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CHAPTER I1
SYNOPSIS
On board the Orizaba, Camilla
Dean, beautiful American girl, has
made the acquaintance of Joseph
Asad, wealthy Syrian, and Michael
Gay, American engineer going to
the East to establish a bus line
over the desert from Damascus to
Bagdad. She becomes especially
interested in Ronald Barker, who
comes aboard at Marseilles, be-
cause the night before she has
heard three men whispering out-
side her window that he must be
put out of the way before the
boat reaches Alexania. Camilla
meets Barker, tells 'him what she
has heard and, to satisfy her cur-
iosity, he tells her that he is an
American educated at Oxford and
now much interested in the Pales-
tine situation.
"What I can't understand," Barker
told Camilla, "is how people aboard
the ship found out that I was expect-
ed. You see," he went on, more delib-
erately, "east -of Suez I am not gener-
ally known as Ronald Barker, but as
someone quite different."
Ho paused and she waited, but he
said nothing more for a while. Eyl-
dently he thought that he had suffici-
ently gratified her curiosity. , •
"The name of Barker was the one
they used," she said experimentally.
"It's quite extraordinary, because I
left England at a few hours' notice
and flew direct to Marseilles just in
time to catch the Orizaba.
"Only a wireless`Wom London could
have preceded you," she suggested.
"Your enemies must have received a
message before the ship reached Mar-
seilles."
"Excellent. I• shall have to give you
a letter to Scotland Yard, pr better
.still, take- you on as my assistant in
this particular job." He laughed:
"How thrilling! Will you?"
"At -any rate you can help me find
from the purser the •list of those who
came aboard at Marseilles.•• I'll have
to get permission about private wire-
less messages."
The conversation with MT, Disstn,
the purser, who examined the list of
passengers for them, revealed little.
The people who had come aboard at
Marseilles were a party of three Am-
erican tourists, a 'Spanish Asayriolo-
gist bound for Beirut, and an Armen-
ian rug dealer of Paris and Damascus.
The latter, the pursuer said, was an
old man ,named Temoyan, utterly re-
spectable, who travelled on the Ori-
zaba 'back and forth twice a year.
-"We'll have a • talk With Monsieur
Temoyan," Barker said.
"Won't you let me, in on the secret
if you find anything in' the wireless
room?"
He laughed. "I've' alivays said that
the only requirements for a good de-
tective or secret service .operator'
were a devouring curiosity and a con-
•siderable amount of impudence."
"Of which, do you think I have the
mast?"
"None. It's too short unless it's in
twisting the letters."
She squinted at it up and down and
sideway's. "No good. Do you know
who Serrano is?"
"Yes. He was pointed out to me by
my steward. Small man, stubby
brown beard and bald head - walks
with a stick."
"And the other mes9age? To whom
was it addressed?" .
"A man named Moham:medl'Alt. But
the queer thing about it is that there
is no such person as Mohammed Alt
aboard the Orizaba,"
"That's a swell idea. Didn't the
wireless urihn know to whom it was
delivered?"
"That's the second queer thing a-
bout it. He tried one or two people;
but he didn't succeed in delivering it.
He showed it' to me just because it
was queer."
He handed the metssage to her and
she read, "Koran embrassez royale an-
tique khorhssan. Wih'at on earth can:
that Mean?"••
"Did you read it backward•?' No,
that doesn't make sense'The first
letters? K-E-R-A,K.' That spells Ker-
ak, That doesn't mean a thing to me"
either. Kerask. What's Kerak? It
might be Arabic."
He tried to keep the look of in-
terest- out of his eyes but she did
not miss it. "You've discovered some-
thing. What is it?"
"Nothin. Nothing , at all."
Size peered at him keenly.
"Kerak," she said again, frown.
ing. "Kerak. I remember now-
here on the ship an article about
Syria in a magazine. In the ship's
library. El Kerak! I have it! A
bandit who roams ,east and south' of
the Lebanon Mountains, terrorizing
the natives. This article said he was
a kind of oriental Robin Hood, little
better than; a thief and an assassin,
but with moments of great generos-
ity,
"Did it say that?"
