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Dramatized and Produced by the Vitagraph Company From the Popular Novel of the same name by C. N. and A. M. Williamson MR. EARLE WILLIAMS as CHRISTOPHER RACE MISS MARGUERITE BLAKE as LADY IVY DE LISLE Next Week Another Story and New Pjcture anyri'ht. 1916, by the Star Company. All Foreign Rights reserved. CHAPTER II 7/ The Nuremburg Watch, Christopher had had a hard run with his motor the day before, so he lay late in bed drinking his morning tea and reading the morning paper. The Mendell poisoning case soon ab- sorbed him—as was_ the situation all over England at this hour. . This morning there were portraits of young Lady Mendell, accused of polsoning her elderly husband; of the celebrated K. C,, who was her coun- sel; of Miss' Mendell, the sister-in-law, a philanthropist and witness for the prosecution; and Miss Mendell's sec- retary. But it was not the face of the young woman (once popular, now no- \ torious) which engaged Christopher's ‘Mfilnn: it was the strong profile of Bir Gordon Race, his distant cousin, engaged for the defense. The ama: teur chauffeur was privately proud of the tie of kinship between him and the brilllant K. C., who had received a baronetcy as a tribute of royal and national admiration, % “If anyone can get her off, it will be he” Christopher was saying to himself, when there came a knock at his bedroom door. “Please, sir,’” an- nounced the one overworked servant of the house, “there's a lady to see you in a hurry, and she won't take ‘no’ for a hanswer because her busi- ness is that important.” “Any name?” Christopher called to see you, if you mention that it is important," A few minutes later he was spinning towards Curzon street in Scarlet Run- ner, and reached Sir Gordon's house just as another large motor car had drawn up before it. Evidently the oc-! cupants of this car were expected, for the door was opened by a footman before two ladies had had time to alight. They passed into the hall at once,| but Christopher saw that they were young and pretty, one a charming girl with brilliant doloring and naturally wavy hair of a wonderful golden browh. Instead of asking if BSir Gordon would see him, Christopher took out a card and wrote on it a request for a moment’s interview, adding that he had “come from Miss Poinsett, bring- ing a present from her which must be dellvered personally.” “Please give this to B8ir Gordon Race,” he said with confidence; and the servant, seeing that the name on the card was the same as that of his master, invited the visitor in without hesitation. Christopher was shown into a room which seemed to be a combi- nation of drawing room and library. ‘When he had begun to grow impa- tient there came through a closed door the sound of laughter from the adjoin- ing room, and an instant later the door opened for BSir Gordon Race himself. He had Christopher's card in his Poinsett; and T was to say it was about your motor car and Sir Gordon Without asking further questio: Christopher jumped up and into his bath. To the lady, who had been asked to wait in/his sitting room, ap- peared at the end of twenty minutes a clean-shaven and well-groomed young man. But {f that young man had hoped to be rewarded for meritorious d by a vision of beauty he was ) ppointed. A plainly dressed woman © of medium height and size half rose from a chair at his entrance, and she » was 80 closely veiled in thick, ugly tissue that ‘to search vainly for her {utum was like being struck vio- ly with blindness. % firflz‘ /my disturbing you,” the ed y /began, in a cultivated, If ewhat % voll‘u. “but it w‘u necessary that I should see you early. & A?fllfildcfiu&lumu saw : m advertisement last night for the t time. Mveruur dress, and te your clients to write, % 1 m't,l:m to flllotn'y‘.b y come to you because you must be a rel n ot"r Gordon Race. It's not = a common name." Christopher smiled and began to _ & little bored, for he hated gush; an - ’as he was something of a hero since the anian affair, he could afford to choose his clients. 1 claim Bir Gordon as y ,". he said, “but 8ir Gordon would not claim me, because I doubt _ it he'd remember me from any other member of the race of Adam," “At least,” the velled visitor broke in, “Sir Gordon wouldn't refuse to see u if you sent in your name at his ouse?"’ “Perhaps mnot, If he weren't too d engaged. t brings rhe,” the lady went on, “to my object. I don’t ask how much ou charge for your motor, by the our, because the price doesn’t matter. ¥ am anxious for you to go ‘ut once, and as quickly as possible, to 8ir Gor- don Race's house in Curzon streft— that means golng.jn your car—and oing an errand for me. It seems 11, but it is really of importance, I will pay whatever you ask in ad- vance."” sald Christopher.' ‘But “Thanks, rrh.p- you have forgotten that this s the 31st of May, the great day in the Mendell case. Any other would be better for tinding Sir Gordon free. This Lto address the jury in de- fense of Lady Mendell." “Oh," no, 1 haven't forgotten,” an- swered the velled woman. “That is the reason I chose this morning. “It's early, as you know, to your sorrow.” She laughed perfunctorily, “Sir Gor- don won' it the court yet—it's the 0Old Balley, t it?—for a couple of hours, Even the greatest advocates in hn' must breakfast when en- nfiod n the most- important ' case, and I think he will be eating his when you ive, if you'll kindly start at ol ‘I dgn’'t mind delaying this morning 1t you Eive me a good reason, madam.” “My name is Miss Poinsett,” his vigitor announced. “I am an old ac- quaintance, with cause for gratitude to 8ir Gordon Race. I beg you to take him 1, which, to my®belief, will bring him the best of good luck for this great day. He's to make his gpeech in defensp of Lady Mendell. Her fate depends on him, for if she has a sin- gle chance for her Ife it lies in the effect his words may produFe on the Jury.” “That is true,” sald Christopher. “8ir Gordon could draw tears from the eye of a potato, He plays on the feelings of & jury as if they were the strings of a violin. Lady Mendell was more than lucky to get him." “And 1 want to add to her bonne chance by sending her advocate a fetish,” urged the lady who called her- self Miss Poinsett. “You see, I am in- terested for them both, I have my OWD Teasons.—you can fancy them, 1| Polnsett is like,' be | other, perhaj for not going to 8ir Gor- don's house myself, and it would prob- ably be useless sending an ordinary messenger. Such a person would never get into Bir Gordon's presence, but you will. The packet which I send, with best and kindest wishes, must be put into his own hands. Here, in an envelope, is payment in advance, Break the seal if you choose, now; but R m case 1 think you will’be sat- Christopher made no further objec- tions, @s it was not worth while to his client took from a and which hung from her arm ly tled-up parcel, not inches square, and wrapped'in white paper such as jewel- js gomething rather n-uu‘ ‘as valuable In the little box,” “But I may trust you not to And you will Insist on Gordon y It If you Il be certain | proval of the K. C. hand, accepted the young man as a cousin, sald that he remembered their meeting and invited him to stop for brenkfast, “We're cousins, and,’ it seems, not strangers, he went on, leading Chris- topher towards the open door. “Really, you must come. There's a little mystery to be cleared up, and only you can clear {t—this mystery of Miss Poinsett.” By this time he had brought the young man Into the break- fast room, “I have Mrs. and Miss Col- {lngwood’s permission to introduce you. They've kindly come to.wish me luck for today, since they're not able to see me through it, as 1 hoped they might. In half an hour they're off house-hunting with their motor, instead of going into céurt to learn the fate of that poor little woman.” “And before we go Sir Gordon has romised that we shall see what Miss gfllnun has sent him,” laughed the girl with brown-gold hair, accepting Christopher as a relative of her host. AAlso that we shall hear what Miss merrily added Mrs. Collingwood, who was too“young to be other than the girl’s stepmother. Chris oshor glanced from one to the guessed at the situation. The e written on his card had apparently caused a dlscussion, and had been called In to settle it. He educted that Miss Collingwood (evi- dently an’ American girl, accustomed to have every whim humored) was either the great man's flancee or on the point of becoming so. 8ir Gordon doubtless wished to prove that Miss Poinsett was nothing to him and Christopher had been summoned as an Independent witness for the de- fense, Christopher frankly related the story of the velled lady's visit and added that he did not know whether she were really Miss Poinsett or a deputy of Miss Polnsett. "o show you that neither do I know Miss Poinsett, I beg you'll open the parcel,' said Sir Gordon to Miss Collingwood. 