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Josephine Southley begins to show some warmth toward Dr. Long during the course of the investigations of the murder. In the library, Dr. Long meets Vilas Hayward. Both watch the Oriental, Abmad Das, who is halfâ€" obscured in the dim light. There was an effect of silence, too, possibly induced by the accentuation of the faint sounds that were present. It seemed to me that I could hear distinctly the rustle and whisper of portieres dragged on the floor by the wind. A window shade wavered with the faintest stir of sound. Then there were the hushed, manifold sounds of the night that came hushed and strange through the noisesâ€"noises so Vilas‘s face was lighted by the nearest candle. 1 could really see it more plainly than any other detail in the room. The fact fascinated me at first. All other things were dim and blurred and unreal; but it was sharp and clear. And even this early in the drama it had a quality that was disâ€" turbing to the spirit. He had endured much these last three days. to perceive "Good God! Where is every one?" he exploded at last. "Ahmad! Ahmad The servant arose and came near him, half obscured in the shadows. He stood straight and tall. "Yes, sahibâ€"" ' "Where is everybody? Southley and his son ought to be back by now. What direction have they gone?" not turn "She has gone, too. I don‘t know where. The detectives are spending the day across the marshâ€"on the height." "But it‘s time they were back by | now. Good Lord, what did they go} there for, when the trouble is here? | Here, I tell you, and you know it, too.{ Ahmad. You know it too devilish well." ! "Damn your black face!" Then Vilas tried to regain his lelfâ€"P control. We saw him struggling. The fight was inscribed on his face. And| it was a hard fight, tooâ€"a losing‘ fight. For a long moment he was quiet, and Ahmad Das resumed his . furniture dusting. He bent lower and | lower, and once more he was on his knees. Masonic Service For Congressâ€" man at Large Who Died In Chicago RATHBONE FUNERAL IS HELD LAST WEEK Meary Rathbone, Hlinois congressâ€" man at large, and G. O. P. candidate for reâ€"election, who died early last week, was buried in Rose Hill cemeâ€" tery following the Masonic service in the Oricntal Consistory, 919 N. Egarâ€" boro strcet, Chicago. The services were conducted by Kenwood No. 800. Mr. Rathbone was born in 1870 in Washington, D. C.,. where he lived for the first nine years of his life. He «pent the next three years in Europe with his parents and on his return entered Phillips academy at Andover, Mr. Rathbone‘s father, Major Henry "R. Rathbone, was an officer of the 12th United States infantry during the civil war and was a member of the presidential box party as a speâ€" cial aid to the president when Linâ€" coln was assassinated. Mass. _ He was graduated from Yale | university: in 1892 and took up the | study of law in the Albany Law school. He later attended the Uniâ€"| versity of Wisconsin, where he comâ€"| pleted his law course and was admitâ€" | ted to practice in 1895. | Surviving Mr. Rathbone are his widow, his brother, a niece, Louise Randolph of Washington, D. C., and two nephews, Buckner T. Randolph, Washington, D. C., and Richard Harâ€" ney of Chicago. R. 0. T. C. CAMP AT FORT SHERIDAN ENDS ‘The young men attending the R. O. T. C. training camp at Fori Sheridan this year have been instructed in pracâ€" tical and theoretical methods of warâ€" fare of a technical sort. They had a rather comprehensive course in mesâ€" zage center work, which has to do with the intercommunication of the different army units. _ _ Not only the use of the field teleâ€" phone was taught, for work in the telegraphic \ine has gone dhead as has wireless instruction. In one inâ€" stance, several of the young men took over the division headquarters as a unit and made a very successful.ob of its operations, it is said. j , JULY 26, 1928 the ears had to strain that the And now I didn‘t look at Vilas. My eyes were frozen upon Ahmad Das. His position, as far as externals were concerned, was one that every houseâ€" keeper gets in