Glass of Hot Water
Before Breakfast
a Splendid Habit
Open sluices of f*c system each
^ morning and wash away the
" poisonous, stagnant matter.
—
Those of us who are accustomed to
feel dull and heavy when we arise;
splitting headache, stuffy from a cold,
foul tongue, nasty breath, acid stom
ach, lame back, can, instead, both
look and feel as fresh as a daisy always
by washing the poisons and toxins
from the body with phosphated hot
water each morning.
We should drink, before breakfast,
a glass of real hot water with a tea
spoonful of limestone phosphate in
it to flush from the stomach, liver,
kidneys and ten yards of bowels the
previous day’s indigestible waste, sour
bile and poisonous toxins; thus cleans
ing, sweetening and purifying the en
tire alimentary canal before putting
more food into the stomach.
avuuu ui uuicobUiiQ {JliUopUdlo
and hot water on an empty stomach
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out all the sour fermentations, gases,
waste and acidity and gives one a
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cheeks. A quarter pound of lime
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CHAPTER XII.—(Continued).
"You mean Miss Vaughan?"
"Just that," and Godfrey leaned back
in his chair.
I contemplated this theory for some
moments in silence. It was, at least,
a theory and an interesting one—but it
rested on air. There was no sort of
foundation for it that 1 could see, and
at last I said so.
“I know it’s pretty thin,” Godfrey ad
mitted, “but it’s the best I’ve been able
to do—there’s so little to build a the
ory out of. But I'm going to see if I
can't prove one part of it true to
night.”
“Which part?"
“About his being a fakir. Here’s my
theory—that hocus-pocus on the roof
at midnight was for tile purpose of
impressing Vaughan. No doubt he be
lieved it a real spiritual manifestation,
whereas it was only a clever bit of
jugglery. Now that Vaughan is dead,
that particular bit of jugglery will
cease until there is some new victim to
impress. In fact, it has ceased already.
There was no star last night.”
"But you know why,” I pointed out.
“The yogi spent the night in contem
plation. We can bear witness to that."
"We can't bear witness to when he
started in,” said Godfrey, drily. “We
didn’t see him till after 12:30. How
ever, accepting his explanation, there
would be no reason for omitting the
phenomenon tonight, if it’s a genuine
one.”
“No,” I agreed.
“And, if it is omitted,” Godfrey
went on, “it will be pretty conclusive
evidence that it isn’t genuine. Al
though,” he went on hurriedly, "I don't
need any proof of that—anything else
would be unbelievable.” He glanced at
his watch. “It’s 11:50,” he said. “Come
along.”
I followed him out of the house and
through the grove with very mixed
sensations. If the star didn’t fall, it
would tend to prove that it was, as
Godfrey had said, merely a fake ar
ranged to impress a credulous old man;
but suppose it did fail! That was part
of the test concerning which Godfrey
had said nothing. Suppose it did fall!
What then?
So it was in silence that I followed
Godfrey up the ladder and took my
place on the limb. But Godfrey seemed
to have no uneasiness.
“We won’t have long to wait,” he
said. “We’ll wait till 12; 05, Just to
make sure. It must be 12 o'clock now.
I wish I could persuade that fellow to
show me how the fake was worked,
for B was certainly a good one—one of
the best . . •"
He stopped abruptly, staring out in
to the darkness. I was staring, too, for
there, against the sky, a light be
gan to glow and brighten. It hung
for a moment motionless, and then be
gan slowly to descend, steadily, de
liberately, as of set purpose. Lower
and lower it sank, in a straight line,
hovered for an instant, and burst into
1,000,000 sparks.
In the flare of light, a white-robed
figure stood, gazing upwards, it arms
strained toward the sky.
As we went silently down the ladder,
a moment later, it seemed to mo that
I could hear Godfrey’s theory crash
ing about his ears.
CHAPTER XIII.
FRANCISCO SILVA.
