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8 THE BEE: OMAHA. MONDAY, NOVEMBER 27, 1916. Vitagraph Company From the Popular Novel of the same name by C. N. and A. M. Williamson Star of This Episode MR. EARLE WILLIAMS as CHRISTOPHER RACE MISS BILLIE BILLINGS as MISS CONSTANCE WARREN Next Week Another Story and New Picture Copyright. Kit. by th. gur Comwnr. All Ford Blent. mm. Chapter Rrd-Whtokcrrd "Wtat a queer placa for a rich min'i relative! to live!" thought Christopher, looking up In a putiled way at the tall, dilapidated house In the Jewish quarter of Amsterdam, in front of which he stopped Scarlet Runner. . Christopher, who by special ar rangement and extra payment had brought the motor across from Eng land on the night boat to the Hook of Holland, had spun along good clinker roads, bowling his car and his one pas senger into Amsterdam in time for a late breakfast. That meal he had tak en at a hotel, while his employer (unknown to him a few days before) had driven off In a cab to the house of a relative, who was expected to Join the party for a week's run through Holland. Instructions were that, after breakfast and a couple of hours' rest, Christopher was to call at a certain addrfss. Here he was, then. In front of the house, an ancient, secretive-looking building that nodded forward as If its time to tumble Into ruin might come at any moment; and a vague suspicion of mystery in his errand suddenly stole Into Christopher's mind. The ycung man with the features, bearing and mnnnrr of an English man, the accent of Oxford, and the name of a Dutchman, Van Cortlandt had seemed frankness Itself. He had Insisted (as he was a stranger ts Christopher and the car was to be taken out of England) upon paying fifty pounds In advance. He had been an agreeable companion during the run, showing himself a cosmopolitan In knowledge of the world, of litera ture and of drama. Christopher was Inclined to like and admire his pas senger, and fancied that the Dutch cousin to be visited in Amsterdam woud turn out a merchant prince. Yet this was the cousin's house; the hour appointed had paused, and young Mr. Cortlandt seemed In no hurry to ap pear with his relative. It was a house, Christopher told himself, where things might happen; and wasn't It, now he came to think of It, a lltle odd that Van Cortlandt had asked him to wait without send ing In word or announcing his pres ence In any way? When ha had sat In front of the house for a quarter of ait1 hour, Chris topher stopped the motor, and It was Just after he had done thlii that the door opened and a girl came out. She wore a blue tissue veil draped over her hat. and the long ends fluttered gracefully behind her In the slight brees. She was dressed In a neat. Inconspicuous tailor suit of dark gray, and carried In her hand a roll of music in a leather case. Perhaps it was vanity on Christopher's part, but he fancied that the large eyes glim mering alluringly through the veil rented upon Scarlet Runner with in terest and even curiosity. He watched the girl as she walked to the corner, and at the end of the street saw her hall a cab. Immediately afterwards a man who had been staring aimlessly at the bottles in a cheap hairdresser's shop on the other side of the way be came abruptly aware that he had been walsting time. He hurrrled off In the direction the girl had taken and also found a cab, so promptly as to suggest the Idea that it had been waiting his order. "Doesn't look like the sort of fel low who could afford to drive," Chris topher said to himself, faintly inter ested, and so forgetting his own affairs for the instant that it was a surprise suddenly to see Mr. Ban van Cort landt standing in the street. How he had got there Christopher waa not sure, but one thing was cer tain; he had not come out of the building In front of which Scarlet Runner had been waiting for nearly half an hour. There was a vague sus picion In the mind of Scarlet Run ner's owner that his employer had run down the steps of a house two doors farther on, but his thoughts had been so occupied with the doings of others at the instant that he could not have sworn to this had It been to save his own life or Van Cortlandt'. "Sorry to have kept you waiting,1 said the other. "It was unavoidable." He paused for a moment, evidently having something more he wanted to say and not knowing how best to say It - "And I'm sorry, too." Mr. van Cort landt went on, "that all my plans are changed. My cousin, who was to have gone with me on this motor trip, can't ire family affliction, something quite suaaen; ana mat oeing tna case, I feel it would be hard-hearted, as well as gloomy, to make the tour without him. However, you shan't suffer in any way by the change, Mr. Race, for matters between us shall stand exact ly as if I'd been using your car for the next week, as arranged: but I've made up my mind to turn round and go back to England today, after