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Ordere left at The Huron Ebt- posit& Ofilee,, Seafortb, prompt1 r - at - By FRANK L. PACKARD Four Short Novels of Crime on the High Seas Continued from last wee. And upon Bob Kenyon there des- cended a sudden sense of utter hope- lessness, of dismay, of disaster. Ev- erything, far more now than when he had stolen into this room, far more than mere life itself, the love that he knew now was his, its promise and the wondrous vista of the years that only a little while ago he had glimpsed ahead, were all, as though by a single, mocking stroke of fate, shattered and destroyed. That wasn't Shanghai Jim there. It was a man who wore a ridiculously large. 'pitch helmet. It wasn't even necessary to see the other's face, though he had, indeed, caught a side yiew of it. It was old Isaacs, the pearl broker -old Isaacs with a revolver dangling in his free hand. The match went out. There came a sound much like the gnawing of a rat. The man was working at the drawer. And then the numbness following, as it were, a blow that had been struck him, began to clear from Bob Ken- yon's brain. It wasn't Shanghai Jim -but it wasn't hopeless either. He understood now. It was clear -even childishly clear. He had evidently hit the nail on the head when he had said that Shanghai Jim was protect- ed and helped by some confederate a- shore. That confederate was old Isaacs. Old Isaacs was the only one who had been shown the pearls and had reason to believe they were in Captain Watts' locker; and, pretend- ing they were beyond his reach fin- ancially, had said so with specious honesty -and had sent Shanghai Jim to get them for nothing. Yes, he saw it all now. Shanghai Jim was in turn the only one, apart from those then present in the room here, who knew the pearls had been placed in the' drawer of the desk. But Shanghai Jim had also heard what had been said -and with that knife gash across his chin which was proof of his, Bob, Kenyon^s story, and which would in- stantly attract attention and mark his identity to even a casual glance, had not dared venture out any inose in person. And so it had been old Isaacs' turn again. Grim -lipped, his jaws clamped, Bob Kenyon was creeping silently on a- gain toward the desk. It wasn't Shanghai Jim there -but old Isaacs must know where Shanghai Jim was hiding. That was enough -because old Isaacs would tell all he knew! There wouldn't be any mercy. With his fingers once on old Isaacs' throat, the man would talk - The attack upon the desk drawer went on, and in the stillness it seem- ed to sound thunderously loud., Bob Kenyon crept nearer -still nearer. He was close enough now to spring, and he crouched a little, poised. "Now, Marion! Quick!" he called, and launched himself forward. He heard a sharp, startled oath; he heard Marion's footsteps racing from the room; he heard her calling wildly for her father; and then, even as he closed with the man in front of him, there was a blinding flash, the roar of the report, and the flame -tongue of a revolver shot scorched his face. And now, locked together, they lurch- ed and staggered here and there in the darkness, Bob Kenyon's left arm hooked like a vise around the m,zn's neck, his fingers feeling, searching, clawing for a throat -hold while his right hand grasped at the other's wrist, struggling for possession of the weapon. A minute passed -another. T h e man, old as he was, seemed to pos- sess a maniacal strength; he tore and struck and battled like a demon, snarling oaths with hot, panting breath, raving in a fury as ungovern- able as the fury with which he fought. But tighter and tighter now Rob Ken- yon's fingers fastened themselves in the flesh of the man's throat; an his other hand, though it slipped again and again in the struggle far the ugly prize, still pinioned the wriggling, twisting wrist. This way and that about the room they reeled, and then suddenly as they smashed against the wall and re- bounded from it, a chair in their path crashed to the floor entangling their Legs, and for an instant they hovered erect, swaying, straining to maintain their balance then, tottering, pitched downward. Bob Kenyon, uppermost, was conscious of a great, roaring sound in his ears, of a revolver flash that was strangely obscured beneath his body, and of a sudden relaxation in the other's struggles -a sudden stillness in the form under him. It did not move any more. It did not snarl. In a half -dazed way he rose to his feet. .And subconsciously now he was aware that there was light in the room, and that others were there too --Colonel --Colonel Willetts amongst them, clad in pyjamas. But he was staring down at the floor where a man with a revolver, still smoking, clasped in his hand, lay dead. And there was a pitch helmet there on the floor too, a 'ridiculously large one and most out- rageously dirty; and moreover there 