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Markwick, seeing himself thus thwarted and the centre of attraction, turned to the little foreigner, and, cursing him audibly, strode quickly out of the station, while his irate companion walked away in the opposite direction. I care nothing for your threats. I shall go." Shaking off the French- man's hand, he moved toward the barrier, but his opponent, too quick for him, sprang with agility before him, barring his path. Markwick glanced at the ‘train, wherein all the passengers had taken their seats. The guards were noisily slamming the doors, and the ticket- examiners, passing trom end to end, had now finished their workT He bit his lips, glanced swiftly up at the clock, and, snatching iap his small bag, said, with a muttered imprecation: "Brave lwords! brave words!" ex- claimed the other, laughing contempt- uously. "A sign from mite/and the prison doors would close behind you forever. But see! The train will leave in a few moments. Will you pay, or do you desire to stay and meet your accusers?" "But you will not-you shall not," answered the man who had met me in the garden at Richmond on than, memorable night. He face wore a murderous look such as I had never before seen. It was the face of an unscrupulous malefactor, a counten- ance in which evil was portrayed in every line. "It it were not that we are here, in a public place, I'd wring your neck like a rat." "Curse you! Then this is the way you’d blackmail me?" Markwick cried, his face livid with rage. "I se- cured your services for a certain fixed sum, which I paid honorably, together with three further demands--" "I was not at the police bureau In Paris for fifteen years without learn- ing a few tricks. You are clever, m'sieur, shrewd indeed, but if you attempt to leave to-night without settling with me, then you will be arfested on arrival at Dover. Choose- money and liberty; no money and arrest." "In order to secure my silence,” the Frenchman interrupted. "Because you were well aware of your future if I gave information." “Ah! no, m'sieur, you do not evade me like that! You are playing a deep game, but you amitted me from your reckoning. The ticket you bought this morning was not tor Paris, but for New York via Havre." "How-iw do you know my inten- tions?" Markwick demanded, starting. "You confounded skunk, you've been spying upon me again'." "What you promised. One thousand pounds. Surely it is not a great price ?" But the little Frenchman only grin- ned, exhibited his palms, and with a slight shrug of his shoulders, said: "Absurd. You shall have it to- morrow. I’ll send it to you from Paris." ' "Very well, then you shall not leave London," the other said; and as I turned. I was surprised to find that one of them was Markwick, the other a short, rather elderly, shabbily dressed little Frenchman whose gray bear): and mustache were unkempt, whose silk hat was sadly rubbed, and whose dark eyes were keen and small. In an attitude ot firm determination he held Markwick by the arms and glared for a iiiiii)21 threateningly into his face. The latter, too occupied to notice 'my presence, retorted angrily: "Let me go, you fool! Do you want to make an exhibition ot me here? You must be mad to act like this, when you know what we both have at stake." "No, no," the irate Frenchman cried. "No, I am not mad. You desire to escape, but I tell you that you shall not unless you give me the money now before you go." “How much, pray?" Markwick ask- ed, with a dark, severe look. "I tell you it's impossible," exclaim- ed one, in a decisive tone. \Vearied, despondent and anxious, I lived through those stiffling hours with but one thought, clinging tenaci- ously to one hope. Yet after all what could I expect of a woman whose mind was affected and whose lover was accused ot a capital offense? In this distracted mood I was wandering one evening along the Strand, and, arriving at Charing Cross Station, turned in mechanically to purchase a paper at therbookstall. The hands of the great clo‘ck pointed to half past eight and the Continental train stood ready to start. Porters who had wheeled mountains of luggage stood, wiped their brows, and pocketed the tips of bustling tourists about to com- mence their summer holiday. City clerks, in suits of cheap check and bearing knapsacks and alpenstocks, were hurrying hither' and thither, ex- cited over the' prospect of a fortnight in Switzerland for a ten-pound note, while constant travelers of the com- mercial class strode leisurely to their carriages smoking, and ladies already seated peered out anxiously tor their husbands. The scene is of nightly oc- currenee after the London season, when every one is leaving town, and I had witnessed it many times when l I, too, had been a passenger by the night mail. As I stood for a moment l watching I heard two men behind me I engaged in excited conversation in French. I Days had passed