all." : Christopher waa surprised, but he showed no astonishment He merely , regretted, civilly, that there was trou ble In Mr. van Cortlandt's family and disappointment for Mr. van Cortlandt himself. Nothing could have been pleasanter or more friendly than the manner of the two young men In discussing the situation; nevertheless, Christopher had a strong, if Inexplicable, convic tion that. In some way and for some reason thus fat Incomprehensible, he had been a tool In the handa of the other; that so sudden affliction had befallen the Amsterdam relatives of Mr. van Cortlandt; and that Mr. van Cortlandt had never really Intended to take the trip he professed to aban don with so much reluctance. "We will go back now to your hotel, and pick up the suit aa which 1 asked you to leave there until my plans were settled," said van cort landt 'There ought to b time for lunch, too; but as we have to arrange lor tne snipping oi the car tonignt I don't want any contretemps, and I think we had better order plenty of food and drink to take on board the car, and eat by the way whenever we teei incunea." Crlstopher turned the proposal over In his head, but could make nothing mysterious of it; nor had he got hold of any further clue by the time Bcar et Runner had landed them at the door of the old-fashioned Bible hotel. When they arrived there, he ex pected his passenger to go In and see to tne reletting ot tne suit case, when from the first Christopher had ten ured to think father scanty provision .' r a week's tour. But Van Cort nd had a different Idea. He suggest ed, that as Raca had arranged for the disposal of the luggage, he had better .be the on to ask fur It now) other can wise there might be a misunderstand ing. Also he waa to order something to eat and drink on the journey. Christopher agreed, wondering, half humorously, half anxiously, if the plot consisted In making oh with Scarlet Runner during his absence. During one of the moments when Chlstopher's attention was diverted from his best-loved possession, Mr. van Cortlandt left his seat and began examining the car with frank Interest. His back was turned to the door of the hotel, where Christopher stood guard, but when the owner of the car came hurriedly out, accompanied by a porter with the suit case and a waiter with a neat parcel, the passenger was peering Into the petrol tank. "You're sure there Is'nt rather a queer smell?" he Inquired. "I thought as we came there was bad carburetlon, or some thing." Christopher, quick in defense of his darling, denied tne Dad carouretion, and explained to the amateua that, even If It had existed, the petrol in the tank could have nothing to do with It. They had an uneventful drive to the Hook. Christopher, who Intended as a matter of course to guard the car on board the boat, expected that his passenger would take a cabin and rest during tne passage, which promised to be disagreeable owing to the steamy, unseasonable heat of the weather. But Van Cortlandt would not hear of leaving his chauffeur to get through the night alone. That would not be "sporting," said he: and the two spent the seven- hours of the voy age together, never for a second out of sight of Scarlet Runner. 'It waa the gray, misty dawn of a mid August day when the boat slowed Into harbor. The passengers looked shad owy and anxious as ghosts who ha. Just been ferried across the Styx. Christopher and his companion had not seen any of their fellow-sufferers during the night, as they had got on board earlier than the others, on ac count of the car. A they were some what out of the way of the posaln? crowd, and could not leave the ship until every one else had gone, they would In all probability have got off as they had got on, without meeting a soul, had not a young woman, with a modest air of wishing to escape ob servation, flitted out of the way of the pasaengers pressing up from the cab Ins. She wore a neat, dark gray tailor suit; her hat was drapped with a blue tissue veil which fell over and cov ered her face: and she carried in her hand a leather-cased roll of music. "My Jove!" muttered Van Cort landt under his breath; and instantly It waa clear to Christopher that he was not alone In recounting the pretty, girlish figure. Race kept silence: but the other started forward, and without Joining the girl, approached near enough to cnll her In a low vole without being heard by any of the more distant pas sengers. Watching Intently, Christo pher saw her- start, peer anxiously through the blue cloud of her veil (which she did not lift and then flit quickly up to Van Cortlandt. Evi dently It was as great a surprise for her to see him aa It was for him to find her on board. But they talked together In whispers, speaking with Intense, earnestness, the girl's back turned to the groups of passengers who stood or moved about on deck. Among these, however, was an eld erly, spectacled man, with old-fashioned