'was something very strange about the man's face -as though the beard were all lop -sided, as though it had been torn away from one side and had flopped over on the other, and where there was no beard a great strip of surgeon's plaster showed across the chin. There was a stir in the room-voic- , es -.some one touched his arm. But Bob Kenyon did not move. He was staring down into the face of Shanghai Jim. THE MANDARIN'S HOARD CHAPTER I THE JOINT HEIR There had been long hours, full of intolerable pain for one, bridged- by merciful unconsciousness for the oth- er, since either man had spoken. The elder, of perhaps sixty years, with grizzled hair, lay motionless on the boat's bottom, both arms outflung a- cross the forward thwart, his head in a limp position, while, with each lazy roll to the smooth swells, the water that had seeped in through the Seams -three inches of it since last they had baled -washed now this way, naw that, against his legs. In the stennsheets sat the other -a young man, gaunt, emaciated, but of mag- nificent physique, a good six feet in height, and broad even beyond pro- portion across the shoulders. A beard Of many days' growth partially hid the sunken jaw and hollow cheeks, and a matted tangle of fair hair strag- gled almost into the steel -gray eyes that now had dimmed and lost their luster. His chin was cupped in his hands, his body bent forward in a crouching position, his elbows on his knees. "Kennard!" ' The younger man moved slightly - his ,name came to him as though from a far distance, sounding like the echo of some queer vagary of his own reeling brain. "Kennard!" He lifted his head apathetically, listlessly. ' The other had raised himself into a sitting posture, and was beckoning to him with one hand. Half -tumbling, half -crawling, Ken- nard made his way forward over the two intervening thwarts and sat down on the one facing his companion. "There's nothing doing, Wolfson," he said shaking his head. "'Tain't that," said Wolfson, "I ain't going to last out, that's all. May- be you will, maybe you won't; but there's something I've got to say while I can. !Have you ever heard of the Mandarin's Hoard?" Kennard hardly stirred. At an- other time those words from a dying man would have fired his imagination, thrilled him with fierce excitement - but what was it now to either to him or Wolfson, the other almost gone, himself all but as bad! The Mandarin's Hoard! The grim irony of it struck him, and he laughed hoarsely through dry cracked lips. ."As rich as the Man- darin's Hoard" -from Fiji to China, they said that, as the Occidentals said "rich as 'Croesus." He had heard many tales about it and many variations of the tales; but, in the main, they were all substantial- ly the same. A .high -caste Chinaman, an exiled mandarin named Yu Ling Chen, in revenge for his wrongs, either real or fancied, had ravaged and terrorized the Indian Ocean and . i .,11e, 'rch 0ola +o• ter at r .... u 41 v dravinn tohid Irk1 _R the' gje .. e!1' ill' ert,ioxt o the kK Sr' deapera^ tries ,and eventtaally f me nga,, sorb: Qt piratical fnuona lay., Ike had ac= cumulated a vast stereo Lef aweatzh, and; then retribution ted fallen suddenly .upon hint and had snuffled out his. profligate life; for, trapped at laet by' one of the Innumerable .expeditions that had been sent against him, bis stronghold was made a place of deso- lation, his followers were eut down to the last man, and he himself had been taken to Shanghai and executed with much eclat. But, to the government's extreme chagrin, no mote than a very modest amount of booty 'was found in the rabbers' nest, and Yu Ling Chen, obdurate before .the most ex- quisite forms of torture, had passed on to his forefathers without divulg- ing the w'hereabout of his secret hoard. 'After that, many an adven- turer besides the agents of the gov- ernment of theSacred Dragon had searched for the treasure -,and search- ed in vain. It had never been found -a circumstance that, .rather than shaking the popular belief in its ex- istence, but nursed the "Mandarin's Hoard" in imagination into more, and more fabulous •proportions. Wolfson's black, fever burned eyes played restlessly over Kennard's face. "Why do you laugh?" he asked querulously. "If you live, you will thank me; if you die -well, for a few minutes now at least it will take your mind and mine from the hell of hunger and thirst. God, if we could but numb the brain!" ' He raised himself a little higher with a quick, spasmodic jerk as his muscles responded mechanically to his sudden sweep of emotion; and then, the exertion too much for him, he fell weakly back again. "Talk then, if you can," said Ken- nard dully. "But I know the story of Yu Ling Chen -he was executed at Shanghai two years ago."' "No," said Wlolfson, after a mom- ent, during which he had lain with closed eyes; "Yu Ling Chen was nev- er executed at Shanghai., or