since my visit to Eaton Square and through all my pain the one thought had been dom- inant: I must obtain from Dora the revelation she had promised. It seem- ed that blindly, willingly, I had resign- ed every hope, joy and sentiment that made life precious; I had, like Faust, given my soul to the Torturer in ex- change for a few sunny days of bliss and fleeting love-dreams.. The enigma was maddening; I felt that sooner or later its puzzling in- tricacies must induce mania in some form or other. Insomnia had seized me, and I had heard that insomnia was one of the most certain signs of approaching madness. In vain I had striven to penetrate the mystery of my union and its tragic sequel,a{c the same time leaving undisturbed \that cold, emotionless mask which I had school- ed myself to wear before the world. 5W L9o"oosro"-"""roor"rirororrer""rooooooooo- One Thousand Pounds CHAPTER XXX r, - _ _~_--_--â€"â€"-vvvm nunun-"nun":"InIn"nun-nun“InInnu"Mum-mumIunnuumun-nun":InmInun-nunnuuunnuuInn-"nulllull-Illulununun-nun} Soon after eleven o’clock next morn- ing Saunders entered my sitting-room "Can any one doubt it?" he asked. "I ought to say nothing about the matter, but as you are a witness I may as well tell you that our inquiries show conclusively that your friend Bethune committed the murder, al- though the circumstances under which the fatal shot was fired were of such an astounding character that I leave you to hear them officially. It is suf- ficient tor me to say that the murder- er of young Sternroyd is the strangest and most complicated crime that in the course of twenty-four years' ex- perience I have ever been called upon to deal with. But I must be off. I am due at eleven-thirty at Shepherd's Bush, so you must excuse me. We will meet again soon. Good-by." A moment later we parted, and I returned teamy chambers. Our conversation then turned upon the inquest upon the body of Gilbert Sternroyd, which had now been fixed, and to which I was summoned to give evidence regarding the discovery ot the body at Gloucester Square. Grind- lay, in answer to my question, ad- mitted that Jack had not yet been arrested, but that as soon as certain inquiries then in active progress were complete the German police would detain him for extradition. "Then you still believe him guilty,” I observed with sadness. "Oh! there's a good deal of cor- ruption among the French police," he answered, laughing. "Perhaps, living retired, he is seeking to make money out of the secrets that were intrusted to him in his professional capacity. That is often the case." in the Paris detective force. During eighteen months before he was pen- sioned he was head of the section charged with the inquiries into the Anarchist outrages." "But he.was apparently endeavor- ing to levy blackmail!" I observed. Shortly before eleven o'elock that night a messenger brought me a hastily scribbled note from him ask- ing me to come round to his office at once. I went, was ushered into his presence without delay, and related what I had witnessed at the railway station, and what I had overheard. “Ah!" he exclaimed, "their alterea- tion when I arrived had almost ended. I had been keeping observation on MArkwick all the afternoon, but he had eluded me, and it was only by the merest chance that I was along to Charing Cross to see if his intention was to decamp. So you tracked down that wild little Frenchman, did you? Excellent. Why, you are a born de- tective yourself, I think," he added, enthusiastically. "Nothing could be better. Now we shall know some- thing." “Did Markwick elude you again?" r9fquired. He smiled. "Searcely," he answered. "But his acquaintance with Jules de Vries is quite unexpected and puts an entirely different complexion on affairs." "You know the Frenchman then?" "Yes. He was, before his retirement last year, one of the smartest men That this ex-detective held Mark- wick's secret was evident, and as Grindlay--whom I had imagined far away in Germany-was taking such a keen interest in the doings of the man I hated, the thought occurred to me that by following the Frenchmen I might be of some assistance. I therefore turned suddenly on my heel, crossed the station-yard and hurried along the Strand citywar'd in the direc- tion he had taken. Before long I had the satisfaction of seeing him walking rapidly before me muttering impreca- tions as he went. By his own ad- missions he was a blackmailer, and had had no doubt a hand in Mark- wick's schemes, yet It occurred to me that it. judiously approached he might possibly throw some light upon the events of the past few months. Mark- wick, himself an adventurer, was not the kind of man to submit to black- mail unless his enemy held him be-, neath his thumb. The scene I had) witnessed proved conclusively that he went in mortal fear of this French- man, othewise he would have treated his importunities with contempt and left in the train by which he