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SEVENTH EPISODE
The Red-Whiskered Man.
"WTlot a queer pluee for a rich man's
relatives to live!" thought Christopher,
looking up la u puzzled way at the tall,
dilapidated house in the Jewish quar-
ter of Amsterdam, in front of which he
stopped Scarlet Runner.
Christopher, who by special arrange-
ment and extra payment had brought
the motor across from England on the
night boat to the Hook of Holland,
had spun along good clinker roads,
bowling his car and his one passenger
Into Amsterdam In time for a late
breakfast. That meal he had taken at
a hotel, while his employer (unknown
t<> him n few days before) had driven
off in a cab to the house of a relative,
who was expected to join the pnrty for
u week's run through Holland, in-
structions were that, after breakfast
and a couple of hours' rest, Chris-
topher was to call at a certain address.
Here he was, then, In front of the
house, an ancient, secretive-looking
building and a vugue suspicion of mys-
tery In his errand suddenly stole into
Christopher's mind.
The young man who had engnged
him and Scarlet Runner—the young
man with the features, bearing, and
landt—had seemed frankness itseif.
the name of a Dutchman, Van Cort-
When he had sat in front of the
house for a quarter of an hour Chris-
topher stopped the motor; and it was
Just after he had done this that the
door opened and a girl came out. He
watched the girl as she walked to the
corner, and at the end of the street
saw her hail a cab. Immediately after-
wards a man who had been staring
aimlessly at the bottles In a cheap
hairdresser's shop on the other side
of the way hurried off briskly In the
direction the girl had taken and also
found a cab.
"Doesn't look like the sort of fel-
low who could afford to drive," Chris-
topher said to himself, faintly Interest-
ed, and so forgetting his own affairs
for the Instant that It was a surprise
suddenly to see Mr. Ean Van Cort-
landt standing In the street.
"Sorry to have kept you waiting,"
said the other. "It was unavoidable.
And I'm sorry too, that all my plans
are changed. My cousin, who was to
have gone with me on this motor trip,
can't go. I've made up my mind to
go back to England today."
Christopner was surprised, but he
showed no astonishment.
"We will go back now to your hotel,
please, and pick up the suitcase which
I asked you to leave there until my
plans were settled," said Van Cort-
landt.
When Christopher came hurriedly
out of the hotel, accompanied by a por-
ter with a suitcase and a waiter with
a neat parcel, the passenger was peer-
ing Into the petrol tank.
They had an uneventful drive to the
Hook. The two spent the seven hours
of the voyage across the Channel to-
gether, never for a second out of sight
of Scarlet Itunner.
It was the gray, misty dawn of a
mid-August day when the boat slowed
Into harbor. As Christopher and his
companion were somewhat out of the
way of the passing crowd, and could
not leave the ship until everyone else
nad gone, they would In all probability
have got off as they had got on, with-
out meeting u soul, had not a young
woman, with a modest air of wishing
to escape observation flitted out of the
way of the passengers pressing up
from the cabins. She carried In her
hand a leather-cased roll of music.
"By JoveV muttered Van Cortlnndt
•under his breath; and instantly It was
clear to Christopher that he was not
alone In recognizing the pretty, girl-
ish figure.
Knee kept silence; but the other
started forward and, without joining
the girl, approached near enough to
call her In a low voice without being
heard by any of the more distant pas-
sengers. Watching intently, Chris-
topher saw her start, peer anxiously
through the blue cloud of her veil
(which she did not lift), and then flit
quickly up to Van Cortlnndt. Evident-
ly it was as great a surprise for her
to see 111 in as It was for him to find her
on board. Hut they talked together in
whispers, speaking with Intense ear-
nestness, the girl's back turned to the
groups of passengers who stood or
moved about ou deck.
Among these, however, was an elder-
ly. spectacled man, with old-fashioned
fcld< -whUkerg. Separating himself from
the line of passengers forming to leave
the ship, he strolled towards the re-
tired spot where Van Cortlnndt and
the girl in the blue veil were talking
together. Then suddenly his eyes be-
hind his spectacles lighted upon Van
Cortlandt's face and lingered for an
instant, his expression changing.
It was at this moment that Chris-
topher became aware of the man's ex-
istence. He saw him glance at Van
Cortlandt and turn away with some
slight suggestion of haste; but evi-
dently Van Cortlandt had recognized
In him another aequalntauce. The
face of his employer was turned from
Christopher, but the quick start for-
ward he made told its own tale.
"Jacobs, Is it possible?" Christopher
heard Van Cortlandt ask.