"It's curious," she gasped. "Wait a
moment!"
And before he had time for a word
in reply she'had- darted into the com-
panionway.
In the corner of the saloon were
the bookcases and magazines. In a
few moments Camilla had found what
she had come for, a copy- of the Geo-
graphic Magazine for the month of
July of the previous year. An article
by an American newspaper man. She
skimmed the pages rapidly. Pictures
of the Lebanon Mountains, views of
Damascus, camps of Bedouis
and then -here it was -Et Kerak, a
photograph of, the Syrian bandit at
the flap of his tent; another one, a
better one, a candid shot in the full
blaze of sunlight as he was mounting
his horse, possibly taken without his
knowledge. He wore the convention-
al flowing white robes and kaffiyeh,
a 'small mustache and an incipient
beard. She. gave .a gasp of surprise
and rose, aware that Barker had fol-
lowed her from the deck outside and
now stood beside her chair,
"Mr. Barker, I've made a discovery.
Quickly Camilla said, "And, now it is time to turn in-"
"It's difficult to eay."
He wanted, to be polite to her, for
the sheer force of her magnetic .inter-
est had made him say a lot of things
he had had no intention of saying
about''himself. She hail been a -great
help to •him, put hint on his guar'"d
against men ':trio• were befit on . mis2
chief, and he was very grateful to her.
On his way down from the •wireless,
room he decided to take heir still far-
ther into his confidence, ,
And so, when he joined her again
on deck, he 'brought out the wireless
messages. "The East has 'taught me
'fatalitin,; Camilla Dean. I Wender. if
you'd care to look at these wireless
codes I've picked out." • -
"Thrilled!"
"This one is to the Spanish Assyrio-
logist Jose Serrano and beat% the
London mark." He handed. hell a
typed message and she moved to the
dight of the !smoking room• ..vitindose.
'Deg: irfriCsa: Sagauche." Three
'words, that 'eras. >xIt iss.O'stko, ,
"Can't Make a tli ixg out d'f 14, he
said,, "Om you?',
Oduitila.oUziled, "Rather cled'ef', if
meant .aniythinlg. • Have you airy
id'ea.e:?"
Please look. Pictures of Ronald Bar-
ker in nnasquerade. Excellent pic-
tures, and the likeness unmistak-
able-"
He took the magazine from her
hand, turned over the pages and then,
"Astonishing resemblance; twilit it?" he
said, almost too carelessly this time,
"Very. The mask is off. Admit it,
Ronald, Barker:"
He Seemed really disturbed and she
had a good deal of quiet pleasure from
her triumph. He took the magazine
from her fingers again, looked at the
pictures, then, putting it under his
'arias; turned toward the door of the
gangway.
"Come," he said quietly. "Let's go
out on deck again. Do you mind'?"
They .reached the rail where they
could continue their Conversation
beyond • the reach • of listeners. "I
suppose I might attempt to carry
on, , but I'm afraid you've get • the
goods'on in as we say in the t7,S•.A.
Tin sorry , yoti'Ve found me out, You
see," I've moved about is.i: Syria ,and
Palestine With the utmost freedora
:andanew, possibly, I'll have to find a
new personality, a n'e+ identity."
"I Heol that %'l'il% lie iititeasarY,"
I 'v
she 'said quietly. "We'll , end that
story now." She took the magazine
from his lingers and dropped , it into
the sea, He glanced 'at her and then
muttered the one word, "Thanks."
"But you've got the story; I may
as well tell, you. There's a price set
on El Kerak's head by the French and
:by •.the British-"
-which they will never have a•
chance to pay:"
"Exactly," he finished.
There was la silence made more de-
finite by this swish of foam and the
rising wind. "Well,". he said at last,
"what are you going'to do about it?"
"What can be done about it? Noth-
ing. And what's the answer to the
mystery of the wireless about Kerak?
It's just a huge joke. Who is Moham-
med Ali?"
"He may be anyone. It's a name as
common' in Mohammedan countries as
John Smith is in the United States."
'And the wireless operator could
tell you nothing?"