'S YBupposing ‘there's a letter inside?" THe girl was smiling; yet Christopher fancied that this was not quite a joke for her, “Then you're to read it out to me," Sir Gordon answered. And now thr young man was sure that he was right in one particular; this famous K. C. of 40 was deeply in love with the girl of 20. There was delicious breakfast, but the host and his three guests) were neglecting it. No one could think of anything save the little white par- cel, whose dainty ribbons Miss Col- lingwood had begun half-hesitatingly to untle, The paper concealed a paste- board box and within the box, or® » bed of jeweler's cotton lay a quaint and beautiful antique watch of nearly the size and somewhat the shape of an egg. The rich yellow gold was chased in an elaborate pattern of tiny figures. represerf™ng birds and animals, and the face of the watch was of blue enamel set round with small jewels. “What a lovely present!” exclaimed Mrs. Collingwood. “Just the kind of thing that my, husband adores.” ““There's a note with it," announced the girl, her cheeks growing pink. 1 said you were to read it,” insisted 8ir Gordon. Miss Collingwood opened a folded bit of paper. “Aloud?” “Yes, aloud. 4 “On this, yqur great day, in case, the young voice read, send you this in memory of another great day in a great case; and may It bring you the good luck I wish you. Would that this old Nuremburg watch were filled with diamonds as brilllant as your own argumen but since I have not those fo give, I give my best. Of {is kind this watch is perrect, as you will see'by the date, and an exam- ination of the works, which are unique. Yours, ELIZABETH POINSETT." “Elizabeth Poinsett!" echoed Sir Gordon. "By Jove! That case I had forgotten. “Ah! I thought you'd find the name had assoclations!” exclaimed Miss Col- lingwood, flushing. “I'o show you how much I value them and their souvenir, I beg you to cept the watch,” sald Sir Gordo it bring you luck instead of me. couldn’t think of taking it," cried the girl, “For your father, if not for your- selt," pleaded Sir Gorden. "As Mrs Collingwood says, it's just the thing to please a collector, and it's wasted on ‘Send it back to Miss Poinsett.” “She went away from my place without leaving an address,” Chris. topher ventured to put in. “Such a present from Sir Gordon would certainly put your father in a splendid humor, Nora, dear," suggest- ed the pretty stepmother, with a mean- ing arch of the eyebrows, from which Christopher deducted parental disap- suit. Probably great [ g Miss Collingwood was a great heiress, for whom her father expected a duke ——or an earl, at the least. ““Nora, dear,” weakened, then yield- ed, She thanked 8ir Gordon charm- ingly, and, letting the box lie on the table, slipped the fat gold globe into an inside pocket of her smart tailor- made jacket. “We ought to be going,” said Mrs. Collingwood, who was as English in type as her stepdaughter was Amer- ican. “Henry allowed us half an hour to tell you that, after all your kind- ness getting .us seats, we couldn’t be in ecourt today, Oh, it really is too bad. I'm so disappointed not to hear | your speech and so is Nora. Fancy having to spend such a day in looking for a country house!" Thus speaking, she gathered up from the thble several clippings with photographs of country houses, which she had been showing Bir Gordon. But the long apology caused Christopher to suspect a hidden reason for Mr, Col- 1ngwood’s ultimatum. A girl half won would be wholly won if she were al- lowed to hear her lover's eloquence to- day! His errand accomplished, his break- fast supposed to be finished, Chris- topher, took his leave, not wishing to linger until the departure of the ladies, Instead of returning to the garage, he ran out to South Kensington to call on a possible client who had asked to see the car, and an hour passed before he brought the Scarlet Runner to the door of his lodgings. He Intended to stop for a few moments, pick up the corre- spondence he had missed by his early start, and set out again on another errand. Until this moment he had for- gotten the envelope left by the veiled