The other man hesitated as if un-
willing to answer, and Van Cortlandt
spoke again sharply. "Surely you rec-
ognize me? Surely you know who I
am V
"I—suppose so," the stranger admit-
ted at last.
"Then In Heaven's name, tell me—In
the name of all the demons—why you,
too, are on board tills boat, when you
ought—"
But Race caught no more. The
sandy-whiskered man moved closer to
Van Cortlandt, and the two fell Into
earnest conversation, to which the girl
listened without joining In.
As the last group crowded the gang-
way Van Cortlandt came to Race,
leaving the girl and the elderly man
standing together.
"I suppose you won't mind carrying
three of us Instead of one?" he said.
Christopher answered that Scarlet
Runner would not feel the difference.
Indeed, he looked forward to an
easy run.
"What kind of a person was It who
followed you, Jacobs?" Van Cortlandt
leaned forward to ask, after a long con-
versation with the girl. They were all
comfortably seated In Race's car.
Jacobs swallowed heavily, and Chris-
topher saw his hand tighten on the
back of the seat as he turned to an-
swer: "Don't you think, sir. that—I—
that—that it might be wiser not to—"
Van Cortlandt laughed. "Oh. I see,
you think I'm incautious in talking
business before outsiders? That's like
your prudence, which my uncle de-
scribed to me when he showed me your
photograph the other day, and told me
what sort of man I must expect to
find. But, as a matter of fact, we can
speak as among friends here—now
that our errand has been done and
we're close to home again. This young
lady, Miss Warren, has been on the
same mission that you and I have Ueen
on."
The man on the front seat gave a
Jump. "She, sir! And you, too, the
same errand as mine!"
"Yes," said Van Cortlandt. "You
probably guessed when you were Intro-
duced to me, over there, that you
weren't the only one sent."
"I—no reason was given me to think
that there were others," stammered
Jacobs. "I supposed that mine was—
was the only message."
" 'Message' Is ruther a good word for
a cautious man like you," laughed Van
Cortlandt. "You're quite right, there's
only one real 'message,' as you call
it; but there are three of sorts, and
each of us is carrying one. Even I
don't know which Is which. It Is a
strange thing that all three should
have been brought together In this car,
when only one should have come this
way, another by Flushing, another by
Rotterdam, as an additional precaution
in case of 'followers.' "
"It Is strange Indeed," said Jacobs,
glancing stealthily at Christopher.
"Oh, Mr. Race Isn't In this, except
that he's taking us all to London as
fast as he can get us there—three
passengers instead of the one he'd en-
gaged to transport. But he's absolute-
ly to be trusted. You must have heard
of Mr. Christopher Race. As for Miss
Warren, she's rather ti celebrity, too.
If you were an American instead of
—what do you call yourself,. Jacobs?
—you would probably know something
about Miss Constance Warren, who
writes for the papers.
Before them now rose the spires and
the clustered roofs of a village, and as
they entered It Jacobs turned again to
speak to Van Cortlandt.
"It would be a great favor," he said,
"If you would be willing tf make a
short stop here, sir, only long enough
for me to send a telegram. I don't
know If your uncle mentioned to you
that my wife is 111 and worrying about
this trip of mine?"
Van Cortlnndt consented to the
slight delay, ami Christopher stopped
the car In front of the village post
office. Jacobs scrambled lightly down,
like a younger man than he appeared
to be; and Christopher happened to
notice that his hands looked strong
and muscular. As he husrled into the
post office Van Cortlandt strolled after
him, buying a few stamps and standing
near enough to take a glance nt the
address 011 the telegram. This was not
because he distrusted Jacobs, hut be-
cause he had much at stake In this
venture, and could not afford to take
chances. The cipher message was un-
reudable, but the name of Jacobs stood
out plainly at the top, and Van Cort-
landt wns satisfied, as he had expected
to be.
The telegram was handed In quickly,
yet Its sender begged to remain long
enough to see that it was really dis-
patched without delay. Then he re-
membered that he wanted change for a
banknote, and was carefully slow
about counting his money over when
he got it, fancying 11 mistake, and
apologizing at length when he discov-
ered thut there had been none after
nil.
At last they were off again, but they
had not gone far when Jacobs cried
out that his handkerchief had just
blown away. It was one he valued;
Ills wife had embroidered his Initials
on it. Really, he thought he saw It
caught In a bush a little way behind.