Barker shook his head. "He receiv.
ed the message and tried to deliver •it,
thinking it was a mistake. But Ma-
hmoud Daoud, the only person with a
similar Egyptian or Arabic name re-
fused to receive' it."
"And the sender?"
"A certain ',James Robinson; ad-
dress, Harwich , Crescent, London,
England. That ended the investiga-
tion."
•
"Well, what's the answer?"
"The answer is -that you're not the
only' one who knows: MY secret. The
answer is that someone in London;
perhaps someone,, aboard the Orizaba,
knows who the bandit El Kerak is
and who I am."
He turned inboard slowly and faced
her with a gravity she had not been
aware of before. He took her by the
elbows and held her ,firmly. She did
not ,resist him. Indeed, she could. not.
For there was both strength and gen-
tleness in his grasp. She felt herself
drawn closer to hint --closer to him
because of that service.
"I have been a fool," he said. "I
have talked, to you as I have never
talked before to a woman, letting you
guess secrets that', are a part of my
work in Syria. Why did you make me
talk? Don't you realize that if -you
tell what you have heard you may
ruin me?"
"I -I'11 never tells -Your secrets are
safe with 'me.," .
"I1 you' mean what you say,' give
me a pledge of your loyalty. Kiss
me on the lips. It is the only thing.
that will do.".
His grasp seemed to grow gentler
as well as firmer and she slowly yield=
ed. It was a kiss that seemed to ha*e
a more poignant meaning than_ • the
mere spirit of -Fa pledge or a threat,
and she forgot for'the moment •in that
dim corner of the deck where they
stood that 'it w•tis only the day '.before
yesterday that she had met, him. Slow-
ly she dreW back, hear head bent in
a sudden realization of what had hap-
pened to her.. He made no effort to
hold her again, just stood, his arms
at his sides.
She turned away for' a moment to.
regain her composure and found that
she was more shaken than she had
thought. •
"I -I-" she gasped, and then, as
words failed her, thrust forth a hand
-the hand of friendship. "I -I won't
betray you'," she said.
He had taken her hand quickly,
but she broke away from him -and
moved, smiling, into the moonlight
which seemed suddenly to make
things clear, to them both. It Was
the assurance of her smile that re-
stored him to sanity. And her level
brows and calm gaze seemed to
convince him that she was not of
those who kiss and tell.
"Don't you understand," she asked,
"that I couldn't betray you now?"
He was silent, aware of a fine mom-
ent. "Thanks," he said.
And that was all of the incident,
Extraordinary for Camilla -a mixture;
of the madness of the East of which
he was a part and a kiss of earnest
assuranee that made the affair and its
results inevitable.
"And now," she said, "it is time to
turn in'-"
"Until tomorrow."
Camilla and Barker walked aft just
as the figure of 'Nicholas Stephanov,
the friend of Joseph Asad, emerged
from the shadow where he was 'pac-
ing the deck and smoking a last oig-
arette,
At the comlpanionway -to her state-
room Ronald Barker left her. "Good
night," he said gently.
"Be careful," she whispered...
He laughed lightly and disappeared
in the shadows.
Camilla went into her stateroom,
closed and locked the door but did
net Switch on the light. She sat on
the edge of her bed looking out of
the French window and listening.
Familiar .•.soundt 'the' -yogurt-Steward,
fussing around with his dishes, pie
Heavy tread of a deckhendl of the euid•
watch going the monde, the ship's
bell striking twice. She looited at her
vaatolv-•one o'clock. •
(Ctitin+ued NOti 'Week)
lilwyers have rare thin a
streak of the The ppfan u theirMa
I!, anti will War say roti"e fraIp.,
gedian to clown, 8•u caller 'to BOO a
favorable jury vO dict. .IR Zowa.' ria-
coz tly, a lawyer turned:, *self into
a Pincushion' to win .a cafe, . O man
•+Claimed that as a result of a head in,
jury in a .train accident he' was. I'apl
ing into, a. mental dOeline..•To ,prove it,
he pricked the top .of hie head with
a pin: and testifiedthat he felt no
pain. Horrified jurors were ready to
award juicy damages when the rail-
road. lawyer asked fora recess. Re-
turning to the court room with a paper
'of pins he trust them into his owns
perfectly 'bald scalp till she resembled
an animated porcupine.
