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- I wondered how much of this car- opened from it. And maybe it '1‘ K In. development we: engineered by I lit" that shady the “3‘00”.” Kappa“ herself. It waan't . p“. of Sonthley Dorm. hu instilled it: Fiairii; plenum thing to think poi-on into my nerve- that I did WM Of course, girls in “a, we no} remember to stop and knock. »hl . right to play ali theifeards With the memory of the: We 7'. will “so love of . desirable man. calm behind me, I hurried m the sin a. all $eIitimates--P tair. But an“ "te. The door Opened softly be “cu-ame- it seemed to me that she ne-th my hand. :‘-.I|d have preferred to thy with The scene in the candle-lithe In I‘m-t of in. but that tome imam, like I table-u. The light 'II Io - power, mysterious and immut- 'tart/me bled, the scion "ood to 3M denied it. That power VI: motionless. With ann- leniu upon Aetht Josephine'. aged father. the _ the little m-hogany table in the cen- ‘* Hayward. or both. ter of the den stood Vii-l Hayward. N luv-rd end I were having llThere In . drunken look lbw: MIN cigar together. My wrist him; yet I knew it we: not from indium] I few minutes “in _ wine. Hits Nee we: flu-had. intent. And then Berni-d saw I nhrgWith the table between them, u if m in the moonlight of theifor - xhield, Josephine need him. noon. "Don't come n ate; neuter," lb. ‘I In lard to see It first Some‘ Mid " the door orteeted. The elder Hayward and I were strolling on the course, and a few 'minntes before our host had heend with us. He had gone into the house some errand. Josephine was with Villa on the veranda, and his: chnir was drawn close to hers. At first l, mn't thinking about Hayward orl Ahmad either. I was remembering} with what astounding fortune Villa and 30nphine always seemed to r) done together. It was a Mining thing. I couldn't think of my Conscious effort in that direction. Yet seemingly powers in the sky were always throwing them together. In one instant, nll the oc- ean-nu of Southley Downs would be on the veranda together; in the next, I map of us would have wandered of. and Vilas and Josephine would it Ilene. kl? "He said when he came through the long hall that leads from the drawing-room stomething walked be- fore him. It was in the shadows, and he could not see it plain. He asked us if we kept a great yellow and black dog, a hound as large, or larger, than a Great Dane." Josephin"e's eyes were full and in, tent upon mine, and the sentence died away. The silence of the vast mom was the kind to be listened to in remote deserts, or in the moun- tain nights. "Yes'." I urged her. "It isn't very pleasant," she warn- "A doctor has the right to know all the symptoms" "Just a few nights after his ar- rival. Vilas Hayward came in to dinner with a curious look of ques- tion on his face. He said he had seen something." "A few weeks ago the details be- [In to vary. It was after my fa, ther's old friend, Mr. Hayward, and his son came to visit us. But tell me this first. Would you say the younger Mr. Hayward would be troubled with faulty nerves?" "Remember, he has spent nearly 3 month in this house. After a month in it, you’ll jump, too. I menu, under ordinary conditions, uny from this atmosphere." “I snw him jump tonight when the owl booted? N would certainly say that Vilas lurtard had no nerves to trouble “My father and some of the ser- vants went out-both Ernest and I were awny at school. They couldn't In in the shadows-hut my father "r' that beyond ttll chance of doubt some living creature bounded through the thickets in front of them. It might have been a calf-or even a large dog. tBatmirtDr.L-uattraetedbr I girl, who Inter hints. Dr. [on but: her, Ind looking into her bag, h atrtmmded to find . loaded revolver. Dr. Lou meets Ahmad Das, In Oriental, who conducts him to South- Icy Down, when he meets Mr. Southley and his son Ernest South- ur, Mr. Hayward and his son Villa, and then Josephine Southey, who ia the qirl he had met on the tnin. Josephine tells him the story of Sonthley Downs and its ghost, which in not the ghost of a human being but of I tiger. Now read on-- WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE Dr. Lou. out mm; with Alu- - Home, l detective. an: of his man: trip to Soudduy Dom “Vi-n him to keep " eye: - - whilo there. On the In .xmsh.rdtoseestttrst. Some h tun-tun ya dancing; dong "hretttwardrm--aomettsinethit -dmehamietotverrtatt. We P._fi!!tedraiteesrhere- hell-brie. 'berttutrttetoeettrqerest-y, Int/madman”... Inf!“ hnwkmth“ Ivan imitmdumub ".qrertdmeuri-se,aatdetrr. 'itetta-nr.Th.etmte. I “theme-n t..tot+ Tata-ttr {a CHAPTER III Atison Marsh” , i"M"tiii2elilTgri"2i"i2Nrf.'C?; smouldering. The “I.“ V... andbulhdI-nihlnhhy tteforehermt-.-id In: lost in It. he! " “I with. “phylum-nth.