ap- parently had intended to escape by a roundabout route to America. There- fore, in order to learn more of this latest denunciatiotfot the man whose presence always filled me with hatred and loathing, I kept close behind the angry foreigner. The Strand was crowded with theater-goers at that hour, but this facilitated my move- ments; for, according to his own statement, he had had experience in Paris as an officer of police, and I saw it might be somewhat difficult to follow him without, attracting his at- tention. I had a strong desire to accost him then and there, but on reflection I felt certain that it would be best to find out where he went, and after- ward leave him to the tactful Grind- lay. A single ,impolitic question might arrest any revelation that he could make; or, if he found himself follow- ed, his suspicions might be aroused and he himself might fly ere I could communicate with my friend the de- tective. So exercising every precaution I carefully dogged his footsteps. It was not yet dark, and I was there- fore enabled to keep him well in view, although at a respectable distance. At the same rapid pace he passed along the Strand, up Bow Street and Endell Street to Oxford Street, which he crossed, continuing up Gower Street. When near the Euston Road he turned into a short, dismal thor- oughfare which bore the name University Street, and there entered one of the' rather dingy blackened houses by means of a latch-key. When he had disappeared I passed and re- passed the house several times, taking careful note of its number and of the appearance of its exterior; then, de- termined to comunicate as early as possible with Grindlay, I returned home and wrote him a note which I sent to Scotland Yard by Saunders. As the stranger mounted into the cab and conversed with the man his face was turned full toward me, and in that instant I recognized him. It was Grindlay! He, too, had evidently watched unnoticed and unseen. at the same moment a tall, well- dressed man spring into another cab, give the driver rapid directions, and then follow the convéyance Markwick had taken. In the yard Markwick jumped into a hansom and was driven rapidly away, and as I watched I saw almost 'o"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""-""""""""""- As soon as Saul was filled with the II. l Spirit he began to p ach Jesus. That is one of the 1et;itl'l,i; results of be- Sau ing filled with the Spirit. He took 'isfactl God's word for it that he was so filled, they f and went ahead and preached, and him l the filling with the Spirit manifested cease, itself in the power with which he the n preached. There is no indication that perset Paul at this time received miraculous answe . gifts, the gift of tongues or any other ot ar lmiraculous gifts, he simply received Jews. exactly what Jesus Christ had Promits- Chrisi ed as the result of being "baptized Jews with the Holy Ghost," power to wit- but a: ness for Christ (Ac. I: Jr, 8; 1 Cor. 12: Jesus 13, 30 ) and he did it. It is the work come. of the Spirit to bear witness of Jesus plot. ( (Jno. 15: 26), and so, of course, when great we are filled with the Spirit, we cah- Christ not but bear witness of Jesus also. .was s A heart and mouth full of testimony conve' for Jesus is a far better proof that we to-da3 are filled with the Spirit than any verted ecstatic experiences that we can tell is unt about. Note well, that when Saul was fort ii filled with the Spirit, it was not the follow Spirit that he preached, but Jesus. was I: When one is filled with the Holy he we Spirit he will not talk so much about (ch. 1 the Holy Spirit nor about his own Lord, experiences, but about Jesus. Saul's did m doctrine about Jesus can be summed day t: up, and is here summed up, in six discipi words, "He is the Son of God." discipi That is a fine summary of Christian to the doctrine, and rightly understood car- an in ries much else with it. That doctrine a beli< has saving power in it; the one who faith 1 really believes is not merely as a Let us theeoligical tenant, but with the heart, sceptii obtains eternal life through believing once ' it (Jno. 20: 31). And any one who enemi really believes that Jesus is the Son to-day of God "overcometh the world," that is a n is gets daily victory over the world hated and it's temptations (1 Jno. 4: 5). III. Saul accomplished far more by preaching Jesus that He is the Son of Wh:' God than he could have accomplished could by any amount of "social service" enemy addresses. He knew that Jesus was ciple [ "the Son of, God," for he had seen man r, Him in the iriory. That Saul, who had the H been the fealess persecutor of Christ- 11: 22 ians, should become a bold preacher the ne of the very gospel he had tried so hard cause. to blot out, amazed people beyond Jesusa measure. It was indeed a proof of the made truth and power of the Gospel he had and m so fiercely opposed. But over and over But J, again has