"I'm going into a mental decline,
too," he announced, parading clown-
ishly before the jury.
Amid roars of laughter, he won the
a slot of pain -deadening novocain
had. been injected into the lawyer's
bald pate during the recess.
William J. Fallon, the Great Mouth-
piece, successfully, defended 127 mur-
ders; no jury ever .returned a death
yerdict against any of' his clients:. A
rival once asked him: "How do you
win so many acquittals?" Fallon re-
plied,• "Most lawyers try to make a
jury favorable to their client. The
thing to db is to make them favorable
to you, yourself. After that it's as
easy as shooting fish in a barrel."
Fallon's stark audacity enabled him
to snatch seemingly ` doomed' clients
off the hot -seat. Once while defend-
ing a homicide case, the Great Mouth-
piece noted that fiyre members of the
jury were Catholics. His client was a
Methodist,. but Fallon, was never one
to be boxed by narrow bigotries. So
he bought a rosary and, told his: client
to carry it in his breast pocket wrap-
ped in a handkerchief. The client
felt that a rosary would bring him
bad luck, but Fallon assured him that
everythingwas fairly reeking of all
right. On the last day of the trial,
Fallon's eloquence spiraled the de-
fendant up to such a pitch that he
burst into tears, and pulled out his
•handkerchief. As he did so, the ros-
ary fell to the floor. At this . unex-
pected manifestation of piety, the
hearts 'of the five Catholic jurymen
were pierced: 'A " hung" jury. resulted,
and the defendant was 'a'cquitted.
The resourcefulness of the brilliant
English barrister, Sir Edward •Mar-
shall Hall;' was revealed in his defense
of a libel suit brought against Lord
Beaverbrook - by Lady Terrington.
Claiming that her reputation had suf-
fered severely from a statement made
about her clothes •• in Beaverbrook's
Daily Express., she asked' exorbitant
damages. m
Sir Edward timed the case so that
its concluding 'phase should fall on
Armistice' Day, and arranged 'that the
two minutes of national silence at 11
a,m. would interrupt "his summation
to the jury. As the hour struck, his
voice was raised high in impassioned
argument, but he brake off dramatic-
ally. Everybody rose. Hall stood•
transfigured; from a contentious bar,
ri3ter, he became a somber statute of
mourning. After the two minutes of
silence, Sir Edward resumed solemn-
ly.
"Members of the jury,'", he' said, "we
have just commemorated our, greatest,
national sacrifice. We have all suf-
fered 'grievous losses 'from. the war.
And how" -Hall wheeled on the plain-
tiff --"we turn from the painful re,
membrance Of our heroic sacrifices to
the trifling grievances of this lady."
Lady Terrington's vanity, set against
an epic period of English history,
could.not stand the test. -She did not
get a farthing. '
No histrionic touch is neglected by
the trial lawyer' in his effort to turn
the jury's brain to butter.. Max Steu-
er, whose, regular fee was $1;000' a
clay, always wore, cheap clothes . to
court: "Corporation lawyers can wear
a morning coat," he said, "but I don't
grant to be dressed any better than
the jurors."
Stetter never carried a brief case,
but brought his papers into court tied
up in wrapping paper. To show that.
he had no secrets to conceal; he would:
spread his documents in full view of
opposition counsel. When large sums
were at stake, Steuer ,would lay his
pocketbook on the, table,to- give the
impression he - was a simple-minded
fellow who trusted everyone.
Appearing before rural jurors, Clar-
ence Darrow always removed his coat
to show -and snap -his galluses. In-
variably he chewed on a wisp of hay.'
In reading legal documents to the
jury, he .stumbled over words of more
than two syllables. In• clashes with a
"city" lawyer, Darrow ,purposely ap-
peared bewildered. The spectacle of
a fellow rustic being pushed around
by a metropolitan slicker usually won
the jury over.
The lawyer makes his most telling
impression during cross-examination.
