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The Huron Expositor, 1930-09-12, Page 7W}9t' ink 414 I! IRTJP u.RE SPECI;I T' lire, Varicocele, Vaziieose Velma, nal Weakn ss Spinal Deform- fit7r,' onsultation free. 0a11 or write. J. G. SMITH, 13ritish Appli- ance Specialist, 15 Downie St., Strat- ford, Ont. 8202.52 • 40.A.L Phone No. 411 JOHN J. HUGGARD Barrister, Solicitor, Notary Public., Etc. Beattie Block - Seaforth, Ont. R. S. HAYS Barrister, Solicitor, Conveyancer and Notary Public. Solicitor for the Dominion Bank. Office in rear of the Domino Bank, Seaforth. Money to loan, BEST & BEST Barristers, Sclicitors, Convenyan- eer4'and Notaries Public, Etc. Office in the Edge Building, opposite The Expositor Office. VETERINARY \ JOHN GRIEVE, V.S. Ho r graduate of Ontario Veterin- ary Co liege. All diseases of domestic animals treated. Calls promptly at- tended to and charges moderate. Vet- erinary Dentistry a specialty. Office and residence on Goderich Street, one door east of Dr. Mackay's office, Sea - forth. A.- R. CAMPBELL, V.S. Graduate of Ontario Veterinary College, University of Toronto. All diseases of domestic animals treated by the most modern principles. Charges reasonable. Day or night calls promptly attended to. Office on :Main Street, Hensall, opposite Town Hall. Phone 116. 4 MEDICAL DR. E. 3. R. FORSTER Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat Graduate in Medicine, University of Toronto. Late assistant New York Ophthal- mei and Aural Institute, Moorefield's Eye and Golden Square Throat Hos- pitals, London, Eng. At Commercial Hotel, Seaforth, third Monday in each month, from 11 tem. to 3 p.m. 53 Waterloo Street, South, Stratford. DR. W. C. SPROAT Graduate of Faculty of Medicine, University of Western Ontario, Lon- don. Member of College of Physic- ians and Surgeons of Ontario. Office in Aberhart's Drug Store, Main St„ Seaforth. Phone 90. DR. R. P. I. DOUGALL Honor graduate of Faculty of Medicine and Master of Science, Uni- versity of Western Ontario, London. Member of College of Physicians and Surgeons of Ontario. Office 2 doors east of post office. Phone 56, Hensall, Ontario. 3004-tf DR.. A. NEWTON-BRADY Bayfield. Graduate Dublin University, Ire- land. Late Extern Assistant Master Rotunda Hospital for Women and Children, Dublin. Office at residence lately occupied by Mrs. Parsons. Hours, 9 to 10 a.m., 6 to 7 p.m.; Sundays, 1 to 2 p.m. 2866-26 DR. F. J. BURROWS Office and residence Goderich Street, east of the United Church, Sea - forth. Phone 46. Coroner for the County of Huron. DR. C. MACKAY C. Mackay, honor graduate of Trin- ity University, and gold medalist of Trinity Medical College; member of tho College of Physicians and Sur- geons of Ontario. DR. H. HUGH ROSS Graduate of University of Toronto Faculty of Medicine, member of Col- lege of Physicians and Surgeons of Ontario; pass graduate courses in Chicago Clinical School' of Chicago ; Royal Ophthahnic Hospital, London, England; University Hospital, Lon- don, England. Office -Back of Do- minion Bank, Seaforth. Phone No. 5. Night calls answered from residence, Victoria Street, Seaforth. DR. J. A. MUNN Successor to Dr. R. R. Ross Graduate of Northwestern Univers- ity Chicago, Ill. Licentiate Royal College of Dental Surgeons, Toronto. Office over Sills' Hardware, Main St., Seaforth. Phone 151. DR. F. J. BECHELY Graduate Royal College of Dental Surgeons, Toronto. Office over W. R. Smith's Grocery, Main Street, Sea - forth. Phones; Office, 185W; resi- dence, 185 J. CONSULTING ENGINEER S. W. Archibald, B;A,Sc., (Tor.), O.L.S., Registered Professional En- • eer and Land Surveyor. Associate ember Engineering Institute of Can- ada. Office, Seaforth, Ontario. AUCTIONEERS THOMAS BROWN Licensed auctioneer for the counties bf Huron and Perth. Correspondence arrangements for sale dates can be made by calling The Expositor Office, Seaforth. Charges moderate, a n d .satisfaction guaranteed. Phone 302. OSCAR KLOPP Honor Graduate Carey Jones' Na- tional School of Auctioneering, Chi- cago. Special course taken in Pure Bred Live Stock, Real Estate, Mer- chandise and Farm Sales. Rates in keeping with prevailing market. Sat- isfaction