this proof of the truth and God h power of the gospel been repeated in permi1 the history of the church. And those was a] who Ar-day are the most fierce and also 0: dangerous enemies of Christ may to- to car morrow become His most devoted grace followers. Sauls strength constantly His kt grew, doubtless through feeding on the step ir Word, prayer, and work. He put the Paul ' Jews at Damascus to confusion; for for Hi he proved with absolutely unanswer- Tarsus able arguments that Jesus was un- life ab doubtedly the fulfiller of the Old fully 3 Testament Messianic prophecies. It way n some of our modern preachers 9.110 to the From i neighboring inn we obtained a fly and together drove out across a level stretch of country some two miles until we passed a crumbling stone cross, and turning suddenly entered a peaceful old-world Village which I understood by her order to Golden Text.--Thou art the Christ, the Son of the living God. Mat. 16: 16. Lesson Text.---;. 9: 19b-30. Read Ac. 18: 24-28.) Time.-A. D. 37-40. Piaces.-oamascus, Jerusalem, Cae- Exposition.--I. Saul Preaching Jesus as the Son of God in the Synagogues of Damascus, 19b-22. In accordance with her instructions I hailed a cab, and although .she would give me no inkling of our destination, she ordered the man to drive with all haste to Paddington. At the station she told me to'boo‘k to Didcot, the junction for Oxford, and about an hour later we alighted there. Lesson IV. July 24, 1921 SAUL PROCLAIMS JESUS I was prevented by illness. Now, while there is still time you will help me, will you not? You will come with me and see with your own eyes, hear with your own ears. Then only can you justly judge. I confess that long ago," she added in a low half-whisper, bending toward me, "long ago I loved you and wondered why you never uttered words of love to me. But now I know. I have ascertained the wretch- ed duplicity ot those about you, their evil machinations, and the purity of the. one beautiful woman whom you loved. There has been a conspiracy of silence against you, rendered imperative by strange circumstances, but it shall continue no longer. You shall accompany me and know the truth. Come." At last the promised revelation was to be made. "Then it is time to act--time to act," she repeated excitedly. "f prom- ised I would reveal some strange facts---facts that will amaze you; but I shook my head sadly, remember- ing Grindlay's words. "No, alas! He has not cleared him- self, and to-day, or at least to-morrow, he will, I fear, be arrested." "Yes. I-I feel better," she said. "But what of him-tell me. Has he yet cleared himself? At home they affect ignorance of everything-- everything." "Displeased! Angry!" I exclaimed quickly, grasping her extended hand between my own. "No, nol Dora. I only hope you have recovered, that you are now strong and well again." "Stuart," she murmered, in a low voice like the subdued wail ot an aching heart--"Stuart, are Lyou dis- pleased with me? Are you angry that I should come to you?" She was dressed simply, but with taste, in light gray olpaca, with a large black hat and veil, but the face which was disclosed, when the veil was raised, was pale as death, lighted by two lirge lustrous eyes. For a mo- ment she regarded me with a sad, wistful expression, as if imploring me not to reproach, but to pity her. Then a sad quiet smile slowly dawned upon her countenance and she stretched forth her hand toward me. ous me. Rushing forward, I greeted her gladly, and bringing her in, enthroned her in my big armchair, the same seat in which she had sat on a previ- and announced a visitor. I took card. It was Dora'sl occasion when she had caneiupon This Week's S.S. Lesson AS TEE CHRIST the a believer in so short a time. Has our faith reached such a pitch event yet? Let us never forget when dealing with sceptics and infidels that Paul was once the bitterest of infidels and enemies of our Lord, and many a man to-day who was once a bitter infidel is a mighty preacher of Him he once hated and persecuted. 111. Saul’s Ministry in Jerusalem, 27-30 While the great body of disciples could not believe that their great enemy, Saul, had become a true dis- ciple of the Lord Jesus, there was a man in the Jerusalem church "full of" the Holy Spirit and of faith" (cf. ch. 11: 22-24), and he had confidence im the new convert and espoused Sau1's. cause. Tus Saul got an opening in Jesusalem. It was well he did. He. made the most of it, speaking boldly and mightily in the name of the Lord. But Jerusalem was not the field that God had chosen for Saul, and so he permitted him to be driven out. There was. another plot to kill him, but this also came to nought, and only served to carry out God's larger purposes or grace concerning Saul (cf. Ps. 76: 10).. His going to Tarsus was but another step in God's plan for the training or Paul for the work that He planned for Him to do. He was to remain at Tarsus, the