By Van Cortlandt's consent, Chris-
topher reversed the car and went back
for half a mile; but the handkerchief
was not found, though Jacobs got out
and thoroughly ransacked a group of
bushes to look for It, being gone some
time. Returning, he rejoined the road
ahead of Scarlet Runner, which stood
throbbing, Impatient to be off; and
Christopher thought, as he advanced
towards the car, shaking his head and
bemoaning his loss, that he scattered
something by the way. Starting on
again, with the nervous old man hard-
ly settled In his place, there came a
sharp explosion, and Scarlet Runner
had burst a tyre.
"What was It you threw on the road
before you got in just now?" nsked
Christopher, already out, and prepar-
ing to jack up.
"Nothing," answered the man inno-
cently.
"I saw you put your hand In your
overcoat pocket and then scatter some-
thing," said Race.
"Ah, I was merely feeling to see If
I had an extra handkerchief In my
pocket," exclaimed Jacobs, "and dip-
ping my fingers into a mess of biscuit
crumbs, I got rid of them, if that's
what you mean. Here are more, left
behind." And, as If to prove his words,
lie displayed In the palm of his hand
II few broken bits of biscuit.
To doubt his explanation seemed
ridiculous, even monstrous; yet Chris-
topher had just discovered a bit of
broken bottle-glass deeply embedded in
the deflated tire. After about two
thirds of the run to London, Jacobs
complained of headache and vertigo.
It was, he supposed, In an apologetic
murmur, his Inexperience In motoring
as well as having been somewhat upset
at sea, which caused him to suffer
now; but Christopher suggested that
It was far more likely to be the weight
of his big overcoat, and advised him
to take it off.
This, oddly enough, Jacobs seemed
unwilling to do.
"Take the thing off and sit on It,'
said he, "If you've got any love-letters
In the pockets which you're afraid of
losing."
"Whatever I may have in a pocket of
that eont is safe in any position, I
assure you, sir," protested the other,
consenting at last to follow the advice
of the majority.
Still, he felt no better, and on com-
ing in sight of an old-fashioned road-
side inn not far outside the dark fringe
of London suburbs, he begged that the
car might pause at the door long
enough for him to get a glass of
brandy.
The whiskered face was gray with
dust, therefore it was impossible to
see the natural state of the sufferer'*
complexion; but he sat with eyes half
closed and head bowed forward, as if
on the verge of unconsciousness, and
Vnn Cortlandt jumped quickly out to
order the brandy. Miss Warren spran
down from the car also, coming round
to the front for an anxious look at the
sick man's face, and to ask if she could
do anything. She had her leather-
cased music-roll in her hand, and
Christopher saw the dulled eyes of
Jacobs glance at It, from under drooj
ing lids.
Then, just as Van Cortlandt would
have entered the inn, out burst thr
policemen. "We arrest you all on a
warrant, charged with theft," cal
out one, "and It will be better for you
not to resist."
But Van Cortlandt did resist, and
violently.
Instantly Jacobs had waked from his
dazed state Into vivid alertness. The
third policeman, who attempted to
catch Van Cortlandt round the waist,
was sent reeling by a backhanded blow
from a strong fist In dendly earnest;
and, seeing this violence, seeing also
the little crowd which quickly gathered
nt Van Cortlnndt's cry of "nelp!"
Jacobs slipped out of the car, lithe as
a snake.
Don't resist—safer not to resist,
sir!" he cried.
Seeing himself trapped. Van Cort-
landt cried to Race, "Ninety-nine I*ark
Lane!" and at the same instant some-
thing was tossed into the tonneau.
Quick as light, Christopher took his
cue and dashed off at speed, Jacobs
and oue of the policemen tearing after
him.
"Ninety-nine Bark Lane! Ninety-nine
Pafk Lane!"
"By Jove, it's Marltz's house!" he
exclaimed. And the mystery of his
tour and the experiences attending It
appeared suddenly to flash with rain-
bow colors, clear and bright. For
Maritz was (and is) a South African
millionaire, president of the Blue Sin-
bad Diamond Mines Limited. A rumor
had been flitting about that he had
bought from the company that great
diamond lately found in their own
fields, named the New Koh-l-Noor, and
that, with the view of currying fuvor
In high circles aud perhaps securing a
title, he Intended to present It to the
Crown.
Christopher slowed down Just
enough to make It safe to turn his
head and give a quick glance behind,
to see what thing had been thrown
Into the tonneau ut the moment of his
flight.
It was Miss Warren's music-roll, and
she must have contrived to toss it
there on learning from Van Cortlandt's
order that the car was to make a break
for freedom. In his haste to aid his
employer, or to mingle In the tussle
In some way, Jacobs had jumped out,
leaving Ills preclons overcoat; there-
fore It was not strange that he had
run screaming after Scarlet Runner.