assured.Write Ont. orwire, Phone: Oscar Klopp,Zurich,2866-52 13-93. By FRANK L. PACKARD Four Short Novels of Crime on the High Seas Bob Kenyon's white helmet slid a little farther aver his forehead, cov- ering still more his eyes as he scru- tinized those who came, and went, and lounged about the doors. It was five years since he had seen that face -a year after his elder brother's strange disappearance in Bombay - and he had not even known then that his brother had been murdered, much less that he had stood face to face with -in • the person of Shanghai Jim -the murderer himself. And then, after that year, when he had given up hope of ever solving his brother's disappearance, he had made a trip home to New York via England, and in England had met Marion Willetts, who, though she lived on the islana of Illola where her father was the Resident, was on a visit to what she too called "home" -'as all out -post families of the Empire called the motherland. They had seen a great deal of each other in a very little while, He had returned to Bombay -and then that sinister sequence of events: The murder of a young Eng- lishman committed by and brought home to Shanghai Jim; Shanghai Jim's flight and disappearance; the night that he, Bob Kenyon, had lis- tened to the tale of his brother's murder told by Shanghai Jim's "run- ner," Dublin Mike; his meeting again with Marion Willetts as she passed through Bombay on her return to Il- lola-and his own arrest. Bob Kenyon's face was as white as the pipe-clayed helmet on his head. Everything had culminated - and ended -that night. He was left with only one aim, one abject, one desire in life -to find Shanghai Jim. And so he searched for Shanghai Jim, and the years had gone by with- out sign or trace or vestige of the man. And to -night he still searched -searched each face as it came up there to the bar, not because he had more reason to believe Shanghai Jim was in Illola than anywhere else in this quarter of the world, but because he searched as he always searched - everywhere. There was a grim tightness to Bob Kenyon's lips. The years stood for futility. The man night be} dead. How did he know? It was admitted- ly astounding that a map like Shang- hai Jim, known in his day from end to end of the southern world, the mention of whose sailors' boarding- house in Bombay was an "open ses- ame" to a flood of fervent and virile blasphemy by seamen whereyer ships were found .and the measure of whose iniquity ran the gamut of the deca- logue, had succeeded in covering his tracks to such an extent that he had been able to defy discovery. But Shanghai Jim was clever; in his mix- ed blood he coupled the cunning of the 'Malay with the diabolical ingen- uity of the degenerate white -that was the only way to account for it. It would be more astounding still if a man so widely known as Shanghai Jim, besides being wanted by the po • lice, should have died anywhere unre- cognized, his death unreported. No; Shanghai Jim was not dead! Shang hai Jim was alive; not here perhaps, but somewhere, somewhere on this side of the world, because the chanc- es were a thousand to one that the Malay in the man would deny the north -and somewhere, some day, a year or ten from now, he and Shang- hai Jim would meet. Illola-this island here -Marion! Again he was back to that! He had not come here following any clew. In his search he had long since surren- dered himself blindly into the hands of fate. His meeting with Captain David Watts in Suva had been purely a matter of chance. He had never seen the man in his life before. But money being no abject to him, he had hired the old skipper and ihis schoon- er simply because -the pearl fisheries offered as hopeful a field as any other. Bob Kenyon lifted a hand suddenly and brushed it heavily across hi, eyes. Faces! Faces! Faces! Like mock- ing ghosts! Not one of them at the bar there was the one he sough. And to -night, as never before, he had be- come tired of watching them. He was full of disquiet and unrest. He knew why. He had over -rated his immunity from the memories that her presence here on the same island with him, her nearness