabeedy." Into the mental marshalling of facts which ensued there came a vivid mc.r ory of that weird scene in the sick chamber when Cameron had raved in a strange tongue, mingled with words of pidgin-Knglish and a few phrases? incriminating phrases, in the light of tonight's revelation?of vigorous ver? nacular. If what Bryan had sau: was true?and for him to lie about a mat? ter as readily demonstrable was hard? ly to be considered?1 must conclude myself gaging at all points. From first to last, then, I had been defending a creature unworthy of defense. It was difficult to accept this con? clusion. Mind and heart alike were arrayed against it. Yet, think' tf clearly now, I rncogntSSd fully the po? sition la Whlcn 1 bad placed myself. I had been willing to swear, to wager, then* was no tattoo mark, and the best evld? nc? my own witness?had proved n.?> wrong. Certainly I could expert no mild Judgment from the; o Asiatics. Honest ai I had bean, th< y must aaMava that I had known, and bad Meant to deceive them. They probably thought that I had signalled to Bryan to eadorse Die In rny lb-s, and that th*j nurM' had either misuuder slood or openly rebelled. BafOtt Clwckut* ? dy had reached the door. I recalled him. "On second thought," I said, "the of? ficers m? d not wait Tall them that it was i sslstahc l ?hall not require them." Turning to *up Sing and his com? panlon, 1 added: "What Mr. Br>an has told you is the greatest surprise to me. BvWfl yet I cm ?carceli golsm it, unless tho mark and the scar were obtained while my friend was a prisoner In tue hands j of your countrymen." "Tattoo marks and scars show age no less than faces," the merchant re? plied. "Both of these are years old. i Any capablo Judge of s*ich things will tell you that. Possibly Mr. Bryan can tell." "The scar Is not a fresh one," said the nurse. "As to tattoo marks, I am not experienced; but I shouldn't think the mark on Mr. Cameron's arm was put there recently." "Gentlemen," I said, making a final stand, "while I do not question Mr. ' Bryan's entire honesty in this matter, nevertheless I prefer to see these marks of Identification, myself. If you will excuse us for five minutes, I shall not be longer." At the foot of the grand staircase, Evelyn joined me. Rryan, at my sug- j gestion, went to the elevator and aa- j oended that way, while she and I slow ly climbed the broad, velvet-carpeted j marble steps to the floor above. "I thought you were never coming out of that room," she declared, nerv- | ouBly. "Once, I was on the verge of going after you. The first time you rang for Checkabeedy, I mean. . . . | What did you have him telephone for? He absolutely refused to tell me. Was It the two policemen? . . . What did you want them for? . . . . Why did yon let them go away again? . . . Aren't those Chinamen ever going? , . . What on earth did you want with Mr. Bryan? . . . What are you going upstairs for, now?" How tactfully I answered these ques? tions and others I shall not attempt to decide. X know only that I set my teeth to guard the one problem which absorbed me, and which for worlds I would not have her know. "It is all right, Evelyn," I assured her, over and over again. "There is not the smallest danger. . . . They came to give me information. . . , | You must be very tired, little girl. ? . . Go to bed, now, and forget it : all until morning. . . . Yes, I'll tell you everything, then." I wonder how many women there are who, burning with curiosity as she was, would have obliged me as she did! Is it pardonable, then, if again I say that throughout all this trying ex? perience she proved herself a girl of a thousand? Bryan was waiting for me in the passage outside Cameron's door. "I left him sleeping," he explained, "and, if possible, I don't wish to dls- ' turb him; so we'll go in quietly to- ! gcther." Slowly and with infinite care lest he make the least noise he turned the knob. Quite as cautiously he opened the door, and tiptoeing softly, we en? tered. It was the first time I had been In the room since the day of that terrible outburst, and It still held for me an at? mosphere as grewsomely forbidding as that of a tomb. Only one lowered light burned, over . a tall, antique bureau between the darkly curtained windows; the chain- j ber was In semi-gloom. But scarcely had I passed Bryan, who stopped to close the door with the same adroit silence with which he had accom? plished Its opening, than a stealthily moving white figure defined itself. Is- i suing, apparently from a massive carved wardrobe, which stood against the wall opposite the huge, testered bed. The spectacle was at least arresting. I know I halted abruptly as if stricken all at once with total paralysis. For a heart-beat or two I think I stopped breathing. But my eyes meanwhile were strained fixedly upon the appari? tion, and seeing it pass with almost in? credible swiftness beneath the one ' r... v"ve the bureau, I rv.jj, ! alzid fr.r&aron, ? At the us pic moment the room was j flooded With a BUddth glare. Bryan too, | had seen, and had twitched on the electrics. Simultaneously he flashed past me und was at his patient's side. "What does this mean?" I heard him say. What did you want? Can't I trust you alone for ten minutes? I told