To bully even a recalcitrant witness
is dangerous, however, because the
jury's sympathies may swing to the
underdog. Whenever Max Steuer sus-
pected a witness was lying he would
become friendly and sympathetic, lur-
ing the perjurer to his doom.
A superb example of this occurred
during the Triankle shirtwaist trial.
A New York. factory had burned; the
oaanexa,,,.,;asfended bL t ? ;. were ac-
cused of causing the death of 100
girlsby ordering that a certain exit
be kept locked. As a girl survivor
told her harrowing story, the juror's
l'1 y In-
*Wept;pt; a verdict of.. �gti ty sedmed
evitalilo.•
Steuer believed that the girl vias.
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telli,i
e a iib e>", waei . e tl €ls5 p x
%.he,e';,
telly ur;;'
Tl;�js -tale was r'e ated , 'situ' ,hof+'
word•, Then. t'euer a,id. l t►dl ::
`Xatle, olFdier' to clear 'ai' ole or
two pointe, please tell ycilur story auneoi
more."
After the third, recital', Steuez' oak,'
ed: "Katie, Iiaaven't you forgotten p=`'
word?„
Katie thought intently. ""'lies, sir,'
I forgot ,one. word." .
"Well, tell the story again and put
that word in."
Katie obliged_ The jury, convinc-,
ed that the girl had been coached by
the prosecution until she had learned
her story by' heart, ignored her.testi-
mony, and exonerated Steuer's cli-
ents.
Once Steuer was :cross-ekamd'ning a
state senator accused -of. bribery.
Wishing to prove the man was dis-
honest, Stetter asked in the midst of
routine testimony: "Parlez-vous fran-
cais?" "I don't understand," the wit-
ness replied. "That's odd," said Stett-
er, "because I have here a record
showing that yo4i once passed a Civil
Service examination in French with a
grade of 190 per cent-" Then he shot.
in a hard -voiced reply: "Did you pay
someone else to, take the examination
for you?" Opposing counsel immedi-
ately objected, but Steuer had deftly
planted the belief that the roan was
a :habitual dealer in bribes. •
Discrediting expert testiraony is ef-
fective strategy -if it can be done.
William Howe, famous New York law-
yer of a generation ago, was a genius
at puncturing this type of witness.
Once Rowe defended! a man accused
of poisoning h'ia mother -in -lain with
syanide. The state's chief witness,
the coroner, testifiedthat he had
smelled the drug's unmistakable burnt
almond odor emanating from the.
corpse.
"Since you place great confidence in
yqur sense of smell, you won't mind
submitting to a 'little test?" suggest-
ed Howe pleasantly, He presented a
rack containing ten phials,' each filled
with a liquid having' a familiar odor
such as peppermint, cloves, gasoline.
He first, circulated the phials among
the jurors, who recognized several
familiar odors and wriggled their nos-
es at the gasoline fumes issuing from
the last phial submitted to them:
' When the 'coroner took the test he
unaccountably failed to identify nine
of the 'ten odors. Howe knew that
gasoline affects the oldfactory nerves
so that no other odor can be distin-
guished for several Minutes, and he
had handed. the coroner the gasoline
phial first. The witness's testimony
was thus invalidated, and Howe's
1 arII. e 7 1ilfdini �
pplit taatiltl
Iiifhole.a bM #r, I
Rice F,es tq adtd , a
ShoppIIng,Dis ot.r
1,10104,
''l
en; went' free.
The famous Abe Hu
esented an insurance:ompa
damage .surf The Plain ff•statOct'
in Tailing downy an elevator shaft hi
shoulder had been se rerely injures
and that he was unable to raise hl
right arm. - • ,
"Please show the jury how high you
Can raise your arm," Hummel said.