to him, might bring. He lurched up from his chair, and, stumbling in simulated intoxication, made his way out to the street. It was still early, not much more than ten o'clock, and he had been ashore but little over an hour, but his spirit rebelled against any further vigil that night -and it seemed as though he had become mentally fatigued al- most to the point of exhaustion. He crossed the road, went down to the beach, and, pushing off the dinghy, began to row back to the schooner. R. T. LUKER Licensed auctioneer for the County of Huron. Sales attended to in all parts of the county. Seven years' ex- perience in Manitoba and Saskatche- wan. Terms reasonable. Phone No. 178 r 11, Exeter, Centralio P.O., R.R. No. 1. Orders left at The Huron Ex- positor Office, Seaforth, promptly at- tended to. - - IHe rowed leisurely and presently a quiet born of the serenity of the night fell upon him; and at moments he rested on his oars, allowing the little craft to glide forward under the impetus of his last strokes until, its way quite gone, he pulled on again for a little while. It was very sil- ent out here on the lagoon, but dark now because the moon had gone un- der a cloud. Elsewhere a sky, won- derfully blue even in the night, spar- kled with a thousand stars. And he lost count of time. And finally, drift- ing silently past the schooner anchor- ed nearest to his own sofe few hun- dred yards away, he rounded the counter of 'his own 'vessel, stood up, and making fast, prepared to clamber aboard. And then suddenly, half over the rail, he hung for an instant rnotion- )1b"4'g�n'1(, less, robbed of all power of move- ment, as a scream of agony,k' a hor- rible sound out of the silence that sent the blood cold in his veins, rang through the night, and, repeated, rang again. But now Bob .Kenyon was in ac- tion. The glow from the skylight showed that the lamp was burning in the cabin. The cries had come from there. He leaped across the deck and flung himself down the companionway. And here for an in- stant again, because it seemed as though his reason had fled and his :brain refused its. functions, he stood still, save that he swayed upon his feet like a man stunned. Upon the floor, dead, stabbed, lay Captain David Watts. A mist seemed ,to swim before Bob Kenyon's eyes, but out of this mist there loomed another figure -the fig- ure of a man, naked but for the cot- ton trousers that clung to the flesh as though they had recently been immersed in water -the figure of a man, head lowered, knife in hand, and crouched to spring. And Bob Kenyon's eyes fastened on the other's face -son a face with slightly slant- ing eyes, with thick, sensual lips, half open now like those of a snarling beast with teeth displayed. And slow- ly out from his body went Bob Ken- yon's great muscular arms reaching toward the other, his fingers wide a- part, curved inward like claws, trem- bling with an unholy eagerness. And from his lips there came a choking sound. "Shanghai Jim!" he whispered. "Yes, you damned fool!" snarled the other. "And you're young Hingston. So you've found me, have you? And maybe you thought I didn't know what you've been after for the last five years! Well, you'll have a chance to give my chin -chin to your brother to- night before Pm through with you, and-" The man stopped abruptly -listen- ing. Subconsciously Bob Kenyon was aware that sounds were coming across the water from the direction of the nearby schooner. And then Bob Kenyon sprang. There was a flicker of light on the knife blade as Shanghai Jing struck with a swift, full -arm, downward blow, but Bob Kenyon caught the other's wrist, and, as he turned the thrust aside, the blade gashed 'a cut across Shanghai Jim's own chin And Bob Kenyon laughed now and grap- pled with the other, and for a mom• ent, hugged close in each other's em- brace, the two men lurched and sway- ed around the little cabin carrying destruction in their path, and the blood flowing from Shanghai Jim's chin made great crimson blotches on Bob Kenyon's shirt. iShouts, the sound of oars, came nearer from across the water now. And these sounds seemed to lend an added frenzy to Shanghai