you, Cameron, that you must, not leave your bed unless I am with you." I saw Cameron cower under the tip braiatng. In his eyes I read terror, and all my sympathy was aroused nn this instant. Bryan might be carryir. . out Dr. Maaiey'l orders, but be ap? peared to me unnecessarily harsh. "What were you doing?" he insist? ed; and then I saw him roughly grasp his patient's arm, and held it up, re? vesting a tightly clenched l and. "Mr. Bryan!" I cried in remon? strance. "Gently, gently. Remember?" ; But the nurse paid small heed to me. He w as busy opening the doubled fist. I stood now where I could look Cam? eron squarely in the face, but my gaze was elsewhere. It was his left hand over which Bryan was engaged, and from his wrist to his elbow the sleeve of his white night robe had been pushed back, exposing a sinewy fore? arm, marked precisely as Bryan had described it. Bcrutlnialngly I bent forward. The tattooing was Indisputable, and, as the nurse- had said, it bore no evidence of being recent work. Up to that moment I had hoped against hope that in some way or oth? er a misconception had occurred. I had hoped, 1 suppose, for the perform? ance of some miracle which would ex? onerate this num. And now that hope w,is obliterated by those blue-pricked letters I). M. N. beneath an almost ox act facsimile of the black smudge Which had taken th*' place of signature on each of the three threatening let ten the black smudge, of which Cam ? ion, wearing It then indelibly upon tho cuticle, had dared to feign utter ignorance. And yet, I naked myself once more, how waa it that l had never noticed it bef ?? Aguln and again 1 had seen that forearm hired. Surely I would have, observed so odd a mark; certain? ly I would huve been perplexed by those three unfitting Initials. "There, now!" Bryan was saying. "Back to bed w ith you, Cameron. What did you want this letter for, anyway? If It was necessary for you to have it, couldn't I have got it for you?" "Give it hack to mo!" Cameron was pleading, piteously. "Give it back to me! It is a private matter. Give it back to me, or destroy it before my eyes. Burn it, here, before me." "Let me have it, Mr. Bryan," I asked, and turning to the unhappy gen? tleman I said: "You'll trust me, won't you, Cameron? I'll destroy it, unread, if you wish it." "No, no no," he objected, earnestly. "Give it back to me." But even as he demanded it, Bryan put it in my hands; and spreading it out?for it had been crumpled to a pel? let in the invalid's clutch?I was about to humor him, when the superscription caught my eye and held it. The envelope bore the name and ad? dress: "Donald McNish, Taylor's Ho? tel, New York City, U. S. A." CHAPTER XXIV. Another Problem Crops Up. There are, I dare say, those who will not hesitate to charge me with an un? pardonable lack of perception. "Even from your own telling," they will prob? ably declare, "we realized from the first that the creature you discovered at two in the morning, supporting him Belf by means of a Fifth avenue area railing, was not Robert Cameron, but bis physical counterpart, and a not very deceptive counterpart at that." I shall not dispute the Justice of the criticism. As I look back at it all now, I sometimes wonder, myself, how I could have been so blind, so credulous. And yet there is something to be said on the other side, too. An able advo? cate, I believe, might make out a fair? ly strong case for me if I were dis? posed to defend myself; which, as it happens, I am not, since the verdict can make no possible difference either to you or to me, and would only delay the culmination of our narrative. Nevertheless I must tell that for some minutes after reading the letter which had so opportunely fallen into my hands I stood at the foot of the bed, and in the glare of the blazing electrics, studied with keenest scru? tiny the face which had so deceived me. In general contour and individual feature the likeness to Cameron was monstrous in its fidelity. The same rugged power, inherited from Scottish forbears, was traceable in every linea? ment. But there the similarity ended. The face I gazed upon lacked illumina? tion. Character, so strongly indicated in the other, was from this totally ab? sent. In its place was an admixture of craft and brutality, so palpable, now ?so clearly, unmistakably evident? that I marvelled at my former delu? sion. It was the newspaper puzzle picture over again. Having at length discov? ered the hidden rabbit I could see nothing else whatever. It dominated the drawing. It fairly sprang at me from out the printed page. There was still another feature of the revelation, however, which held a contrasting pathos. The letter which carried conviction beyond all possible dispute was from Donald McNish's aged mother. And while it tempered In a measure the harshness of my judgment against the son, it was of tragic import, in that it was one po? tent piece of evidence in his undoing, severing the last link in the chain which connected his identity with that of the shamefully maligned Cameron. Evelyn wept over this letter, and 1 am not sure but that my own sight grew hazy, too, as I read the fond, j quaintly couched Vases of endear? ment, penned half a year back in Dun? dee, by tin? God-fea'ing old