Before Scarlet Runner had got her
speed again three uniformed figures
leaped from behind a clump of trees
to line up across the road.
One of these policemen was a well-
known "motor trapper," with whom
Christopher had come Into friendly
contact more than once.
"You've done the measured distance
at a speed of fifty and a half miles an
hour," said the Inspector of police
whom Christopher remembered, his
stop-watch In his hand. "Where's your
license?"
"Here it Is, jpnd here's my card," an-
swered Race. "Don't you know me,
inspector—In spite of the dust? And
don't'you know Scarlet Runner?"
"Why, yes, Mr. Race, I recognize you
now," said the policeman. "I'm sorry
to say, however, as you were going at
such a speed—"
"First offense, isn't It?" laughed
Christopher. "And when you've heard
a word or two, I think even you will
say I was justified In exceeding the
legal limit. Summon me if you think
right; but go back now to the next
public-house and rescue my passen-
gers, one of whom Is, I believe, a
nephew of the millionaire, Peter
Maritz. He and the lady with him
are the victims of a plot, and have
Just been arrested by three thieves dis-
guised as policemen. I was sent off
to Mr. Maritz, whom I want to see as
quickly as I can, and If you and your
comrades can get to the scene before
the thieves have hustled their victims
away—"
The Inspector waited to hear no
more.
Christopher arrived at the million-
aire's home just as the gates had been
opened, perhaps, for an electric
brougham which stood before the
door to pass out, and the servants In
livery glared daggers at the reckless
chauffeur who dashed In, risking a col-
lision. But Christopher stopped Scar-
let Runner at a safe distance, ami
called out that he wished to see Mr.
Maritz on urgent business.
At the sound of that name a gentle
man looked from the window of the
brougham, and his face had been
made familiar by the same methods
which immortalized his mansion.
"I come from Mr. Van Cortlandt,"
added Christopher, this time address-
ing himself directly to the millionaire.
"You have a message for me from
Mr. Van Cortlandt?" asked Maritz.
"Not exactly a message," answered
Christopher. "But I have news of im-
portance."
"Come indoors with me and tell it,
then," said Peter Maritz.
Christopher looked doubtful. "I'm
not sure about leaving the car," he r<
plied in a lower voice. "I mny be cur-
rying something « f—er—considerable
value."
Maritz asked no further questions,
but mounted to the seat beside Chris-
topher which Jacobs had last occupied.
Race <11(1 not begin his story at tin1
beginning, but very near the end, slurr-
ing over what had happened until he
reached the episode at the Inn. When
Maritz heard that Van Cortlandt and
Miss Warren had been seized by men
in the dress of policemen, his dark
face suddenly paled.
"But my nephew told you to drive
on, to come here?"
"Yes. And I came as fast as I could,
after sending back three genuine
policemen to the rescue."
"Then where Is that which my
nephew trusted you to bring to me?"
Tie trusted me with nothing—t
cept the sense to understand his mean* j
lng. But Miss Warren tossed her
music-roll Into the cur us I shot away
from the inn."
"That was clever of her, and showed
that she is the right kind of girl. But,
though she thought she was carrying
something of importance, as a matter
of fact she wasn't. She was a kind of
decoy duck."
"The man Jacobs, who I venture to
believe is u fraud, disguised to look
like someone else, left Ills overcoat be-
hind, very much against his will."
"No doubt it was against his will.
If he had put a little parcel he ought
to have had Into one of Its pockets.
But there's nothing in that overcoat
which can interest me. And for the
moment I'm not Interested in this
spurious Jacobs, who was probably
furlou* at being seen by Ean on the
boat. What I want Is the thing which
my nephew, whom you know us Mr.
Van Cortlandt, must have given you to
bring 'me, or he would certainly not
have sent you away from him with
your car."
"I tell you he gave me nothing," per-
sisted Christopher, beginning to resent
the piercing glance of the millionaire.
"I am as sure us I um of my own
life that my nephew would not have
voluntarily reniuined in the hunds of
thieves, sending you und your motor
on, if he had hud on his person the
thing I trusted him to bring buck to
me," suid Maritz, with grim confidence.
"He himself did not know whether he,
Miss Warren, or my old servant Jacobs
was carrying back the real thing or
an Imitation; nevertheless, as he knew
the chances were one in three that lie
had the right one, he would huve died
rather than risk breaking faith with
me."
"I can give you no explanation of
the mystery," said Christopher. "Mr.