anywhere else -it w; s his chief lieutenant, Won Sen. I think the local government knew that, too; but they were net of a mind to mar their glory by letting a little thing like that stand in the vay. Furthermore, some one else's head would probably have fallen, too, if it had leaked out that Yu Ling Chen had escaped after all. Yu Ling Chen died in my cabin, aboard the same Orissa we saw the last of I've lost track of time -was i!t• a week a- go?" - "Six days," said Kennard, leaning suddenly forward. His pulse was stirring now. The shivered, broken butt of the wrecked mast protruding a jagged foot above the gunwale, the empty water cask, the pitiless heat, the waste of oily sea the vacant places in the boat of those who had gone, the gaunt sick man before him -all seemed now a logical setting for the tale. He even grudged the other's halting pause for fear Wolfson might not be able to finish. He felt a greedy eagerness to hear it all now, like, a child that hangs on a fairy tale. Yes; Wolfson had been right, it was -dis- tracting his mind. What a queer be- ginning! What aphis brain felt wobbly again" He drove his hand a- cross his eyes and straightened him- self. "Go on!" he said. "The whole of it's a long story that I'm not equal to," Wolfson said slow- ly. "I'll give you just the bare facts. When Yu Ling Chen's neat was at- tacked and they saw that the game was up, some of his followers smug- gled him away in a small proa-but not for love of Yu Ling Chen, you understand? The men he trusted in- tended to betray him. The plot was to purchase their own immunity and hold him for a big ransom from the government. 'Ire discovered it after the second day at sea, and made. his escape from them in a sort of native canoe the urea carried. I was in command then of the Orissa, egme as when you joined us a year later; and at that time we were outbound from Singapore to 'Frisco with silk, and that's how I came to pick him up Wolfson had .been speaking with an effort; but now, as he went on, his voice seemed to strengthen as though the excitement, visibly_ growing upon him, were acting as a stimulant: "He was badly wounded, dying from that and from what I, and maybe you, though you'll hold out a bit longer, are dying from -Sever and exposure and starvation and thirst. I didn't know who he was, of course; but half an eye was enough to see that he wasn't any usual run of Chinese sail- or. He was high caste, you know, a man of rank in the old days, well edu- cated, knew English better than any Oriental I ever met, and his dress a- lone was enough, what there was of it, to mark him as out of the ordin- ary. I had put him in my cabin, and I did what I could for him. He may have been a devil and an incarnate fiend. but I didn't see any of that side of him, didn't know anything about it till the end, and by that time I had got to like him. There was nev- er a whimper out of him, but there was lots of gratitude. I nursed him all I knew like a kid, and I can see him now 'lying there on the bunk with his narrow :black eyes following me about the way they used to do all the time I was in the room -but I guess we both knew he was a goner from the first. I buried him three days out of 'Frisco after keeping life in him for near on to two weeks. The night he died he told me who he was, because he knew he was going -just as I'm telling you the story now be- cause I know I'm going." Wolfson licked at his parched lips, a grayish tinge crept into his face and a little shiver passed over him. "I ain't afraid," he said. "It's -it's just the coincidence that struck me. I remember him talking while he died and me listening -just. like we're do- ing now-'d'ye hear, Kennard? -like we're doing now." PaOLt CANADIAN NATIONAL PHOTO There is continuous charm to be discovered by the traveller in "Old Quebec.' Here is one of the etinalerbus•Siila11 fishing villages found in the Gaspe peninsula These habitant children will soon be hauling in the nets from the little fiat bottomed boats for they learn their livelihood fast. Kennard's eyes wandered over the other's face with sick petulancy. It was a better story, of course, than Robinson 'Crusoe or the Arabian Nights, or any of that sort of thing he used to pore over, very much bet- ter, only Wolfson was breaking the thread of it ---there was no sense, none at all in breaking the thread of it. " 'ye hear, Ket Lard?" on," muttered Kennard. "That night he told me who he et, 'f800 9q¢a �lRe �*' 4; Teti inti bolls OIaiewlaalra aatW ti:, At was," repeated Wolfson. "Ile 'told me too, of the treasure• and I swore to hien then that if I 'had not found it before 1 died I would pass on what I knew to some one else -that sounds queer, doesn't it? But you'll see, you will see! 1 never counted on a,this ; perhaps it's too late now, f' r in passing it on to you I'm doing little better than passing it on to the grave. No, ne!"