many times a day. But there was something different about this. There was a luxury, a passion, in the way he spread his long body on the floor. I can‘t describe it except to say it was as if he felt a rapture in it. Nor was he calm any more. There was a strange nervousness upon him like an intense eagerness, and his lips were drawn, ever so slightly. He crawled about wr’wly, his body so close to the flooi Then Vilas spoke again in the silâ€" enceâ€"the words sharp and clear. My eyes flashed to him. He was leaning forward in his chair, every muscle set, eviry tendon rigid. "Ahmad Das!" he commanded. ""Go and get some candles." the floor’ _ "Then get up and save him," I anâ€" Then Vilas spoke again in the silâ€"| swered. "Do you want to see Vilas enceâ€"the words sharp and clear. My| murdered before our eyes?" eyes flashed to him. He was leaning| "Hushâ€"and watch." forward in his chair, every muscle We watched. A long time there was set, eviry tendon rigid. silence. Ahmad Das stood still beside "Ahmad Das!" he commanded. "Go|the extinguished candle. and get some candies." |_ "What are you going to do?" "I cannot, sahib," the Hindu anâ€"| "Do, sahib?" The answer came at swered from the floor. "They are all\last, trembling with some unearthly gone but these two. Every one. l[kind of passion. "It is not well to be can not bring more." improvident with candles. The detecâ€" "Then I‘m going out to look for ) tives might need a brighter light when Southley." f they return to see what remains here," "He will be hard to find, sahib.) Vilas tried to meet the snaky eyes. There are shadows and water and| "What do you mean *" he whispered. jungle between." Then Ahmad‘s voice‘ "They will come back soon, and seemed to grow indescribably eager.) want to talk to their guest. One of "You will need a guide." r their guests is goneâ€"you know where. "If the sahib goes, I will take him, Yesterday they bore him across the there. The sahib must not start out in | Water. You only remain, and you are the dark alone!‘ And if the sahib has | Y°TY dear to them, Sahib Strurgburg." "He will be hard to find, sahib.} There are shadows and water and| jungle between." Then Ahmad‘s voice‘ seemed to grow indescribably eager. "You will need a guide." ( "If the sahib goes, I will take him there. The sahib must not start out in the dark alone! And if the sahib has despaired of Miss Southley meeting him here, and wishes to go to his room, I will go thence with him, too." Vilas Hayward suddenly snatched open the drawer in the table. For lxw instant his frenzied hands thrust at its interior; then he whirled toward Ahmad. "Where‘s my pistol?" he cried. "It was in the drawer. "Perhaps one of the detectives borâ€" rowed it for the hunt todayâ€"" Again Ahmad went back to his dusting. His motions seemed to grow more sinuous, more silent.‘ And now I looked in vain for the cloth, He seemed to have dropfed it. "Does the sahib wish to go look for Sahib Southley?" he asked. "If he does, 1 will be glad to go with himâ€"" To me the words seemed charged with some terrible kind of passion. The.effect that they had on Vilas was not pleasant to see. The manhood seemed simply to go out of him. His lips were loose, his: eyes protuded, shaking hands reached for the chairâ€" arms. "No. you devil!" he cried, his voice rising. "You won‘t get me out there, where you got my father." have to work with is of the best, not only for brawn, but for brain as well, they point out. Many of the young men are‘ college graduates and all of them are college students. Their inâ€" structors report that they were very 29 South Second Street ou don‘t know the half of Hhis Hups on Performance that reaches thrilling new limits! Smoothness that sets a new mark in motordom! Gas efficiency that alters all previous standards! A single ride will explain why this has been the most enthusiastically accepted Hudson ever built. out of incon h-u-mht:vm "And I order you to get off the floor. You‘re not working now. Get up, or 1‘l] kill you where you lie!" Ahmad Das got up. He rose very softly to his full height. He tiptoed across the room. And he blew out