lady, but seeing it on the table he had the curiosity to open. Within was a smaller envelope, and this contained, in lieu of check or bank note, five gold soverelgns. Miss Poinsett's gemerosity combined itself apparently with a wish to preserve her privacy as carefully as she hid her face. Several letters had come by'‘post, but one, arriving by district messenger in Christopher's absence hiad been lald on top of the others. Opening it, his blood rushed tingling to the roots of his hair as his eyes traveled down the neatly type- written page: “Circumstances have put the writer into possession of a secret which con- sclence compels him to reveal. If you would save the life of Sir Gordon Race, g0 back-to him instantly. Say that in the antique watch sent him this morn- Ing is an explosive strong enough to kill six men. Even if the case be opened, a spring must be touched which will mean destruction.”q This was all; but it brought Christo- pher Race to his feet and set his heart thumping. The anonymous let- ter might be a practical joke—Iit might be the work of a madman; but it might also be the truth, and, without stopping to dwell upon probabilities, Christopher bolted downstairs, tucking the sheet of paper and envelope into his' pocket. Off again sped Scarlet Runner like a red arrow, the silent chauffeur won- dering at Race's tense face and reck- less driving. Ludgate Hill was crowded and many precious minutes wer wasted before Christopher.could leap from the car near the entrance to that grim haunt of lost hopes, the Old Bailey. Each approach was guarded by bur- ly constables; but Christopher wrote hastily on a visiting card: “I must see you Instantly on a matter of life and death,, It concerns the ladies who vis- ited you this morning.”” This he gave, with a sovereign, to the most intelll- | gent-looking .of the policemen, and told him that somehow it must be got immediately to Sir Gordon Race. Christopher's face forbade argu- ments and challenged interest. The policeman vamBhed, to return present- ly followed by a legal-looking person with the precise side-whiskers of a lawyer's clerk™ Sir Gordon would see Mr. Race, He was to “‘come this way ~-by the counsel's entrance, please.” This picture was painted on his brain when a hush fell upon the court, save for the rustling as people got to their feet while the judge came in and bowed gravely to the counsel. It was as the judke sat down and the murmur swelled again that Christopher reach- ed a seat exactly in front of Sir Gor- don Rage. Leaning towards him, the great man fixed the newcomer, with a glance that had something of stern- ness, something of apprehension in it; and silently he pointed to the pencilled words on-the card. : For reply Christopher handed him the anpnymous letter, and watched the elder man's face change as he read. Would he disbelieve the warn- ing? Christopher asked himself. Not for an jnstant had Sir Gordon accepted the supposition that the writ- er of the anonymous letter was mad or jesting grimly. “What a fool I was not to suspect!” he said. “There's one person on this earth-—in this court now-—who has everything to gain by putting me out of the fight today. Great Heaven! If T had any heart left in me, what I could make out of this for Lady Mendelll How I could break her enemlies if—but this has broken me. Nothing matters here. I must’ get out of this—I must follow “Send me instead, I beg of you,” broke in Christopher, “You can't go. Youwll realize that when you're yourself again. If you desert Lady Mendell now you'll condemn her to death, and 1 promise you I'll do all to save Miss Collingwood and her peo- plé that you could. Trust me and tell me where to go with my motor."” “You're righy"” said Sir Gordon, the HE BEE: OMAHA, MONDAY, OCTOBER 23 ever now I must stand by Lady Men- dell. Mrs. Collingwood showed me the orders to view she’d got from the agents; I remember the names of four | houses. He called the clerk and scribbling four addresses on a leaf of his note- book, tore it out and gave it to the man, with instructions. Then he re- peated the same process with Chris- topher, and had barely jotted down the last name when the judge coughed for the second time. The cousins exchanged a look, and| Christopher turned away. By the time he had reached the door and| stopped for one backward glanee Sir Gordon was on