slde-whlskers, turning gray from sandy red. while shaggy brows and lank hair matched In color the grls iled, reddish bunches on his thin cheek. He wore a soft felt hat which looked a If he had slept In It and an overcoat so much too heavy for the heat of the weather that he must have suffered from Its weight. Sep arating himself from the line of pas sengers forming to leave the ship, he strolled towards the retired spot where Van Cortlandt and the girl in the blue veil were talking together. Then sud denly his eyes behind his spectacles lighted upon Van Cortlandt's face and lingered for an instant, his expression changing. , It was at this moment that Christo pher 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 recognised In him another acquaintance. The face of his employer was turned from Christopher, but the quick start for ward ne made told Its own tale. "Jacobs, la it possible?" Chrlstonher heard Van Cortlandt ask. The other man hesitated as if un willing to answer, and Van Cortlandt spoke again sharply. "Surely you recognise me? Surely you know who 1 .am T" "I suppose o," the stranger ad mitted at last. "Then In Heaven's name, tell me In the name of all the demons whv you, too, are on board this boat wheii 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. By this time te boat was moored and the people beginning to go off. Pres ently no one was left save Scarlet Runner' owner, her late paaaenser, and that passenger's two new-formed acquaintance. As the last group crowded the gangway 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. "A young lady I know has unexpect edly turned up, and a man with whom I've had some business dealings. I had no Idea they were on board with us until I saw them this mnrntm in fact If only by a series of accidents mat tney are not somewhere else. But being here, and both bound for London, If you don't object I would like to take them on the car. They have nothing with them except hand luggage." Christopher answered that Scarlet Runner would not feel the difference between two passengers and four; and a coon a the car was on dry land and ready to start the newly arranged party boarded her. Formerly Van Cortlandt had sat beside the driver. and such luggage as the two young men carried was In the tonneau. Bui now the old man was placed In front with Christopher and Van Cortlandt waa the girl' companion In the ton neau, the big kit-bag and suitcase being put on the root. Neither of the new occupant f the car waa properly prepared for motor ing. Aa for the girl, her hat , nm and broad, and before starting ana took off her veil and made a scarf of it, which she tied over her head and under her chin. Thus Christopher's wish was gratified, and he saw that she was very pretty, even prettier than he had dared to picture her, after that tantalizing glimpse of big, dark, eye. ' She was distinctly of the gypsy type, with a dusky color coming and going under the brown of her peach-smooth cheeks. Deep dimples sprang into life a she laughed; her great black eyes were exceedingly brilliant and full of expression, while every little gesture had an individual grace and eloquence which spoke of a singularly vivid personality. There was no doubt that she was a lady; and the first words that Christopher heard her apeak told him that she was an Amer ican. In spite of the tiresome Journey and the heat of the day, the girl was sparkling . the Joy of youth and life, and was childishly delighted with the prospect of several hours' spin In a fine automobile. Possibly, too, Van Cortlandt's presence had something to do with her pleasure; In any case It was plain that she was an object of deep Interest to the young man, who could scarcely take his eyes from her face. The man on the front seat was Ap parently far from being as well satis fled with his situation as the others. He pulled his hat as far down as pos sible to keep the dust out of his eyes, turned up the collar of his overcoat, then nervously unbuttoned the great tV'V-k - V C falK8SiSfeJSjji!j &i stkitti( lWMM&Hpt Av(vHtww ifewvR 15:S:--'V g:;i;:;:a:si "WE ARREST YOU ALL ON A CHARGE OF THEFT, AND IT WILL BE BETTER FOR coat and threw it back, sight m,r wit) relief. "What kind of a person waa It wh followed you, Jacobs?" the young mar In the tonneau leaned forward to ask after a long conversation with the ?tr who sat beside him. Jacobs swalowed heavily, anr Christopher saw his hand tighten or the back of the seat as he turned to answer: "Don't you think, sir, thnt I that we that It might be wiser not to" Van Cortlandt laughed. "Oh, I mo. you think I'm incautious in talking business before outsiders? That's liko your prudence, which my uncle described to me when he showed me your photograph the other day, and told me what sort of man I must ex pect to find. But, as a matter of fact, we can speak as among friend here now that our errand has been done and we're close to home again. This young lady, Miss Warren, haa been on the same mission that you and I huvo been on." Th man on the front seat save a jump. "She, sir! And you, too, the same errand as mine!" "Yes," said Van Cortlandt. "You probably guessed when you were in troduced to me, over there, that you weren't the only one sent." 