place of his birth and early life about two years and when he was fully prepared God would open the way for him to begin his apostleship theological professors had more sense they would follow Paul's method and prove from the Old Testament prophe- cies that "Jesus" "is the Christ," in- stead of wasting their energies n' the ‘foolish and futile attempt to prove that there is no such thing as pre- dictive prophecy. In that way they would make converts of Jews and others as Paul did, instead of making infidels of callow high school, college and theological students as they are doing by their present method. II. Saul's Escape from Damascus, 23-26 a Saul's enemies could make no sat- isfactory reply to Saul's arguments so they sought to silence him by putting him to death. The Jews have not ceased to this day trying to silence by the most relentless and unscrupulous persecution the men they cannot answer. But, alas! this strange method of argument is not confined to the. Jews. Many who call themselves: Christians use it too. The plot of the Jews against Saul's life was well laid,, but as Saul's time to glorify the Lora. Jesus by dying for Him was not yee come. God defeated the skilfully laid plot. Cast out by the Jews, Saul found great difficulty in being received by Christians. They were afraid that there .was some plot behind his pretended? conversion. Many feel that same way to-day, when a Jew claims to be con- verted. It any true disciple of Christ is under suspicion, let him take com- fort in the fact that the most devoted follower whom Jesus Christ ever had was under suspicion at first. Indeed, he was under suspicion until the end (ch. 15: 2; 21: 20-24). But Jesus, out" Lord, trusted him, even if his disciples did not (ch. 22: 17-21), and Jesus to- day trusts ma\ny a man whom His disciples distrust. The faith of the disciples in Jerusalem did not arise to the point of believing that so bitter an infidel could become so devoted Yet was she not dead? Had I not been present when her soul and body parted? Had I not stoop before the spot where she slept beneath a willow planted years ago by pious hands that had raised a neighboring tomb? That. willow 1yz11 somehow never grown vigs orous and free in the strength of its sap. I knew how sadly its yellow for-. iage drooped. the ends of its branches hung down like heavy weary tears. I remembered how, when first I saw it, I had thought that its roots went down and absorbed in Jilly dead 1ove's heart all the bitterness l of a life thrown away. And the rose near her grave bore large blossoms as white as milk and of a deep red. The roots pene- trated to the bottom of the coffins, the sweet-smelling blooms took their whiteness from virgin bosoms, andi their crimson from wounded hearts. (To be continued.) It was Sybil! Yes, there was the delicately-poised head, the same flawlessly beautiful face that had entranced me in the little Southern mountain town, the same candid forehead, the same half- parted lips, the same dimpled cheeks that I had so often kissed with a mad passion such as I had never experi- enced before or since. She wore a. gray silk gown; at her throat was one simple rose of deepest crimson. Her little white hand bore a wedding ring --the one I had placed upon. it---the lace on her skirt and bodice, the deli- cate pale tint of her face, bore testi- mony to the elegant and opulent indo..., lence of her existence. Words froze on my lips; my tongue- refused to articulate. Had insanity, the affliction I most dread, at last seized me, or was it some strange chi- mera, some extraordinary trick of my warped imagination? No, it was neither. The tigure that had passed' into the room so swiftly and noiseless... 1y, while I had for an instant turned to question Dora, was that of a, living person whose presence roused within my heart a tumult of wonder and of Joy. Astonishment held me sprang from the chair wher been seated, agape. amazed riveted upon the figure stam and motionless before the l tiere curtain. saturesq1ie, "Who lives here ?" I inquired in a halt Whisper, when the domestic had gone, but my question was answered by the sudden appearance of its oc- cupant, who next second stood silent upon the threshold, motionless, and there stime good-sized quaint: gabled house or lichen-covered moss; grown barn; but when nearly at thee further end of the little place the mam pulled up suddenly before a large rambling house of time-menowed red... brick, half hidden by ivy and creep? ers, It stood near the road with a strip of well-kept lawn in front and an iron railing, quite an incongruity in those parts. When we alighted our summons was responded in hv a “no“ Gentiles (eh. 11: 25; The Scent of Violets CHAPTER xxxr, t lawn in front and an ', quite an incongruity in :. When we alighted our- as responded to byma neat pe, amazed, my eyes figure standing silent, 1eld me dumb. T chair whereon I had PAGE THREE; dark pop. E7