It was not quite 10 o'clock when
Godfrey and I turned in at the gates
of Elmhurst, next morning, and made
our way up the drive to the house, but
in the library we found a considerable
company already assembled. Gold
berger was there, with Freyltnghuisen
his physician, his clerk, his stenog
rapher, and the men who were to con
stitute the jury; Simmonds was there,
and with him was an alert little man
in glasses, who, Godfrey told me In
an aside, was Sylvester, the head of
the identification bureau, and the
greatest expert on fingerprints • In
America. The district attorney had
sent up an assistant, also with a
stenographer, and altogether the room
was decidedly crowded.
It became impossible a moment later,
when a string of automobiles puffed
up the drive and disgorded a mob of
reporters and photographers. As many
as the room would hold pushed into it,
and the others stood outside in the
drive and complained loudly. The
complaints of the photographers were
especially varied and forceful. Gold
berger looked around him in despair,
mopping his face angirly, for the
crowded room was very hot.
"You fellows will have to get out of
here," he said to the reporters. "There's
no room. I'll give you a transcript of
the proceedings after they’re over."
The protests redoubled. How were
they to get any human interest out of
a transcript? Besides, there were the
photographers. What did he expect
them to do—photograph the transcript?
And finally, the law required that the
hearing he public, so they hud a right
to be present. It was a tense mo
ment, the more so since Goldberger
was by no means insensible of the
value of newspaper popularity to a
man in public life.
"Why not go out on the lawn?” God
frey suggested. "It’s only a question of
moving some chairs and tables, and the
boys will all lend a hand."
The boys applauded, almost forgiv
ing Godfrey his scoop, protested their
entire willingness to lend two hands if
necessary, and, when Goldberger nod
ded his approval, fell to work with a
will. The lower floor of the house was
denuded, the garden seats pressed into
service, and at the end of five minutes,
the court was established amid the
circle of trees, the reporters had their
coats off and their pipes lighted, the
photographers ditto and their cameras
placed. Good humor was restored:
peace reigned, and Goldberger smiled
again, for he knew that the adjectives
with which the reporters would qualify
his name would be complimentary
ones!
He took his place, rapped for order,
and instructed his clerk to swear the
Jury. Nobody paid much attention to
tiie jury, for it was a recognized device
for paying small political debts, and its
verdict was usually in strict accord
with the wishes of the presiding offi
cer. Then Goldberger looked at the
vacant chair which I had kept beside
me.
"By the way, Mr. Lester," he said,
I don't see Mr. Swain."
"He had to go buck to the city lust
night," I explained, “to get some fresh
clothes. He had an errand or two to
do tliis morning,andmayhavebee E
do this morning, and may have been
detained. I left word at the house for ,
him to come over here at onoe."
"You seem to have a good deal of!
10
confidence In him,” Goldberger re
marked.
"1 have,” I answered quietly. “A
great deal.”
Goldberger frowned a little, but pro
ceeded to open the case without fur
ther delay. Godfrey was the first wit
ness, and told his story much as ho
had told it the night before. I fol
lowed him, but contributed no new de
tails. Both of us we're excused with
out cross examination.
To my great satisfaction Swain
arrived while I was testifying,
and I could not deny myself
a triumphant glance at Gold
berger, but he was studying some
memoranda and affected not to notice
it. As soon as I left the stand,
Swain came and sat down beside me
and gave me a letter. It was ad
dressed to Miss Vaughan.
"It's from Mrs. lloyce,” he said.
“She’s a trump. She’s determined that
Marjorie shall come to her. She says
if you don’t bring her, she’ll come
after her herself. Do you know how
she is this morning?”
“No,” I said. "1 haven’t seen Hin
man. But how are you?”
“Oh, I’m all right again—head a lit
tle sore yet where I bumped it—but
otherwise as fit as a fiddle.”
“You look it,” I said; and I was
glad, because I wanted him to make
a good impression on the stand. I
knew what weight appearances often
had, and no jury, I told myself, would
believe that the bright eyed, fresh col
ored boy could have had any hand in
a brutal murder.
Just then Hinman’s name was called
and an officer hurried away to the
house after him. They returned to
gether almost at once, and Hinman
was placed on the stand. He told of
being summoned by Godfrey, and of
the events which followed. He said
that the murder had been committed
about midnight, that death had been
due to strangulation, and Identified the
cord and the blood stained handker
chief which the coroner submitted to
him. I fancied that Swain lost a lit
tle of his color when he saw the hand
kerchief and learned where it had been
found, but he made no remark.