'I no reason was given me to think that there were others," stam mered Jacobs. "I supposed that mine waa woa the only message." "'Message' is rather 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 itr&nn thlnor that all three should have been brought together in this car, when only one should have come this way, another by Flushing, an other 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 aa he can get us there three passengers instead of one he'd engaged to transnort. As for Miss Warren, she's rather a celebrity, too. If you were an American instead of what to you call yourself, Jacobs? you would probably know something about Miss Constance Warren, who writes for the papers. When this day's work Is over, she will be privi leged to make of It what she would call a 'storv.' I a-ot my uncle to em ploy her, so that she might get a little kudos out of the thing after It was well over, and the secret could be al lowed to come out. But you haven't told me yet what sort or person roi lowed you, and caused you to think it would be wiser to come this way in stead of going to Flushing as ar ransred. "It was a fat, Jewish-looking man, sir," replied Jacobs, becoming glib at last. "I could hardly describe him bevond that he had a hooked nose. large black beard, and was well dressed. He kept pressing against me in the railway station, and looked at me with such particular interest that. when I got a chance to escape m Sudden press of the crowd a lot of emigrants pouring into tne station i got away, and hastily decided to come by the Hook. 1 hope you think I did right?" "Oh, quite, if you felt sure that your Imagination wasn't playing games with you. Miss Warren's experience was ve& mors trying than yours. ju cause of a person who aparently chased her In a cab from the first and who climbed into her railway carriage at the last minute, she jumped out after the train began to move, risking trouble with Dutch of ficials, to say nothing of broken bones. She is a brave girl. But I knew that before hand." And Ean Van Cort landt gave Miss Warren a look which, if he had wished to hide his feelings for her, would have been, to say the least, Imprudent "I was quite sure imagination had nothing to do with It," Jacobs insisted, anxious to exonerate himself. "Of course, the man may have been only an ordinary pickpocket. But do I look like a man whose pocket would be worth picking? This is te watch I carry about with me." And, some what ostentatiously, he pulled out a plain old gun-metal watch. Christopher heard this talk with In terest, and confessed to himself that, though It wasn't "his affair," he would like to know the nature of the mes sage to which the man beside him had so cautiously referred. Before them now rose the spires and the clustered roofs of a village, and as they entered It Jacobs, who had been silent after putting away his watch, turned again to speak to Van Cortlandt. "It would be a great favor," he said, "If you would be willing to make u 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 ill and worrying about this trip of mine?" Van Cortlandt consented to the slight delay, and Christopher stopped the car in front of the village post fflce. Jacobs scram bee lightly down, like a younger man than he appeareu to be; and Christopher happened to notice that his hands looked strong and muscular. As he hurried into the postofflce Van Cortlandt strolled after him, buying a few stamps and stand ing near enough to take a glance at the address on the telegram. This was not because he distrusted Jacobs, but because he had much at stake in this venture, and could not afford to take chances. The cipher message was unreadable, but the name of Jacobs stood out plainly at the top, and Van Cortlandt Was satisfied, as he had expected to be. At last they were off again, but-they had not gone far -twlen Jacobs cried out that his handkerchief had just blown away. It waa one he valued; his 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, Christo pher 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 hardly settled in his place, there came a sharp explosion, and Scarlet Runner had burst a tire. The sudden sound gave Jacobs a shock, which caused him to grip the seat nervously and cry out He had never been In a motor before, he ex claimed, and thought that some one must have shot at the car. Some curious conjectures passed through the mind of Race as he did his work of repairing, with his three passengers sitting, or walking up and down, by the roadside. What he thought he kept to himself, as It would have been the height of Im propriety