Van Cortlandt—who, I suppose, did not
even trust me with his real name—con-
fided not at all in me, therefore I had
no responsibility except to obey In-
structions. If 1 happen to guess that
you employed three messengers, euch
one of whom was to bring back (as he
thought) something from Amsterdam,
and aM of whom met by accident In the
same boat, I have absolutely nothing
to go upon except my own suspicions."
"Now thut you are here, In my court-
yard, there Is no reason why I
shouldn't confirm your suspicions," re-
plied Maritz, In a more conciliatory
tone. "You ought to have with you
the New Koh-i-Noor, of which you
must have heard. You see I huve cause
for anxiety, und have had cause
enough ever since the truth about my
purchase of the finest diamond found
in a hundred years unfortunately
leaked out. I wus certain that a well-
known gang of diamond thieves would
be 011 the lookout for the stone ou its
way back from Amsterdam, and I did
my best to guard it. It was my
nephew's Idea to employ you and your
car. As for giving you a false name,
he did nothing of the sort. His middle
name is Van Cortlandt—his last Is the
same as mine; though he has lived
much abroad, and, luckily for my proj-
ect, is scarcely known here as yet. You
can see why he did not wish to give
his own name, Maritz, on account of
the association. The mission was not
his own, but mine, though if he suc-
ceeded he wus to be mude my private
secretary, with such u sulury us to
keep himself und u wife, If he chose to
tnke one—Miss Warren, for Instance
—In luxury. Now you understand what
hung upon success, for him, and you
must see that he would not easily fail
me. If you ure hiding anything be-
cause you think you haven't oeen
treated fairly—"
Christopher broke in with a protest,
when a loud clang at the gate-bell cut
him short.
"Keep everybody out!" cried Maritz.
"What If It is your nephew himself!"
exclaimed Christopher.
"Then let him In," amended the mas-
ter of the house; and an Instant later
the small gate at the side of the great
ones was opened to admit Van Cort-
landt-Marltz, with Miss Warren.
"Hurrah, uncle!" cried the young
man. "We hired a motor und came on
like lightning ufter the rescue. Poor
old Jucobs was drugged 011 his
wuy to get the diamond, It seems;
und who but the notorious Torn Astley
did the trick und disguised hiipself
so well I think even you would not
have detected the fraud—so well he
was exactly like Jacobs' photograph
which you showed me- and got the
parcel. But he's caught, and his three
confederates; and the diamond's in his
overcoat. This girl is the trump I told
you she would be, and her packet she
threw into the car, as Mr. Race must
have told you."
"But yours—yours, Enn; that's what
I want," almost panted the millionaire.
"I stuffed it into the petrol tank—
just room to squeeze it in," said the
young man calmly. Then, turning to
the girl, he caught her hand. "Won't
you have 'a story' to write?" he cried.
"And it will have to end with our
wedding."
"Forgive me for everything, Mr.
Race," said Peter Maritz. "You musr
come to tlwt wedding."
(END OF SEVENTH EPISODE.*
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"The Inst boll I saw, papa, wns lo
the tea kettle."—Indianapolis News.
Spartan Women Suffered Untold Torturee
but who wants to be a Spartan? Take
"Femenlna" for all female disorders.
Price 50c and $1.00.—Adv.
The man who would always tell the
truth dare not tell everything that la
told him for the truth.
Backache
In spite of the best care one takes
of oneself, any part of the human machine
is liable to become out of order. The
most important organs are the stomach,
heart and kidneys.
The kidneys are tho scavengers and they
work day and night in separating the
poisons from the blood. Their signals of
distress are easily recognized and in-
clude such symptoms as backache, de-
pressions, drowsiness, irritability, head-
aches, dizziness, rheumatic twinges,
dropsy, gout.
"The very best way to restore the
kidneys to their normal state of health,"
says Dr. Pierce, of Buffalo, N. Y., "is to
drink plenty of pure water and obtain
from your favorite pharmacy a small
amount of Anuric, whi^h is dispensed by
almost every druggist." Anuric is inex-
pensive and should be taken before meals.
You will find Anuric more potent than
lithia, dissolves urio acid as water does
sugar.
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In every disease or dis-
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In evory trouble that
comes from impure blood,
the "Discovery" Is the
only mcdiclue sold that
does what It promises.
Scrofula in all its vari-
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Burke, J. J. The Daily Transcript (Norman, Okla.), Vol. 4, No. 254, Ed. 1 Monday, May 21, 1917, newspaper, May 21, 1917; Norman, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc113471/m1/3/: accessed May 1, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.