Jim's strug- gles, for the man with a quick, sud- den twist (broke almost free, and Bob Kenyon, as he sought to tighten his hold on the other, felt his hands slip- ping on the naked flesh of the man's back and chest. He could not get his grip again. He dug with his fingers mercilessly, with untamed fury, into the man's flesh, making a fold of it, but the fold flattened out, and with a bound Shanghai Jim'disappeared up the companionway. It threw Bob Kenyon off his bal- ance .and he stumbled to the floor. Then, with a bound he, too, was up the companionway and on the deck after the other. It was dark here, the moon still obscured, but he saw Shanghai Jim, like a black shadow, streak forward across the deck and, reaching the shore rail, swing him- self overboard. .Bob Kenyon whirled in the other direction, and, racing aft, jumped into the dinghy. 'His jaws were clampei now like a vise. The man had taken the water with scarcely a splash in the hope, no doubt. that he had gain- ed the rail quickly enough to avoid having been seen. and that he, Bob Kenyon, would still be searching the schooner's deck for him. Well, it would not do the other any good? The man could not escape now. Shanghai ,Jim! The years of it! He knew where Shanghai Jim was now -in the water somewhere. The reckoning would come to -night. He stood asp' staring at the black surface oft the water. There was nothing to be seen -.not a ripple.. The man was swimming under water, of course, but certainly he would also be swimming in the direction of the shore. That was obviously how the man had come out to the schooner - swimming -chis cotton drawers had been wet. Bob Kenyon sat down and began to row the dinghy away from the schoon- er. He was enol now -almost abnor- mally cool -but there was something deadly and remorseless in his com- posure. He kept staring around in all directions at the surface of the water. If the cursed moon would only break free of that cloud! It was just on the edge of it! The trouble was that, curving from the point, the shore line was semi -circular, making ,a long stretch of beach that nes ev- erywhere equidistant from the schoon- er, and there was no telling just where the man might head for. It was only two hundred yards. He was halfway in now, and still he had 1seen nothing. He heard voices from , the schooner as the boat's crew from the neighboring craft boarded her. He kept scanning the surface intently until his eyes ached with the'strain. Nothing! Shanghai Jim, to give him his due, was a magnificent swimmer. And then well over to left, just iiaaaPeaa ow. ,of' e spun t eetien an• Strength Ile 'couldn't I lb�'adk� aha_ a (row cryj lin brat Jib 11 his ranghai Jim, �aat61e11. It wasn't imaginatum4.74nt 1 nit eha'dow. The.; h 4l seen it `tod� fro the schooner. They. were •sheat ng a.Ai4 the boat was coming. But ;t iere"'was neither time to wait for them t4 Onke+ up, nor any good .tb be aecon�plish • ..:y it. Shang- hai Jim in the woods , there already had too big a dead ` iesides, some - now -and a strange laugh carte into' ,Bob Kenyon's throatHhe preferred to reckon with 'Shan ghai';Jim alone. • The boat s'maiied its •pose. upon the shore, and leaping from it, Bob Ken- yon dashed cross the 'beach/ T h e moon was etthing out again. H e smiled throug grin*. _lips, That wound help. The road (melt: to be ahead here somewhere The 'man coulidn't be very far away-lhe'hadn't had that mueh start. iBob Kenyon halted far an instant to listen -}and faintly, in front of him, he heard the rustle of under- growth and the snap ..of a twig. He plunged on once more. But now sud- denly he found himself laboring and making progress with difficulty. The; ground was rising sharply under his 1 feet. He hadn't noticed that before.i And now, too, he ;Was aware of the ' crashing of branches behind him, the Sound of men running, stumbling, tripping, the sound of hoarse shouting. He swore savagely to himself under his breath. Why didn't they spread out fan -wise? He ran on. Shanghai Jim was in front of him. He was sure of it. He had heard the man that time when he had stepped to listen. The trees seemed to be growing thinner