to accuse, on the vaguest suspicion, the trusted employe of his own employer. Nevertheless, when the tire was changed and Scarlet Run ner on the way once more, he threw an occasional keen glance at the whiskered face under the shadow of the dusty hat-brim. The day grew more and more sultry, and the air was so heavy that even In driving there was no freshness. The thick dust also was very disagreeable. especially for the two new members oi tne party, who were unprepared for motoring; and Christopher was not surprised when, after about two-thirds of the run to London, Jacobs com plained of headache and vertigo. It was, he supposed, in an apologetic murmur, his inexperience in motoring, as well as having been somewhat up set at sea, which caused him to suffer now; but Christopher suggested that it was iar more likely to be the weight of his big overcoat, and advised him to take It off. There were no pockets on the out side, but there might well be several capacious hidden ones. And though Jacobs seemed so certain that the contents of such pockets must be safe, when he had taken off the overcoat he not only mU upon, but leaned both shoulders against it as it draped the back of the seat. 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. "Hadn't you better wait a bit till we get farther on?" asked Van Cortlandt not unsympathetlcally. "The stuff's sure to be bad here." "Oh, sir. If you knew how faint and queer I feel " faltered Jacobs: and Christopher hastily slowed down in front of the inn, where a small, un covered automobile was already stand ing, covered with fresh dust. The whiskered face was gray with dust therefore It was impossible to see the natural state of the sufferer's complexion; but he sat with eyes half closed and head bowed forward, as If on the verge of unconsciousness, and Van Cortlandt Ju.npec quickly out to order the brandy. Miss Warren sprang down from the car also, com ing 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 drooping lids. Then, Just as Van Cortlandt would have entered the inn, out burst three policemen. "We arrest you ail on a warrant, charged with theft." called out one, "and it will be better for you not to resist." But Van Cortlandt did resist, and violently. Nt for himself alone, but for the girl. He hurled off the man who grasped him by the shoulder, and, springing to the aid of Miss War ren, dashed aside the big fellow in blue who would have seized her by the arm. 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 back handed blow from a strong fist in d ead ly earn es t ; an d , seeing this violence, seeing also the little crowd which quickly gathered at Van Cort landt's cry of "Help!" Jacobs slipped out of the car, lithe as a snake. "Don't resist safer not to resist, sir!" he cried; and, while apparently washing to aid his patron, so stum bled against him as to fling him into the arms of the tallest policeman. Seeing himself trapped. Van Cort landt cried to Race, "Nlnety-nino Park Lane!" and at the same Instant some thing was tossed into tho tinnenii. Quick as light, Christopher took his cue and dashed off at spaed. Jacobs and one of the policeman tearing after him. "Ninety-nine Park Lane! Ninety nine Park Lane!" He seemed to hear Van Cortlandt's voice still calling the direction In his ears. At first the number had no special meaning for him, but as his first hot excitement cooled he realize! that i3 Park Lane had some association of Importance In his mind. "By Jove, it's Maritz'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 Marits 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-i-Noor, and that, with the view of currying favor in high circles and per haps securing a title, he intended to present it to the crown. What if Van Cortlandt had jour neyed to Amsterdam on business con cerning the New Koh-i-Noor? The cutting of the diamond must have been done there, and if the young man were a nephew of Peter Marits (Jacobs had talked about "your uncle"), what more natural that he should be trusted to bring it back safe, despite all attempts likely to be made upon it en route if the secret of the errand had leaked out? With these thoughts running through his head, 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 at the mo ment of his flight It was Miss Warren's music roll, and she must have contrived to toss It there on learning from Van Cort landt'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 his precious overcoat; therefore it was not strange that he had run screaming after Scarlet Run ner. "From the first I thought he was disguised and anxious to screen 'his face from the light" Christopher though. "That cipher telegram he sent! He'd Just learned from Van Cortlandt that there were three mes sengers instead of one, and all, by a queer chance, In this car. Could he have wired to bring those fellows out? What if they're not policemen?" As the last word formed itself in his mind