the light on the little stand. The shadows deepened. There was only one candle now, the one that burned on the table. And I heard a soft, whispered sigh from Alexander. "The man‘s a devil," he breathed in my ear. "Vilas called him by the right words." Vilas leaned forward. "Strmhburi? How dare you call me that! My name‘s Haywardâ€"" ‘"Once Strumburgâ€"then Roderickâ€" then Haywardâ€"what does it matter, sahib? Names die when their bearers die." "But I‘m not Strumburg. I tell you I‘m notâ€"" "I will remember, sahib, that you told me that. But consider again, and see if you don‘t want to make me another answer." "Ill never admit it." "I will go from you for a minute, sahibâ€"just a minute into the darkâ€" nessâ€"and then I will return. I will want your answer then. And there might be other things for you to tell me, too, when I come into your presâ€" ence a moment from now. You really had no proofs that Sahib Southley is wanted in prison." v MURy MCY MOMWIC M MAIOC OE POCE PNEST : & ence a moment from now. You rellly} & Her:’.::w:isu‘:h:g:;mt’l‘;l:iew:l:; !:: nsA [.vrools. "",l. Sanib Southlesy is] r:c:er(i left in my bra;in of the sounds W."nled .. t oo . s {he made and the words he said. Ahâ€" But‘ X"hn\'e! You can‘t scare me| madâ€"Das had returned, just as he had out of i. . *gpromise_d, to get the answer to his "Both things you can answer when| questions. The transformation was I return to the sahib‘s presence. It completeâ€"the tiger soul at last in will be just a little momentâ€"" | it own body. And Vilas was ready Vilas half rose in his seat, ordering‘, to answer. the servant to relight the candle. But| â€"â€"â€" Ahmad didn‘t obey. Rather he faded.‘ (Continued next week) Sahib!" that the camp affords. But college students or not, when the bugle blows, whether it be reâ€" veille, taps or "chow", there is a mad scrumble to wbey its call. There is a A. W. PERSON All prices f. o. b. Detroit 1250 and up The shadows hid him, and darkness elosed round him. Yet it wasn‘t as if he had completeâ€" ly gone. I knew that he was waiting somewhere in the darkness just beâ€" yondâ€"perhaps behind the curtains, possibly in the hall. I didn‘t hear or see him. I simply knew he was there, and in a moment more would come back into the light for the answer to his questions. A long moment passed away. The house was tense and still. And once more I looked at Vilas Hayâ€" ward. He had his head turned over his shoulder, and he was watching with fascinated horror something that apâ€" proached him in the darkness. I couldn‘t see what it was at first. 1‘ was farther away from me. But yet? I was aware of the sense of someâ€"| thing movingâ€"something half crawlâ€"| ing, half sliding toward the mam in‘i the chair. And then I saw_ an irreguâ€"| lar gray patch of shadow that was | not quite so dark as the shadow around itâ€"a patch which seemed tor be moving. And all at once it halted. ) The Tiger of Southley Downs had | come again. The candlelight was in-l effective and dim, yet it showed the ; outline plain. Even then I tried to tell myself it was some mental fallâ€" acy, a mirage or delusion that 'could‘] not possibly be true. I tried to say.| it was the effect of light and shadow; | but the lie died before it came to my thought. It wasn‘t any use to try to deny the reality of the thing. There was the tawny hide, darkened, of course, by the shadow, the lowâ€"hung head, the great black stripes. The deâ€" tails were obscured; but my eyes| didn‘t need them to recognize the | ‘creature. It seemed to be lying close Pa the floor, in the position n'tigeri takes just before it springs. 1 And I couldn‘t say it wasn‘t true. It would not have been so convincing if Vilas had not seen it, too. And I knew by the suppressed gasp of the great detective beside me that his eyes were also resting on the thing. I think that he started to whisper some messages of wonder. But I didn‘t hear him. All I heard was Vilas‘s scream. lot of work to be done during the day there this year, grimly that "it is done, too." The camp opened June 16 and closed July 26. 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