HORACE HA'ZELTINE SYNOPSIS. Robert Cameron, capitalist, consults T’hiilip Clyde, newspaper publisher, re garding anonymous threatening letters he lias received. The hrst promises a sample of the writer’s power on a certain day. On that day the head is mysteriously cut from a portrait of Cameron while the lat ter Is in the room. Clyde has a theory that the portrait was mutilated while the room was unoccupied and the head later removed by means of a string, unnoticed I'v earner*>n. Evelyn Grayson. Cameron's niece, with whom Clyde is in love, finds the head of Cameron’s portrait nailed to * tr**e, where tt was had been used as a target. Clyde pledges Evelyn to secrecy. Clyde learns that a Chinese boy employed t>v Phlletus Murphy, an artist living nearby, had borrowed a rifle from Cam eron's lodtrekeper Clyde makes an ex cuse to call on Murphy and is repulsed He pretends to be investigating alleged Infractions of the game laws and speaks ef finding the bovVl of an opium p pe un der the tree where Cameron’s por’rait was found. The Chinese boy is found dead next morning. While visiting Cam eron in his dressing room a Nell GWynne mirror is mysteriously shattered. Cameron becomes seriously ill as a result of the • hock. The third letter appears mysteri ously on Cameron’s sick bed. It makes direct threats against the life of Cameron. Clyde tells Cameron the envelope was empty. He tel’s Evelyn everything awd plans to take Cameron on a yacht tr’p The yacht picks up a fisherman found drifting helplessly in a boat. He gives the name of Johnson. Cameron disap pears from yacht while Clyde’s back is turned. A fruitless search is made for a motor boat seen by the captain Just be fore Cameron disappeared. Johnson is al lowed to go after being closely questioned. Evelyn takes the letters to an expert in Chinese literature, who pronounces them tit Chinese origin. CHAPTER X.—Continued. Very briefly she explained that she had seen the professor that morning, and had laid before him the original let’er and my copies of the others, and that he had kindly promised to make a careful rtudy of them and ac quaint her with the result later in the day. She thought It. better, however, that 1 should call upon him for his : conclusions, she said, as they would j probably be verbal, and she doubted her own ability to convey them to me with entire accuracy. Of course she j had told him nothing as to the circum stances surrounding the letters. As they bore no dates, and were unad dressed, she had him to infer that they were autographic curiosities be longing to her uncle, in which we were all three interested. I had met Professor Griffin cn sev eral occasions Once or twice he had contributed articles to The Week, and while we were scarcely intimate, we were on terms of friendly acquaint anceship. He was an oldish, white haired gentleman, of rather the ascet ic type, with long, somewhat peaked face, and light, watery blue eyes, which seemed to bulge behind the strong lenses of his gold-bowed spec tacles. He received me in his study, a spa- ! cious, book-lined room on the second , floor of his old Colonial stone house. 1 “I have been deeply interested, Mr. Clyde, he began, in the autographs and copies which Miss Grayson brought to me. They are unique speci mens of English composition, in that the Oriental influence is so clearly demonstrated throughout. Do you, by any chance, know where Mr. Cam eron obtained them?" I was hardly prepared for this ques tion, but 1 answered as promptly as possible that they had recently come into my friend's possession, 1 be lieved, but from Just what source 1 had not learned. The three sheets lay before him on the writing-shelf of his old-fashioned mahogany secretary; and now he took up one of the copies, holding it at tome distance from his eyes, as though liis glasses, thick as they were, were not as powerful as his sight re quired. "The three writings,” he went on. In the tone of a class-room lecturer, "evidently form a series, of which, 1 take it, this is the first." i “The one which says, ‘Take warning cf what shall happen on the seventh day’?” I queried. “Yes. That is the first. The other of the copies, in which occurs the phrase 'once more,' is, of course, the second. And the original autograph la the last.” "Exactly,” I agreed. It seemed to me that all thl3 was very obvious, but In courtesy 1 could not say so. "AH three,” be continued sagely, "begin, as you must have observed, with the same sentence, ‘That which you have wrought shall in turn he wrought upon you.’ That is a quota tion." "A quotation!” I exclaimed, in sur prise. A quoiauou uuiu Mt-unua, me great expositor of Confucius, who lived B C. 372 to 289. In the origi nal, a word meaning ‘Beware’ pre cedes the warning, and a more literal translation of the passage would be: ‘Howard What proceeds from you will return to you again.’" It seemed to roe this was taking a gTeat deal for granted. I feared that the professor, like many savants who specialize, was straining the fact to fit his theory, but he very promptly disabused n5e. “The supposition that the words are a paraphrase of Mencius,” he ex plained, “would not be tenable, per haps—the idea Is not anomalous— were it not that we find running through the series, other quotations that are unquestionably of Chinese or igin. The first letter, for example, concludes with: ‘The ways of our God • re many. On the righteous he show ers blessings; on the evil he pours forth misery.' This is from the Book of History, or Shu King,’ in which are the documents edited by Confucius hlmselr. It usually has been rendered In this way: ‘The ways of God are not invariable. On the good doer he sends down all blessings, and on the evil doer he sends down all miser ies.’ That is the more exact render ing. And again, in tke second letter we find—" He paused a moment, tak ing up the second sheet, and focusing his dim eyes upon the lines. “We find," he went, on, “ ‘Fine words and a smiling countenance make not vir tue,' which is from the Lunhu, or 'Analects’ of Confucius, in which the views and maxims of the sage are retailed by his disciples. ‘Smiling countenance' is hardly the best trans lation. 'Insinuating appearance' Is more nearly the English equivalent, and I should prefer ‘are rarely con nected, or associated, with virtue’ to make not virtue.’" “Those, of course, are unmistakably translations," 1 agreed. “And so are the concluding sen tences of the third, the autograph, letter,” he assured fne. “ ‘Say not Heaven is high above! Heaven ascends and descends about our deeds, daily inspecting us, wheresoever we are.’ I find it in one o* the sacrificial odes of Kau, and it is the best ren dered of all the excerpts.” "So your conclusion as to the au thorship is—?” I queried. “Chinese, undoubtedly,” he an swered. “These were written, 1 should say, by a Chinaman, educated, prob ably, in this country. His English is the English of the educated Oriental, but the quotations from Confucius and his commentators are characteristic. With the average Chinaman, to know Confucius is to know all; what he said is all-sufficient; what he did not say is not worth saying. Another identifying feature is the effort to make afraid. Their religion is fear.” Having concluded his exposition, Professor Griffin was disposed to en ter upon a more or less lengthy dis- j course on Chinese character and lit erature in general. How ever illumi- I native this might have been under ordinary conditions, I was assuredly j in no mood to listen to it at this time, j The information he had given me, j while it merely verified suspicions which 1 had held from the first, set ! me to speculating on the individual ' source of the letters; and with so modern an instance at hand I was nat- t urally disinclined to consider the au- ; thorship of writings dating back often a thousand years and more beyond the Christian era. With what grace I could, therefore, I discouraged a continuance of the theme, and having thanked him most heartily, pocketed the notes with which he was good enough to furnish me, and prepared to depart. But as l stood at his study door, his lean, scholarly hand resting in mine, he de tained me for a final word. “The symbol!” he exclaimed, his pale eyes lighting at the recollection. “We forget the symbol!” “Oh, yes,” I returned, my Interest revived, “that silhouette at the bot tom.” “It is unmistakably Chinese," he said. “I am not very familiar with the symbolism of the East, not as fa miliar as I should be, possibly; but Chinese writing, you know, in its or igin, is picture writing with the addi tion of a limited number of symbolical and conventional designs. This figure, I should say, represents a lorcha, or small Chinese coasting junk, and you can rest assured mat tne threats con tained in the letters were with a view to reparation for some crime or injury connected in some way with such a vessel. That is as near as I can in terpret it. But if you would like to know more—if you would like to get something more nearly definite—I can fefer you to one who can, I think, give you the information.” “By all means," I implored, “I shall appreciate it greatly.” "An authority on this subject is liv ing not very far from here. He spent many years in China, is something of an artist himself, and made, I under stand, a study of Oriental symbolism. He lives at Cos Cob, and his name is—” “Murphy!” I interrupted, as a flood of illumination stvept over me. “Philetus Murphy. Yes. Do you know him?” “I have met him.” I returned short ly. And thanking the professor once more, I hurried away, with a course of action already shaping in my mind. CHAPTER XI. The Chinese Merchant It was while Professor Griffin was talking of Chinese characteristics that the thought of little Mow Chee first occurred to me. The professor said something about the average China man's disinclination to speak of death, directly, and how he invariably em ployed some euphemism. The phrase "pass from sight of men into torment” the professor pointed out as an illus tration. And then 1 remembered little Mow Chee, who was in my class at Yale, and how, once, in speaking of the demise of a fellow classman, he had used the odd expression, "he has saluted old age.” which I afterwards learned was quite a common form in China. It was now a year or more since I had seen Mow Chee, but I recalled that at our last meeting I had made a note of his address; and so on reach ing my desk the next morning I looked it up. Curiously enough a pri vate detective agency which I had arranged to consult chanced to have its office in the same building on low er Broadway as the Pacific Transport company, by which Mow Chee was employed; and thus the plan which had been shaping mentally the previ ous afternoon, as I hurried away from Professor Griffin’s, was readily set in motion before noon of the day fol lowing. In the evening 1 had discussed It with Evelyn; and though the detec tive feature did not at first meet with her approval, she eventually conceded that it was a necessary part of the project. It was agreed, however, that the real purpose for which that aid was invoked should not be divulged. I’hiletus Murphy was to be shadowed and daily reports were to be made to me. That he had been under suspi cion of brutally murdering his Chi nese servant was sufficient reason for the proceeding, and to the detective agency I gave no hint of any further consideration. As for my Celestial classmate. I was not by any means sure that I should find him at the Pacific Transport of fices. 1 knew that for some time Chi na had been calling upon her sons of western education to return to their mother country for service, and I feared that little Mow Chee might al ready he customs taokai of Shantung, or some other imperial province. Hut my misgivings were very promptly al layed; for no sooner had 1 stepped within the outer office than he saw me. and came hastily forward, with a smile of greeting cn his square, flat tened, yellow face. His desk was just back of the long counter which ran the length of the room, and a glance its piled con tents showed me that he was very busy. Moreover, there was no oppor tunity here for the privacy which I desired; so after an exchange of greet ings. and a few conventional inquiries, I invited Mow to lunch with me at the Savartn, at whatever hour would best suit his convenience. Somewhat to my dismay, he fixed upon one o’clock. As it still wanted ten minutes of noon I now had over an hour of leisure, which, as may be imagined, promised to hang rather heavy, the more so, as I vvas impa tient to make some real progress in my quest. Wall street being at hand, I conclud ed to call on a friend there who usu ally handles my investments, and make a convenience of his office. On the way, 1 bought an afternoon paper, and as m.v broker happened to be at the Stock Exchange, I had ample op portunity to read it from first column to last. It proved about as thrillingly interesting as the early afternoon re prints of what one has already read at breakfast usually are, and 1 was about to drop it to the floor, when my eye caught a group of headlines on the last page, which, up to that moment, had escaped me, but which now suddenly riveted my attention; CELESTIAL CLAIMS MYSTERIOUS BOX ON FALL RIVER PIER. Anything concerning Celestials. I suppose, would have attracted me, just then, but the burden of this was so peculiarly pertinent, that it seemed as if it must have intimate connection with the tangle I had undertaken to unravel. With the paper gripped tightly In both hands, and ray head bent intently forward, 1 raced through the frivo lously-written article which followed; and from a superabundance of cheap wit and Fast side slang managed to extract the somewhat meager facts. A truck, driven by a Chinaman, it seemed, had that morning taken from the pier of the Fall River Line a square box, measuring about five feet each way, and perforated with a num ber of auger holes. The brilliant space-writer had given his imagina tion free rein as to the contents, spec ulating as to the possibilities, from ed ible Chinese dogs to smuggled opium, but he had omitted to furnish the name and address of either the con signor or consignee. “The truck, drawn by the slant-eyed white horse, and driven by the phlegmatic Chink, clattered away in the direction of Mott street,” the account concluded. After all, it was a very common place, everyday occurrence. Probably the auger holes were only knot holes, transformed by the reporter’s imagi nation. Nevertheless, 1 thrust the pa per into my pocket. Mow Chee might throw some light on the matter. He would know, in all likelihood, what sort of goods were shipped by way of the Fall River Line to his countrymen in New York. We secured a corner table in the inner room at the Savarin. It was not so crowded there and it was less hustling and noisy. 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