Scotch? woman, to that infamous, blood-stained reprobate, who, to her, was still her "aiu bonnie bairn." It all cr.me out, eventually, that Mc? Nish had traveled the world over in the sixteen years Intervening since the coolie massacre, employing a score or more of aliases and so studiously avoiding the name by which he had then been known, as to have almost forgotten it, probably, himself, until yielding to the call of home, he had at some early period of the last twelve? month returned for a brief visit to his native town and bis septuagenarian mother. It was then, most likely, that he gave to her the address of the New I York hotel. Fate influenced the moth? er to write, and I ate sent the son there six months later to get the let? ter, and so carry upon his person the confirmatory evidence of his identity, Just at the time when it "would prove fatal. "How did it happen" I have been asked, "that you didn't examine imme? diately the clothes that the supposed Cameron wore, when you found him?" In view of subsequent events it is very easy to see what an important bearing such an examination would have had. But at the time, there was no one who thought of it. Our chief purpose then was PO get the injured man to b< d, and to secure a physician and nurse to minister to his recovery. If ho had been found (bad, then, of course, w? should have gleaned what information we could from his pockets. But we daily expected him to be able to tell his own story, and in the anx? iety and confusion cr rv.r moment the possible pregnancy of the disclosures that lurked in his apparel was entire? ly lost sight of. When we did make the examination, on the morning following the episode of the letter, it was to discover that the suit and overcoat worn by McNish were of Scotch manufacture, having been made in Dundee, according to 8?\vn-ln labels, early In the current year. The contents of the pockets were not significant. The letter he had been so anxious to secure and destroy was the only letter, apparently, he had carried. There was a cheque-book on a Chicago bank, and there was a wal? let containing a small sum of money in bills, and a few business cards of importing houses, which we took to Indicate that the possessor was still desultorily engaged in trade, or some species of smuggling, with the Malay i states and the Straits settlements as his field, since most of the cards made reference to goods of such origin. That morning, which succeeded the night of exciting events already de tailed, was crowded with another suc? cession of happenings scarcely less sensational. At seven o'clock, O'Hara, in obedi? ence to my instructions came to my room In the Loyalton, rousing me out of a heavy sleep; for I had not got to bed until four, and then had lain awake with teeming brain until after five. I received him In bath robe and moles, sitting on the bedside, and sip? ping coffee, while he, perched on a low, brass-bound clothes chest, poured forth his story. "Sleep!" he echoed, when I had made my apologies. "I haven't had a wink, myself. I've been with the boys all night doing as pretty a round-up as you ever see. We've got the bunch right this time, Mr. Clyde, and there'll be a clearin' out down there in China? town such as hasn't been known since the Chinks discovered Doyers street" "Yes," I saidL encouragingly. (TO BE CONTINUED) MAY WANT LOCAL FARMS. Will Heal Estate Men Refund Buyers Expense of Trips Prom Columbia? 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Mr. Schwartz stated Friday morn? ing, when asked about the matter, that the negro had made an uncom? plimentary remark concerning him, and when asked about it repeated to him. He had then beaten the negro with his fists, until they were separat? ed and the negro went on off. This took place on Wednesday afternoon. On Thursday afternoon he stopped the negro, who was passing through the warehouse and asked him what he meant by what he said the day be? fore, meaning for him to take back his remarks. Taylor apologized and he started off, when the negro again made some uncomplimentary remarks. He struck him with his fist, when Taylor drew his knife. They were then sep? arated and the negro pulled his pis? tol and fired at him twice. He had then made an attempt to get away when the third shot was fired. He then "beat it" into the office. Taylor, when asked for a statement Friday morning, said that he had nothing further to say than that the difficulty had started through play wih Mr. Schwartz. He had intended no offense and had cherished no hard feelings, until Mr. Schwartz had tried to take advanage of him and carry the play too far. He stated that he had decided to go to Columbia to his brother's when he was arrested on the train Thurusday night. Joe Johnson, the innocent bystand? er who got the worst of the encount? er, was treated at once by Dr. China. The wound proved to be only a slight one in the shoulder, the ball "having glanced the collar bone and not gone in deep. He was reported to be get? ting on very well Friday. There were quite a number of people standing around at the time of the shooting, and in a short time all of the force at the depot had gathered in the w arehouse. 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