and thinner, with the spaces between all spoon -flecked now; but also now, im- mediately in front of him, what seem• ed to be a thick wall of foliage block- ed his path. Strange! He plunged at it, tore and broke his way through it -and suddenly, on ' the other side, stood still, panting for his breath, amazed and for a moment wholly be- wildered. A stretch of lawn con- fronted him. A few yards away there twinkled the lights of '•a hour,;; and, nearer still. the slim figure of a girl in white, the glint of gold in her hair under the moonlight, the blue eyes wide and startled, stood facing him. He drew in his breath. He felt the color come and go from his face. He heard himself cry out in a ',rev in- articulate way. And mechanual)y he, reached his hand to his hat. liut ha, had no hat. "Mar -Miss Willetts!" he stammer- ed. She came forward, staring line hi.: face. "Mr. Hingston!" she said alm,,st in- audibly; and then, with a quick little cry: "What is the matter? There is blood all over you! You are hurt!" Marion! This was Marion! This was really Marion! But there was something else -there must be some- thing else, only his brain seemed all in turmoil. Yes, that was it -Shang- hai Jim! "No, I am not hurt," he blurted out. "But what are you doing here?" she cried. "Where did you come from? How did you get here? What does it all mean? And who are those men coming there now through the shrubbery?" He turned 'as she spoke. Three men were on the lawn, and were run- ning toward him. A voice bawled out: "You damned hound! We've got you!" They were upon him, battering at him, striking at him. lin heard Mar- ion Willetts scream. He tried to speak -and then, stung to fury by the rain of blows being showered up- on him, he struck right and left with all his strength. And then the butt of e revolver crashed against his skull, he felt his knees sag under hip -and consciousness was blotted out. CHAPTER III WITHOUT ALIBI When Bob Kenyon regained his senses he found himself in a lighted room, and stretched out on a settee of some kind. There was a buzz of voices around him. His head throb- bed and ached miserably, and he blinked suddenly with pain as the re- flected light from a mirror on the op- posite wall seemed to stab at his eyes. He struggled up on his elbow. Three men were grouped around a flat-topped desk, at which a fourth man, elderly, gray-haired, stern-faced, military in bearing, was seated. At the elderly man'b elbow stood Marion Willetts, and in front of her on the desk was a basin and some cloths, What was it all about? Marion's face over there was as white as chalk. And she wouldn't meet his eyes. He raised his hand in a puzzled way to his forehead. His head was swathed in a bandage. The elderly man at the desk spoke now. "I have been waiting for you to re- gain consciousness," he said. "Are you well enough to understand what umm res axnew'sred rid *axil I'iol, x41ei Cho J ritisii .#040,g f" . ar, anta4 'ta too have to say, unite loqg ?4s ue F^, a *lore �, Fa ,3n d nal*warn ou 'haat xty f� texu>~ l Xln : � ,i y $A $ yogi •.snake may Nae i$ MAO a yAu •to .tf �� Cd '% •, Fora are ecuned ` gf a pt -do of I te1i '� war e 13iiit 'Oaptein DinVid, Watts," . For an instant the roam seemed to swim around Sob 'lienyon as lie .Jureh- ed suddenly to his feet, Ana then, with a grip on himself, bis hands clenched, he stood rigid. "What utter rot!" he said contemp- tuously. Colonel Willetts held up •; he leather wallet and the three pearly. "These were found on your person when you were brought in here from the lawn a few minutes ago," he stat- ed coldly. "Captain Watts was stab- bed to death in the calbiii of his schooner. Your clothing is covered with blood, and•-�" "Wait a minute!" Bob Kenyon cried out sharply. His brain had cleared now -cleared as in a flash. "Thiel is all some ghastly mistake -and while you're sitting here the man you want is escaping. You've lizard of Shanghai Jim, haven't you? You must have heard of hien! He was wanted for a murder in Bombay some five years ago. His description was published everywhere." .. "I will answer your question;" -re- plied Colonel Wdlletts curtly; "though I do not see what bearing it can have on the matter. I have heard of Shanghai Jim. I know sometl ing of his record, and, for that matter, I al- so know that his description nas been for a long time in the hands of the po- lice here, just as it probably has been elsewhere." "Well, then," said Bob Kenyor. tersely, "it was Shanghai' Jim who murdered Captain Watts to -night in the cabin, and I-.'