- 00-3!“ wmywwhmu Herfuemwhlhumm that burned henna them, In It... were deep, and - M a. m onoulderine. The “I. in. V... I thought I had better warn the occupants of the house. There might be windows to clue, or other preps nations. The library Wu Empty: but I heard voices in the den that opened from it. And maybe it was a sign that dandy the atmosphere of South!” Down- has instilled in poison into my nerves that I did With the memory of that writers-nu calm behind me, I hurried m the not: m. The door opened softly be heath my hand. There was I tampons“, a heaviness, in the lit. It obviously the calm be. fore one of those blinding, crushing Floridian thunderstorms. W4 Then his face grew into a scowl and he entered the house. "If you'd go in, Long, and look at Ahmad's hands," he told me, "you'd find 'em with mud on 'em.' "Why, Mr. Hayward?' "Because he was crawling up um hill-on hands and feet'.' We walked up to the veranda and halted for an instant on the steps for a last look over the marsh. There was a ring aropnd the moon that promised rain. We listened to the night birds and the noise of the in. sect world, like the strum of a banjo infinitely remote, above the drear, gray wastes. Then Hayward touched my arm . "That isn't it. That isn't quite it, Long. Oh, the devil! It's nonsenst, anyway." --yet there was something puzzling about it." "I'll confess I didn't recognize him at once." "Did-did you see anything curi- ans about - about Atypad’s posture "Besides, what would a man want to walk around in those jungles for?" he went on, unheeding me. "Tell me that?" Then his voice changed~ dropped tone by tone until it was al- most a whisper. "And tell me this. too; Long-and tell me the truth." vision. It was Ahmad Du. Be 17;: com- ing in from one of his long walks. Hlywud tuned behind me, And In I moved back the back of our hands touched. "Those walks of his! Why don't Southley forbid 'em? I will if he don't. I’ll be damned if I’ll have him walking through those jungles and creeping up on us this way!" "Creeping" up' on us?" Vi "What way?" W "‘v p-.-“ as he came up the hilf? Of course. it was probably just the moonlight Irayward'stett cold. Whatever had been fancy md wrong perspec- tive before, this “a the truth. His should have been. Evidently it had all gone up to his brain, playing strange trick; with it. Ahmad bowed_ta us " he paased. "Good Lord!” Hayward breathed. "I wasnt looking for that wretch." "He was just coming in from qne of his walks." moonlight or the undo“. It wt have been simply u mm: of per- npective. At one. we - tho It!“ in; form that below. had my had the dimension- Ind cumin. of a huge dog VII jut the {was of I man. 1tatrhadbeeas-trsts mountains to know that the moon And the when and the jungle: play strum. trick: on - and echoed "What has this will: ”to do with the rel-tinn- H'e- J~hine and my m?” he shim. "quhnn-Mlh- I‘d-d. " thatinthe_,ttmttr-it more and: m can. mall-g. Manitoulhhghmmu nthnuhm.wht&m than. Tell Mm, M he Punch-vie... moi-combs. It med to m that the girl opened her lips to went. But be- fore the ward. came, the (“a Rva ward had Insured for bar. was bagels-nu in it, Ind the - my boat. “Sir. if ttGe In any ex- punatiorttobe-itnrat-eto come from m daughter." " In I curious exp: "me to the old man'- lily: ”and to m Ill facet! the batman old (one that Gi "If he'd taken are of himself. you'd be laying - this table now -with your Mood spoiling I mod Oriental rue," the older Hayward amtwered with "areitte malice. “I'm not sure but that Kd ought to have done it. I believe it's up to you, Long, to give I ssatiMnetor, “plun- "Your son is sufficiently able to take cure of himself. I hope," I lug- seated. to know that, and so has he. And so have you. It isn't the my it's done over there. If a man's struck the other pays." "He struck me." Vila said min and again. "What are you troiatt to do about it. Southley? 1rou've got just ten minutes to turn him out of this house-or else I'll go instead." "Let's forget it-" the old man "Let's forget it-" tiie old answered with utter ventineu. "Forget nothing, Soathlev'." he ex- claimed. "We've got to get to the bottom of this. If my son Ina struck, he's got to have satisfaction, I lived long enough on the continent His father took the pistol from his hands. and put it in his pocket. Southley sighed a little, and placed his candle on the table. The girl rose up behind us. and I was united at her self-control. lt had Ill come back. t The dark fell over us. The sound of the storm obliterated his breath, Hug. " was the truce of darkness- a truce remembered from primal days. "He struck me," he cried. "The devil struck me. He's trot to apolo- gize. He found me with Josephine, and he struck me as if I were a dog." Vilas smamed at us. q