“Will Miss Vaughan be able to tes
tify?” Goldberger inquired, just be
fore the doctor stepped down.
“Unless it is absolutely necessary,
I think she would better be excused,”
Hinman answered. "She is still very
nervous. The ordeal might cause a
serious collapse."
“We will try to get along without
her,” assented Goldberger. “If neces
sary, I can take her deposition. Is she
in bed?”
“Yes; I am keeping her as quiet as
possible.”
■‘very well, we won’t disturb her,”
said Goldberger,.and Hinman was ex
cused, and Freylinghuisen called. He
merely testified to the cause of death
and that the autopsy had shown that
the deceased was in fair health and
without organic disease.
Then the servants were called, but
their evidence was unimportant. They
had gone to bed about 10 o’clock and
had not awakened until the coroner
himself had pounded at the door.
They had heard no unusual sound. Yes,
they had slept with their doors locked
and windows shuttered because that
was the rule of the house. Yes, even
in the hottest weather; that made no
difference, since each of their rooms
was fitted with a ventilator.
of the other inmates of the house, the
German and his wife were noncom
mittal. They had been with the fam
ily a long time; had taken care of
the place when their master was
abroad; only after his return had it
been necessary to get another servant.
He had been at home for a year, and
the Hindus had arrived about six
months later. Yes, they knew their
master was studying some strange re
ligion, but that was no affair of
theirs, and they had never seen any
thing wrong. He had always treated
them well, was a little strange and
absent minded at times, but neither of
them really saw much of him. He
never interfered in the household af
fairs, Miss Vaughan giving such in
structions as were necessary. The
man spent most of his time in the
grounds and the woman in the kitchen.
She was a little petulant over the fact
that one of the Hindus—the ‘‘ugly
one"—refused to eat her cooking, but
insisted on preparing his own food.
Also the housemaid had told her that
there was a snake, but she had never
seen it.
From the Irish housemaid a little
more information was obtained.
Neither Mr. Vaughan nor the yogi ate
any breakfast; indeed, they rarely
left their rooms before noon. The
other Hindu mixed himself up some
sort of mess over the kitchen stove.
Miss Vaughan breakfasted alone at 9
o’clock. At such times, she was ac
customed to talk over household af
fairs with the maid, and after break
fast would visit the kitchen and make
a tour of the grounds and garden. The
remainder of her day would be spent
in reading, in playing the piano, in
doing little household tasks or in walk
ing about the grounds with her father.
Yes, sometimes the yogi would Join
them, and there would be long dis
cussions. After dinner, in the library,
there would also be long discussions,
but the girl had no idea what they
were about. She heard a fragment
of them occasionally, but had never
been able to make anything of them.
In fact, from the way they dressed
and all, she had come to the con
clusion that Mr. Vaughan and tiie
yogi were both a little crazy, but quite
Inoffensive and harmless.
“And how Sbout Miss Vaughan?”
asked the coroner.
“Miss Vaughan, bless her heart,
wasn’t crazy,” said the girl quickly,
"not a bit of it. She was just sad and
lonely—as who wouldn’t be! She
never went out—in the five months
I’ve been here, she’s never been off the
place; and them front gates was never
opened to let anybody in. The only
people who came in were the grocer
and milk man and such like, through
the little door at the side.”
"You say you have been here five
months?”
"Yes, sir.”
“How did you come to apply for the
place?”
"I didn’t apply for it. I was sent
pere by an "employment bureau. Miss
Marjorie engaged me. I didn't see the
ilindus till afterwards, or I don’t think
I’d have took it. After that, I stayed
for Miss Marjorie’s sake.”
"You thought she needed you?”
"Yes, 1 did. With her father
noonin’ round in a kind of trance, and
he yogi lookin’ at tier with eyes like
lve coals, and a snake that stood on I
Its tall, and the other nnygur going
around with nothin’ on but a diaper. I
though she needed somebody to look
after her; and says I, ’Annie Orogan,
you’re the girl to do it!’”
There was a ripple of laughter and
the pencils of the reporters flew across
their paper. It was the first gleam to
enliven a prosaic and tiresome hearing.