^ "You're a liar!" broke in he of the three men savagely, stepping abrupt- ly forward from the deck. "You ltnow me, don't you? I'm from the schoon- er that's anchored next to Captain Watts'. You saw me when we came aboard you this afternoon. And I saw you this evening boozing at ev- ery bar in town. You're a bad one and a rotter, that's what you ere! It wasn't lerg after I'd got back on board to -night when we heard the screams from Captain Watts' schoon- er, and went over there as fast as we could. ' There wasn't anybody on board except old Dave, dead in the cabin -and then as the moon came• out we spotted you in the dinghy making the shore,and the moment you saw us coming you rowed like mad and tried to niake your escape in the woods. If it was this Shanghai Jim that you're so glib about, what be- came of hint? There wasn't any boat but yours on the beach.'' "He swans ashore. It was Shang- hai Jim I was after," said Bob Ken yon. "And he swam out to the schooner to begin with to do his dirty work, I suppose?" rasped the man. "Yes," said Bab Kenyon. "Hell!" jerked out the man furious- ly. And then, facing quickly around to Marion Willetts: "I beg your par- don, Miss, but Captain David Watts was one of the oldest friends -and the best -I ever had." Colonel Willetts turned to his daughter. "I have allowed you to stay, Mar- ion," he said quietly, -because y:,a said you knew this. man; but I t'h:nk w:11 be just as well now if you go to your room." Bob Kenyon's eyes shifted to the girl. She was toying with the basin and cloths -bandages he knew they were now -that lay on the corner of the desk. And now she picked these up, and, without raising her head, started silently away across the room -but, near the door, she paused, for an instant as the spokesman of the three men spoke again. "And th+t,'s another point against him if any more are needed," snapped the man. "He's sailing under two names, if your daughter knew him as Hingston. Captain Watts intr :duced him to us as Bob Kenyon, his part- ner. The swine evidently wasn't sat- isfied with a share -he wanted all!" Bab Kenyon's eyes were still on the girl. She had paused, but she had not looked up, and now she went on again, and the door was cioned be- hind her. He bit his lips. They did not believe him -but, worse still, they were letting Shanghai Jim es- cape. They were letting Shanghai Jim escape -the thought brought him to the verge of madness. They must believe him -he must make them -so that they would do something. "I can explain the names!" he cried out sharply. "Shanghai Jim murder- ed my brother in Bombay nearly a year before that other murder for which the police want him now. Since then I have been trying to find him. To have kept the name of Hingston would only have been playing into hie hands. i took the name of Bob Ken- yon." There was silence• for a moment in the room. Bob Kenyon flushed. He v C.N.R. PHOTO In Untamed Ontario Who wouldn't fish in unspoiled country like this? The scene is at Virgin Falls on the Nipigon River. Its charm keeps folks returningevery year. John Sea of Independence, Kans., has fished the Nipigon fr 35 years now, never missing a year. ,,I welt alKtod to;xttt Axt the pabin, a knife axi la la Ta' iM4otaan W .tta' dead til 14#4 0,qt: • fou: ht fora zninuto but Shangl#ai.Jxni. broke *way from the -rote had .1.4 ar4 these men coming ;from their senora er, you understand? •Shanghai. Jam ran• up on deck, and I ran, after -Um, er "him., He jumped overboard. l ,jumped. in- to the dinghy; but he was swspasaing under water, and I did not catch sight of him again until just as he landed and ran into the woods. I was still out on the lagoon and that is the reason why at that moment I sudden- ly, as these men say, began to row like mad." Again Colonel Willetts cleared his throat. "As I understand you, then," he said, "when you went aboard, this Shanghai Jim was already in the cabin. You fought for a minute, and, as he broke away, you immediately gave chase, first to the deck and then at once jumped into your dinghy. Is that correct?" (Bob Kenyon nodded his head. "Yes," he said. electric telegraph had just been laid a�a�'a��h ally' e° hex xi.