-almost fiercely -,."something tells me you are going to live, Ken- nard --live and find what I never found. Man, rouse yourself, foree Your will to concentrate on what I'm saying! Can't you see• it's taking all that's left in me to tell it? Rouse yourself, man!" Kennard's head had drooped a lit- tle forward, but now the intensity of the ether's tones struck through to his swimming brain like a galvanic• shock, and his mind that had been playing queer fancies with the tale, wandering, and weaving the extran- eous about it, cleared, focused., He pressed both • hands upon his aching head and straightened up once more. "I'm all right again, Wolfson," he said. "I guess my head is bad, but I've got it so far. You were to tell sorrne one else and you're telling me. I won't let go again." Wolfson fumbled with a cord around his neck, and presently jerked a small oil -skin bag into view from beneath his shirt. "Take this," he said, "and look at it.•' Kennard lifted the cord over Wolf - son's head. The little bag was drawn tightly in around the top with a drawstring. Loosening the draw- string, he found that the bag contain- ed a folded piece of paper and, spreading this out upon his knee, he sat staring at it for a long time with a puzzled expression on his face. Two lines, one starting at the upper left- hand corner and the other one at the upper right-hand corner, ran in a diagonal course down the paper until they converged near the bottom -the point of contact being marked by the minutely drawn figure of a squatting idol. The lines themselves zigzagged now this way, now that, and the one on the right' was embellished with fig- ures and markings at different points along its length until, just as it ap- proached the other line, it became per- fectly straight and all figures and markings ceased. The lefthand line had no markings whatever; but it too, ceased to zigzag and became straight as it neared the meeting point, so that the two lines just be- fore they terminated approximated very closely„the two sides of an isos- celes triangle. It was a plan of some kind, obviously drawn with scrupu- lous care, but Kennard could make nothing of it -but that was perhaps because his head was very bad, and his faculties .too dulled to understand it. "That"-Wolfson,who had been watching with half-closed eyes, spoke abruptly -"is the map of what is now known as the Mandarin's Hoard, and was given to me by Yu Ling Chen himself. Put it back in the bag ane h"ng it around your neck. It's yours now. I pass it on; and I hope it will do you more good than it has done me." Kennard mechanically replaced the piece of paper in the bag, and hung the bag around his neck, ' "The Mandarin's Hoard, yes," he said slowly. "Yes, I understand; it is a map -but a map of where? Where is the place?" "I do not know," Wolfson answer- ed. "You don't know?" said Kennard • heavily, as though trying to under- stand what he vaguely felt was in some way illogical and inconsequent; then quickly: "Why, you must know, if Yu Ling Chen gave it to you!" Wolfson smiled wanly. "Would I have let two years go by without getting there if I had known? Wlhether it is an island, coral reef, -k mainland, or what -I do not now. I only know what Yu Ling Chen told me -its longitude. Listen! You must remember it: One -two -three- four -five; one -two -three -four -five!" Kennard strained forward. Was it Wolfson's mind that was failing nowwith his ebbing strength, or was it still his own dizzy head? "It is easy to remember," said Wolfson. "The firstfive numerals di- vided -that's the way Yu Ling Chen gave it to me. See? One hundred and twenty-three degrees, forty-five minutes, east." "Yes," said Kennard. "I can re- member that -the first five numeral, divided give the longitude." Deep within him he was conscious that he was listening to a strange and startling tale, a secret that men had spent vast sums to penetrate, and, spending money, had spent, tao, their lives -it should have roused him, whipped the blood through his veins in quick, fierce, pounding throbs. He wondered numbly why it didn't. It was all clear enough. He understood, quite understood, what Wolfson had said; ar,"i he would remember it, ev- ery word of it --if he lived. Ah, that was it -if he lived. The pain and suffering, the weakness that was up- on him was blunting all other sensi- bilities. Yes, that was it. Never- theless, he might live; and then -his hands went to hit head again, clasp- ing his forehead in a hard, vise -like pressure. The longitude -given the longitude, there yet remained the latitude -or else - Wolfson laughed very low, very grimly. "The line," he said, "bisects the western half, of Australia, it bisects a 'thousand islands, it bisects the Phil- ippines, it bisects Celebes, it bisects God knows what else -am I a fool? Suppose I ran down every one of there, •even then howwould I know which one was right?" "But the latitude, then -you have not got the latitude?" "No" said Wolfson. And now Kennard laughed raucous- ly, unpleasantly, mockingly. "Then what is the good of this'?' he cried, his fingers closing on the ard ht: anal g batskeen t'hssx>i as I .the • w r to grasp aid meaning,. W J, "Yes," said faon. "OAF: h of that snapis caraple'te, the' APt hand half; and 'only' the longitude. is known to me. The latitude; and. the other completed half is in the possee- sion of this other enan-rwe axe j:aint heirs of Yu Ling Chen, and one With- out the other is .powerless.' What. 