“Were the Hindus obtrusive in any
way?” asked the coroner.
"Oh, no; they minded their business;
I’ve no complaint on that score.”
"Did you see any of their religious
practices?"
"I wouldn't call them religious—
quite the contrary. I’ve seen them
wavin' their arms and bowin’ to the
sun and settln' in the dark starin’ at
a glass globe with a light in it; that’s
about all. I got used to It. after a
while, und Just went on about my work
without taktn’ any notice.”
There was little more to be got from
her, and finally she was excused. The
reporters yawned. The Jury twitched
nervously. Worthington Vaughan
was dead; he had been strangled—so
much was clear; but not a scintilla of
evidence had as yet been Introduced as
to who had strangled him. Then a
movement of interest ran through the
crowd, for a policeman came from the
direction of the house accompanied by
two strange figures. One was the yogi,
in robes of dazzling white; the other
his attendant, wearing something
more than a diaper, indeed, but with
his thin brown legs bare.
The yogi bowed to Goldberger with
grave courtesy, and, at a word from
the attendant policeman, sat down in
the witness chair. Everybody was
leaning forward looking at him, and
the cameras were clicking in chorus,
but he seemed scarcely aware of the
circle of eager faces.
"Hold up your right hand, please,”
began Goldberger, after contemplating
him for a moment.
for what purpose?" asked the yogi.
"I’m going to swear you."
"I do not understand.”
”lm going to put you on oath to tell
nothing but the truth,” explained the
coroner.
“An oath is unnecessary," said the
yogi with a smile. “To speak the
truth is required by my religion.”
There was something impressive in
the words, and Goldberger slowly low
ered his arm.
“What is your name?” he asked.
''Francisco Silva.”
“You are not a Hindu?”
“I am of their faith.”
“But by birth?”
“I am a Portuguese."
"Born in India?”
“Born at Goa.”
The coroner paused. He had never
heard of Goa. Neither had I. Neither,
I Judged, had anyone else present. In
this, however, I was wrong. Godfrey
had heard of It, and afterwards re
ferred me to Marryat’s "Phantom
Ship” as his source of Information.
“Goa,” Silvr explained, seeing our
perplexity, "Is a colony owned by Por
tugal on the Malabar coast, some dis
tance below Bombay.”
“How does it come that you speak
English so well?”
"I was educated at Bombay, and aft
erwards at Oxford and at Paris.”
“But you are by religion a Hindu?”
“I am a Saiva—a follower of Siva,
the lord of life and death.”
As he spoke, he touched his forehead
with the fingers of his left hand.
There was a moment’s silence. Gold
berger's moustache, I noted with a
smile, was beginning to suffer again.
"You are what is called an adept?”
he asked, at last.
“Some may call me that.” said Silva,
“but incorrectly. Among my fellow
Saivas, I am known as a white priest,
a yogi, a teacher of the law."
"Mr. Vaughan was your pupil?”
“Yes; for six months he was my
PuniJ."
"In what way did you come to ac
cept this position?”
“Two years ago, Mr. Vaughan vis
ited the monastery of our order in
Crete. He was at that time merely a
student of orientalism, and came to
us from curiosity, teut his interest
grew; and after a year spent in study
ing the holy books, he asked that a
teacher be sent to him. There was
none at that time who could be spared;
but six months ago. having completed
a task which had occupied me in
Paris, I was assigned to this.”
"Do you always go to so much
trouble to seciye converts?" questioned
Goltyjerg, a little cynically.
"Usually we require that the period
of study be passed at one of our mon
asteries. But this case was excep
tional.”
“In what way?”
“It was our hope.” explained the
yogi, calmly, “that Mr. Vaughan would
assist us in spreading the great truth
by endowing a monastery for us in this
country.”
"Ah!" and Goldberger looked at him.
“Did he agree to do so?”
“He did,” answered the yogi, still
more calmly. “This estate was to
have been given to us for thatMpur
pose, together with an endowment suf
ficient to maintain it. Mr. Vaughan
himself hoped to gain the white robe
and become a teacher.”
“What was to become of his daugh
ter?”
“It was his hope that she would be
come a priestees of our order.”
(Continued next week.)
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