*. F49 the e,Isaali i a� ed by xrlembeiz firm rill:. . Qtther people .cauw, attxaetied l' •euies, nand on ante apg found •xts occupant, a vKaman Sarah i JJart, dying, appaxentl '.r _ the effects of some powerful pail. Shawas too fig.. .gone tet name describe her assailant. Among those who had gatnered at the cottage was a clergyman and,, hearing that the supposed unurdergr had 'been seen to go in the. directgn. • - of Slough, he hurried off to Steagi Station, • and was just in time to see; a man in Quaker • attire enter .a first class carriage as the train moved' oil' in the direction of London. • At this time • the wires of the new 1 Colonel Willetts once more held up the wallet and pearls.. "How, then," he asked severely, "do you account for these being in your possession?'' "'Why," said Bob Kenyon readily, "they-" IHe stopped abruptly, a cold sense of disaster seeming sud- denly to numb his tongue. To say that they were always kept en his possession through a whim of Cap- tain David Watts! It wasn't only that this, too, might sound lame -it was far worse than that! It was to stamp him both as guilty and a liar. To -morrow, old Isaacs would testify that the wallet and pearls had been taken from a locker by Captain Watts --and had been replaced in the lock- er before he. Bob Kenyon, and Isaacs had left the cabin to go ashore. The truth sounded like a damning lie on the face of it. His lips tightened. He was in a hole -a bad hole. The evidence was overwhelmingly against him. Those three men there, glaring at him with unfriendly, angry eyes, 'hones;iy be- lieved him guilty -as he. in their place, would have believed any man under like circumstances, and with like evidence against him, to be guil- ty. There was only one chance for hini-,Shanghai Jim. To find Shang- hai Jim again! That was his only chance. It seemed to plumb the depths of irony. It was sardonic. They wouldn't do anything oecause they didn't believe him. They w'. uldn't let him do anything. It was as though hell 'on the side of Shanghai Jim laughed in mockery -while the prey, escaped. He clenched and unclenched his hands, and yet he heard -imself speaking now quietly and steadily: "I haven't answered your question. It's no good my trying to answer it now -or perhaps ever. But I tell you again that it was Shanghai Jim who murdered Captain Watts; that it was Shanghai Jim to -night, who, on account of the stories floating around the town, no doubt, tried to get those pearls; that Shanghai Jim is on this island. I know the evidence is all against me and that probably the only thing that would clear me, prove my story is to find Shanghai Jim. In that case, you'd believe me, wouldn't you?" "Oh, yes, undoubtedly," replied Colonel Willetts a little wearily; "but it is a good many years since this Shanghai Jim disappeared, an 1, ac- cording to your own version, though well known and readily recognizable, he has ever since eluded the police. It is hardly likely that he could have cone here without being recognized." "He has to be somewhere," said Bob Kenyon tersely. "The police theory, I believe," said Colonel Willetts, "is that the man is long since dead." "He's not dead!" Bob Kenyor. cried fiercely. "I saw him to -night. And if you want an additional mark of identification, there's a long gash a- cross his chin that he got in• the figh'. with me for possession of his knife in the cabin. That's where the blood on my clothes came from. You admit that finding him will prove my story. Then it's only fair play that yuu do something. 