Gingerly, the :plaintiff brought his air
up to ear level. "Now show us ho'c ..
high yor could raise it before you; .
were injured," urged Flulmsnel,
witness shot his arm high above , hie -.
head and: the jiigge broke his gavel
try'ng tq subdue the laughter.
wyers have risked death to Win
a favorable verdict. A New York at-
torney named Gavitt once defended a
domestic Borgia accused of putting'
arsenic id her husband's birthday
cake. ' The prosecutor presented evi-
-
dence that the wife had .purchased
arsenic -and brought the remains of ..
the fatal cake into icourt. Making no
attebpt to deny this damning evi-
dence,
vidence, Gavitt m'erely'said to the jury:
"you have heard testimony that this
cake has been poisoned. To show
that this is nonsense, I shall eata
piece of it.
He munched a hunk of the lethal
pastry, smiled and sat down:- Flab-
bergasted, the jury retired; 15 min-
utes later the foreman peeked out,
expecting 'to .see the attorney in the
death agony. But Gavitt sat calmly.
filing his nails. In a short time the .
jury returned `a verdict of "not guil-
ty." Gavitt then hurried to the men's.
room where, by prearrangement, doc-
tors used a stomach pump ;to remove
the poisoned; cake.
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Chi stow may, lead a man into many
errors, but it justifies none --Fielding.
To follow foolish precedents -and
wink .with both our eyes is easier
than ,to think. -Cowper.
Give to the world the best you have
and the best will come'back..to you.
CkeSNAPSI4OT GUILD
NIGHT PICTURES EVERYWHERE
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Modern films and fast lenses allow night sport shots such as this -snap
shots, not time exposures -even without special photo lights. This is a
. "golden age" for the camera fan.
ONCE there was a time when, to
get your picture taken, you
had to sit still for ten minutes In
brilliant sunshine, with your face
powdered white as snow so it would
reflect more light. Ten minutes -
think of it. And then compare this
ordeal with today, when snapshots
can be taken in a mere fraction of
a second -either in the daytime or
at night -and with the most inex-
pensive cameras.
Yes, photography has certainly
made tremendous strides. Today,
with modern high speed films, you
and other camera fans can take pic-
tures practically anywhereat any
time. With inexpensive photo bulbs,
you can get splendid snapshots at
night even if you have just a box
camera. And if your camera has a'
fast lens, you don't even need the
extra lights in many cases.
For example, if your lens is as
fa8t as 1/3.5, you cati take snap-
shots of many (well lighted) night -
sports events wrestling, boxing
events, baseball or :softball gamed,
ice skaters under a spotlight, and
similat subjects: Not time ex{ros.
urea, but snapshots. You ' Can 'snap
_.pictures of actors on: e, theater stage,
and pictures'of the 'crowds out trait
udder the bright' marquee. And
there's no special technique to it:•�
*ort jil8t load the caln'ei'a'With ,IOU
el5eed iilrfl, 'alien up the lerta to the
.0.03.1311g, Set the ebttttt* at
'e i/2.,t &, a.iid shtidt.
With such possibilities as that,
it's no wonder that more and mere
camera fans are taking up the finer
cameras with faster lenses- Be-
cause, of course, a fast -lens -camera
can also be used for all other kinds
of snapshots. If the light is bright
and clear -sunshine, or photo lights
-you just close the lens down to
a smaller opening. Or, if you're
xshooting a fast -action subject, you
just set the shutter for more speed.
Blither way, the fast -lens camera
helps you get what you want.
At home, too; a line camera gives
yotx many snapshots that you
couldn't get with a slow -lens cam-
era. I have at hand a tittle card-
board exposure guide Which tells,
the exposures for' ordinary -heroin
lighting. It cost °a dire. And believe
it or not, With an f/3.5 lens you
can take snapshots at 1/25 second
on high speed film with ,three or-
dinary 100 -watt bulbe,'•'i1a.oed' three
feet from the ekbj'eet. "!hose are f
bare bulbs; if you used reflectors'
witli them, f/4,5' would cit, Con-
sider how convenient that 18 tri; tak-
ing
ating snapshots of the !baby, -or" older
fonts atvhome:
Yore;. , at fioi a of away, ilior eitii
Alms: and line medei'nt taitiel'a5 Sti '
able us .to do, remarkable things
'Whether ' we're ; 'begihlaet'a r►it .1
louts .tt'a a Wandtithi1: h,gi --ii
tamer '' a ark. i'tittanifig .t
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