der-madness was on him yet, He hastened about the table, and my aged host leaped in front of me. I tried to push him away; and his answer was a laugh-one grim syl- lable of laughter, ironical. - "He won't kill me," he said. “I'm the goose-that lays the golden eggs: He wots't kill me." I had no delusions about what he would do with it. The drawn face, the smouldering eyes, told all too plainly. He was too far for me to leap at him. So I struck out the candle. I don't knuw how long it tinned when Hayward and came. Their forms snddvnly in the open door; and each carried candles. Vilas still held the pistol; and glvamn-d in the candlelight. s "Vilas'." his father called. " down that thing!" The girl Btippsd hinting to be low. I Answered him mm mun, and muddle (it! into my If... I " the lid: at the room when ti; two had evidently been sitting; "- turttedtomeettheman. HON I knew that the girl wu unam- ing. The sound rose above the min of the storm, I leaped for him, but he whirled about the table before I could reach him. He tore the pistol from the bag. It glittered in his hand. Int"tthotmar'rimr followed me are. tha toga]. not six feet Wu between us. "I think. Dr. lam," Vila cried, "that you’re altogether too oiBeious. You’d better keep oat of this" I am not just sure what 1 un- awared him. But primal pas-ions had wntened in me, too, And the words were straight. He leaped " M'and I met him with a blow. He reeled, then naught .t tite table. And his hand reached for the liken bag on the table. " hare "ouintt to expuin." Then dt clue. © Us. The mur ' it had cun- md Southley oly appeared >ach of them that In "Put -- ‘-_____,__ than." "w- than. m- of trrttituered-A..aerii. and I a.AiiurTua" fair." of " “mt-then who in nth: on 'r It? “PM no -ee-.aet nun. numJl-loullvu. 'u'tre,t-t-rt-ifiGi'-ti, our-dumb; Bob... tTe'hinrrk.rtr-uadiuii'a “thou-unlined. [cw-am y1t,tPmh1euerrkU.Gii"r- phhly. And to ----tmt “I whim" Ltrrttyrr-uor. . cit-r eat-ah-t ”11:30.02"; m, Bert that tmtt quit. MI. In. but it ' II- A,I| .- -- H atrterturtr irritiirtoTiiuiiit '- "Hi-fry?!" I qehtm& “You a.“ ing home. I nuppou he luv the ghost4iur Boatirsq through the ate, or riding a brooemtie- "Nothing quite to bis-m u that, I'm sorry to say. Harb- 1 NR lightly. bat I'm feeling rather Kri- ou, lame. If our tieer had but nothing except ride a broom, or " or something, it would have has: a good legend to tell out that!” was! to in good vintages. Bin In- fortmnttly -1 our tieer but who! wu- of whitening Iii-hell. All he did was frighten loaf: btme-eod lam M. m in an unu- l The ma nah - ink-t (In-1 “Hasn't old Hayward told you? He and my father have been out talking to the servant.» just a little thaw. He's quite an old beast, you know. Well. the minted purple say he is walking min tonight.” "Un't it? We have an old gar,- dener that we all More. In. in in town today, and he also Inch riding a home about eleven o'clock. Rather it In ”new Mac eleven, because you And the older furward were out on the to]! new for your Ute evening huh.” “we; little mini}; iGiCism,t u I drop P 'sleep,') I mm "Heavens, what" 1 Mega; iriTir claimed. "f slippage you’ve 'seardi 'rhetrattout the tiger?" "Of course, I law" the )egend. Anything new?" I found young .Southtey sittinx before a Iittte tire in the library, and he called to me u I passed. In spite of the warmth of the night, the little fume looked hospitable and kindly. p The girl 'cluped her father's hands. A world of appeal In: in herliark eyes. me," I told them Iimply. “It. Southley, I ham only done what uy American nun would bare to do, and I an? Ind won't apologize to lnyone. l have curried out the oMiWrtion of 1 guest to his but in the way my instinct. told me. Noth- ing will make me believe that I did wrong. " in evident that you up- hold what these other men Bar- and your duster upholds them, too. And if you will have my has brought to me, I will go at once.” "He ctut't Co, in this storm." lb: told him. "The road along the levee isn't safe. Tell him he ean't go tilt the storm is over." "A good wetting might teach him manners." he suggesteg. "What about u, Suuthley‘3" The tone was insistent, Ind per- haps it had a acornful quality, too. The elder Hayw-rd chonled from beyond the table. - Ivy-Ilka. “Sh In- “an. to with! [Wyn-'dmtomuw 8eruthurtoumeNtt-i-tr. oe-.raohbumrrmr-" 1iooudntttt.Iirkaadno- "hit-ativ%a,"rtnH .e1eef',i'r11eePt-yeltlituTir. ‘lt'ltblwnth “uranium Nubia-1m- [wk-miguuummm a“ "mum. "tho-bu,bufl-doclnnd‘hhnui’rmmmuhhu “in!!!” 'Pt.tP"ymh"NiatuGtGa"iaaririi'VC'ai for her ather's tim.ai-d an. “I or m "by when she foundhermwer. uni-hm... unn- “He's right, Dr. Lou," the cold no. “You nut min your an tx- ptanatious." "it seems tho odds no min-t. 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