it was as though it had been a magic summons to call up other men in blue coats; for before Srarlet Run ner haj got her speed again throe uni formed figures leaped from behind a clump of trees to line up across the road. Christopher's first thought was to blame himself for slowing down to glance behind; and to atone by mak ing a dash, scattering the men, who might be conspirators in the same plot. But even at a distance, his clear-sighted eyes recognised a face he had seen before. One of these po licemen was a well known "motor trapper," with whom Christopher had come into friendly contact more than once. Whatever the men at the inn a mile back might be, these were genuine servants of the law: and a brilliant idea danced into Race's mind. With the view of making it useful, he slowed down instantly. "You've done the measured cistance at a speed of fifty and a hatf miles nn hour, said the inspector of police, whom Christopher remembered, his stop-watch in his hand. "Where s your license?" "Here it is, and here's my card," answered Race. Don t you know lne, 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 n: 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 pas sengers, one or wnom is, x believe, nephew of the millionaire, Peter Maritz. He and the lady with him YOU NO T TO RESIST." are the victims of a plot and have Just been arrested by three thieves dis guised as policemen. They appealed to the landlord and several other men, but the power of the law is so much respected that naturally the pretended policemen were believed against them. 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 near no more. All his professional pride was on fire. "Go on, Mr. Race," he broke in; "we'll overlook your furious driv ing this time. And have no fear for your friends. It's a strange story you tell, but I know you, and I believe It. We've got bicycles, and as the house is only a mile away we'll be there be fore you can say 'Jack Robinson.' ' "Take care you don't go beyond the legal limit" laughed Christopher ex citedly, and sped off at a speed to risk being "held up" by another police trap. "First time in my life I was glad to get caught In one of those," he said to himself, "and I'd be willing to bet it will be the last" At least it was the last for that day; for he was not again stopped on his way into town, though had he been he must have confessed that he de served it. Never had he driven so fast through traffic, except on the day when he followed the automobile with the Nuremberg watch; and at the last moment as he drove through bronze gates into the millionaire's famous courtyard, he Just escaped being crashed into by a passing motor om nibus. Never had Christopher leen Inside these magnificent gates before, but so often had he seen the courtyard pic tured in illustrated papers, when the house was new and the wonder of London, that marble walls and pillars, Venetian windows and great bronze statues, appeared familiar to him. The gates had been opened, per haps, 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 collision. But Christo pher stopped Scarlet Runner at a safe distance, and 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. He expected to see a look of enlighten ment dawn on the clever, somewhat hard, features. But, to his surprise, for an instant Peter Maritz appeared puzzled. "Mr. Van Cortlandt?" he re peated questiontngly. Then, with a slight exclamation and a change of expression, he opened the door of the brougham before his alert servants had time to touch it. "You have a message for me from M. Van Cortlandt?" he asked. "Not exactly a message," answered Christopher. "But I have news of importance." "Come indoors with me and tell it ! then," said Peter Maritz, who had the manners of a gentleman as well as the ' wealth of a millionaire. i Christopher looked doubtful. "I'm ! not sure about leaving the car," he i replied in a lower voice. "I may be i carrying something of er consider-1 able value." Maritz asked no further questions I and made no new suggestions, bnt mounted to the seat beside Christo pher which Jacobs had last occupied, giving at the same time a glance at his servants which sent them to a distance. Race did not begin his story at th beginning, but very near the end, slurring over what had happened until he reached the episode at the inn When Maritz heard that Van Cort landt and Miss Warren had been seized by men in the dress of police men, his dark face suddenly paled "But my nephew told you to drive on, to come here?" he demanded tersely. "Yes. And I came as fast as 1 could, after sending back three gen uine policemen to the rescue." "Then where is that which ntf nephew trusted you to bring to me?" "He trusted me with nothing ex cept the sense to understand his mean ing. But Miss Warren tossed he music roll into the car as 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 a fraud, disguised, to look like