'is behind that I do not know. hleithei do I know when nor why Yu Ling Chen gave away the, other half of his secret, but it must have been long ago when he was still running amuck through the Archipelago; for, though I have used every means to find this other man, I have never succeeded in obtaining the slightest trace of him." "Has name, his address -didn't. Yu CHAPTER II A STRANGE WARNING When Kennard opened his eyes a- gain it was lighte-net with the full light of day, but as with the first flush of dawn or the gray twilight of corn- ing evening. 'Hie was very weak -weaker than he had been yesterday when Wolfson had told him that strange story. Yester- day! Wolfson! Was it yesterday he had listened to that story? Was it morning Or evening now? Had he lain unconscious only through the hours of the. night or had he ezcaped the terment of another pitiless day? He raised his head -and a cry, broken, like a moaning sob, burst from his lips. Trees, ,trees, foliage cool and green in an unbroken line, stretch- ed .before him. He dashed his hands to his straining eyes, rubbing them. Yes, yes, yes; it was true! The watee lapped gently at a fringe of white sand -the boat's nose Was rubbing with a, eat caressing soirnd upon a beach! "Weilfson!"_ he cried excitedly "WloLfeen! Land! We are eavedir There VMS no answer; no movement sSos teafjp9pn 40:4 of hot ArgAtcr p Keiseben daily 4 GL particle of poisonous waste,' Maltem and hartnful acids , and gas.* are expelled from the system. Modify your ,dict, and take •geet,le exercise. The stomach, liver, kidnere and bowels are tuned up, and the pure, fresh blood containing these six salts is carried to every part of the body, and this is follovved by "that Kruschen feeling" of energetic hea/th: and activity that is reflected in brigh.t eyes, clear skin, cheerful vivacity and charming figure. from the curled form that lay for- ward in the bow. Kennard dragged ,himself over the thwarts and shook at the otber's shoulders. ! "Wolfson!" he cried again. "Wolf - Then he stared for a long while. sitting on the thwart. self at last, shaking his head. "Wolf - son's dead -quite dead!" He clambered over the boat's side into the water ankle deep, and, hang- ing on by the gunwale, staggered to the beach -and stood swaybag, his handLs gripping the boat's bow to. steady himself. "Hello, you there!" 'bawled a voice. Three forms had emerged from the line of trees, and weee running to- ward him across the sand. Kennard watched them come -they seemed to dance up and down before him very foolishly. Two were men -one was a woman. The first man had a thin,, very hollow face -he didn't like the first man very much; the other haci whiskers -he disliked whiskers. The girl was very much better -she had great brown eyes, and brown hair linffing about her face. He gripped a little harder at the baat as he lurch- ed. "Hello, you there!" said one of the - men again. "Where d'you come They had halted before him. Ken- nard's eyes ran them over, and held on the girl. "Wolfson's dead," he sa-ld in?onse- quently. "Quite dead. Is it mornin,5- or evening?' "Wolfson!" ejaculated the man with whiskers. "Wolfson!" echoed the other. (Continued next week) ENTER MODERNISM The Keenes belonged to an almost extinct type. They thought distance was something in terms of miles and hours. Not long ago after an almost disastrous episode in their lives, they "went modern." They are now ard- ent Long Distance users. Long Dist- ance is only a matter of minutes! LONDON AND WINGHAM North. Centralia 10.36 5.41 Exeter 10.49 5.54 Hensall 11.03 6.08 Kippen 11.08 6.13, Brucefield 11.17 6.22 Clinton 12,03 6.4a Londesbore 12.23 7.02 Blyth 12.32 7.11 Wingham 1.00 7.45 Wingham Relgrave Blyth Clinton Brucefield Kippen Exeter . Centralia a.m. 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. Goderich Holmesville Clinton Seaforth St. Columban Dublin Dublin St. Columban Seaforth Clinton Holmesville Goderich West. a.m. 6.20 6.36 6.44 6.59 7.06 7.11 11.27 11.32 11.43 11.59 12.11 12.25 C. P. R. TIME TABLE East. Goderich Menset IVIeGaw Auburn Blyth Walton IVIeNaught Toronto Toronto MeNaught Walton Blyth Auburn MitiGew Meneset Vroclerich 8.23 3.37 4.08 4.28 4.58 5.08 p.m. 2.32 2.45 3.03 3.10 3.17 10,04, 10.17 10.31 10.40. 10.57 5.50 0.04 6.11 6.25 6.52 10.25 a.m. 11.48 12.01 11,40.