'I've a right to demand that.' There was a mingling of snarls oaths and contemptuous laughter from the three men at the desk. Col- onel Willetts, with a frown and n wave of his hand, silenced them. "Yes." he said after a moment's hesitation, "I suppose you are entit- led to that. I will order a search made for him in the mnrnisg, and, though I say quite frankly that I put little credence in your story. the search will he a thorough one." "But to -night -now! Between now and morning!" exclaimed Bob Kenyon passionately. Colonel Willetts shook his head. "Apart from the town itself and the vessels in the lagoon, which 1 will attend to to -night, it would he utterly impracticable to ' heat the miles of bush and woodland on the island in the darkness, where, if any- where, according to your story, he iq most likely to he. That is the hest I can do for you." Bob Kenyon squared his shoulders. It was all he could expect. -more, perhaps, than another man in Colonel Willetts' place would have done. There was nothing more to he said. "Thank you," he said hoarsely. between Slough and Paddington, and the booking clerk to . -whom the clergyman communicated his sus- picions sent the following message through to Paddington: "A murder has just been committed at Salt Hill and the suspected murderer was seen to take a first- class ticket for London by the train which left Slough at 7h. 42m. p.m. He is in the garb of a Quaker, with a brown greatcoat on which :caches nearly down to his feet. He is in the last compartment of the second first-class carriage." Then the clerk waited. Some time afterwards the follow- ing reply was received from Padding- ton: "The up train has arrived and a person answering in every respect the description given by the telegraph came out of the carriage mentioned. I pointed the man out to Sergeant Williams. The man got into a New Road omnibus and Sergeant Williams. into the same." When the omnibus arrived at the bank the Quaker got out, crossed over, and looked about for some time as if to see whether he were being followed. He then went towards Lon- don Bridge, which he crossed, and en- tered a coffee house in the Borough. After a short stay he returned to the city, and on entering a lodginghouse was arrested, with documents in his pockets which led to his being identi- fied and convicted. In due coarse he was executed. This murder was the 'very first oc- casion on which the electric telegraph was used for the capture of a crim- inal. Sixty -.five years later Dr. Crippen„ another murderer, was captured through the 'first use of wireless. telegraphy for such a purpose Not every one can 'warm both hands before the fire of life without scorch- ing himself in the process. - Deem Inge. LONDON AND WINGHAM North. a.m. p.m. Centralia 10.36 5.41 Exeter 10.49 5.56 Hensall 11.08 6.08' Kippen 11.08 6.15 Brucefield 11.17 6.22 Clinton 12.03 6.42 Londesboro 12.23 7.02 Blyth 12.32 7.11 Belgrave 12.44 7.234 Wingham 1.00 7.41 South. Wingham Belgrave Blyth Londesboro ... Clinton Brucefield ... Kippen Hensall ..... Exeter ... Centralia He sat down on the settee. His head was throbbing brutally. He buried it in his hands, half to ease the pain of it, half because he wanted to try to think, to try to think clearly. There wasn't a loophole -save Shang- hai Jim. Unless Shanghai .Jin: were found now, he, Bob Kenyon, was as good as dead --on the end of a rope. Shanghai Jim! The man seemed to have brought a curse into his life that was to carry through even to an ignominious and hideous end. Shang- hai Jim! He could see that face now --the gloating, slanting eyes, the thick, half -parted lips, and yes, this was queer! something white a - am. 6.45 7.03 7.14 7.21 '7.40 7.58 8.05 8.13 8.27 8.39 C. N. R. TIME TABLE East. p.m. 3.015 3.23 3.37 3.45 4.08 4.28 4.38 4.49. 4.58 5.08. a.m. p.m. Goderich 6.20 2.15- Holmesville 6.36 2.32 Clinton 6.44 2.45 Seaforth 6.59 3.03' St. Columban 7.06 3.18 Dublin 7.11 3.17 West. a.m. p.m - Dublin 11.27 10.04 St. Cnlumhan 11.32 .... - Seaforth 11.43 10.17 Clinton ... 11.59 10.31 Holmesville 12.11 10.40. Goderich 12.25 10.67 C. P. R. TIME TABLE East. Goderich Menset McGaw Auburn Blyth Walton McNaught Toronto West. Toronto McNaught Walton Blyth Auburn ..... McGaw Meneset Goderich a.m. 6.50 5.55 6.04 6.11 6.25 6.40- 6.52 10.25 a.m.. 7.40' 11.48 12.01 12.12 12.23 12.34 1241 12.46=