some one else, left his overcoat behind, 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 furious at being seen by Ean on the boat. What I want is the thing which my nepnew. WI1UI11 yUU IVllUW mi. ail Ji Linuu, must have given you to bring me, or he would certainly not have sent you awav from him with your car. "I tell you he gave me nothing persisted Christopher, beginning to re sent the piercing glance of the mil lionaire. "If there is anything of hia on board It must be in his luggage." "Very well; we'll have the luggage down," said Maritz, "and I will look through it here and now, sitting by your side. Johnson!" and he raised his tone imperatively "shut the gates." The bronze gates closed, and the courtyard became as private as If It had been a vast room. The next order was for Van Cort landt's suilcase to come down from the roof of , the car, where it had been placed when the new members joined the party. A strange-loo king, thin little key on the millionaire's watch chain opened the case as though it had been made for the lock; and the absent man's clothing, neatly folded as If by a valet, lay exposed to view. Peter Maritz lifted everything out shook each garment and ransacked each corner of the handsomely fitted piece of luggage, but the thing he searched for was not there. He was looking very stern and anxious now. "I am as sure as I am of my own life that my nephew would not have voluntarily remained in the hands of thieves, sending you and your motor on, if he had had on his person the thing I trusted him to bring back to me," said Maritz, with grim con- naence. tie nimsen aio not Know whether he. Miss Warren, or my old servant Jacobs was carrying .back the reai imng or an lmiiauon; neverxne- tess, as ne Knew me c nances were ono in three that he had the right one, he would have died rather than risk breaking faith with me." "I can give you no explanation of the mystery," said Christopher. "Now that you are here, in my courtyard, there is no reason why I shouldn't confirm your suspicions," replied Maritz, in a more concilliatory tone. "You ought to have with you the New Koh-i-Noor, of which you must have heard. You see I have cause for anxiety, and have had cause enough ever since the truth about my purchase of the finest diamond found in a hundred years unfortunately leaked out. I was certain that a well known gang of diamond thieves would be on the lookout for the stone on 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; and knowing your name and the reputation you made in Dal van ia, I approved the notion. 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 project 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. It was better for you to know nothing, and you need have no resentment if he was not entirely frank. The mission was not his own, but mine, though if he succeeded he was to be made my private secretary, with such a salary as to keep himself and a wife, if he chose to take one Miss Warren, for instance In luxury. Now you understand what hung upon success, for him, and yon must see that he would not easily fail me. Jf, you are hiding anything because yoa think you haven't been treated fairly" Christopher broke In with a protest; but the position was now becoming worse than uncomfortable. He was at his wits' end, and in his desperation would have told the millionaire to send for the police and have him searched, if he chose, wh,en 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 master of the house; and an Instant later the small gate at the side of the great ones was opened to admit Van Cortlandt-Maritz, with Miss Warren, "Hurrah, uncle!" cried the young man. "We hired a motor and came on like lightning after the rescue. Poor old Jacobs was drugged on his way to get the diamond, it seems; and who but the notorious Tom Astley did the trick and disguised himself so well I think even you wouldn't have de tected the fraud so well he was ex actly like Jacobs' photographs which, you showed me and got the parcel. But he's caught, and his three con federates; and the diamond's in hia 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 your yours, Ean; that Is what I want" almost panted the mil lionaire. "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. Wont 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. "YoM must come to that wedding." ANOTHER ADVENTURE NEXT WEEK. Five Murderers Are Doomed to Life in Pen Chicago, Nov. 26. Five convicted slayers were sentenced to life im prisonment here today. Edward Het tinger, a subnormal youth, escaped the noose by pleading guilty to the mur der of Mrs. Agnes Middleton. Gustave Battaglia, Chicago Heights fruit mer chant, was sentenced for killing Philip Caruso in a quarrel. John Cloure was sentenced for the murder of john Ran ford, December 24, 1915. John More ley was sentenced for the murder of Daniel Fitzgerald and Chadrick Jen kins for slaying Joseph Taylor.