his feet, ready to speak. He was still pale, but/ all the old fire burned in his eyes. Chris- topher expected to hear the stereo- typed words, “Gentlemen of the jury,” | but to his surprise and amazement of | the court Sir Gordon began with a request to- the jwdge. Evidence of vital importance had come to hand. He begged the privilege of recalling two of the witnesses for the prorecu- tion. Christopher dared not linger; but, hurrying off on his quest of life and blood slowly flowing back to his white face. “l can't play traitor, More than e —————————————————————————— CHRISTOPHER IS STUNNED BY THE EXPLOSION. death, the question would spring into his mind: What évidence of vital im* portance in this case had he, all un- wittingly, brought to Sir Gordon with the anonymous letter? At “the first two houses the tele- grams from Sir Gordon's clerk hid arrived after the departure of the mo- torists; at the last two they had uot been claimed. Christopher was at a loss what to do for the best, for the one clue he had to the Collingwools' movements was lost: yet there was no time to spend by the way in making inquiries here and tnere. When he he had thought until his head ached, he decided to run iato’Bath. which now lay near, and cali on the most prominent house agent there. rwilight was drawing on when he drew up before the door of Richard- son . & Millington, in Bath, and Christopher was thankful to find the office not yet closed. To his joy, his wisdom in coming was proved. The Collingwoods had called, between 3 end 4 o'clock, and had spent some time discussing particulars of various houses in the agents' books. In the end they had found omne, the descrip- tion and photograph of which had de- lighted all three. It was an Eliza- bethan house of some historic interest, called Atherton Manor, and there was a large estate attached; but Mr. Col- lingwood had remarked that this would be no objection if he liked the place. It was late to visit it that afternoon, as it lay twenty ‘miles or more out afLButh; but the American genteman had seemed very energetic and had insisted upon going. He had been interested to hear that the owners —the two heiresses Qf the estate— were still living at the Manor, which must be sold owing to the conditions of the father's will. Mr. Collingwood had heard of some valuable pictures and jewels, which were heirlooms in the Atherton family, for he had ins quired if they were kept in the house; and, on being told that they were still there, he had been anxious to set off at once with an order to view. It was the heirloom that determin- ed him; and though there was some talk about an antigue watch which the young lady had rorgotten to show her father being as well worth his at- tention as any of the Atherton things, he hardly listened, but hurried the ladies out of the office. “Wz\s,nnlhlnx else said’ about the watch?'” asked Christopher. “Mr. Collingwood promised to have a look at it later. I think, from the little discussion, it was a question of some present from a person he didn’t care for and was not interested in; but, of course, it was no affair of mine! and I paid no great attention.” Race waited for no more, but he got out of the office as. quickly as he eould ywith decency, and dashed off in thefdirection he had been told to take. The approaching storm was about to burst. Purple clouds boiled up| over the horizon, strange clouds, edg-| ed and veined with copper; and as Scarlet Runner rushed oh, its lamps lit for the unnatural darkness, pale serpents of lightning writhed across the heavens. Soon came the first big drops of rain, heavy as nail-heads; next, a threatening mutter of thunder which, broke in an explosion of rage at the end; and a cataract of water streamed down, as if the black sky | were a coarse-meshed sieve. There was no one of whom he could ask the way, but he remembered that he had been told to wheel sharp to the right at a point wherp three pop- lars marked & turning; and suddenly he saw them looming black against the lightning, like three giant soldiers guarding a shield of steel. Half a mile beyond were the stone gateposts with their carved wolves rampant, for which the agent had warned him to look. The gate was closed, and there were no lights in the low-built lodg¢, nor did anyone come at his call; so the car must le stopped and the gate, which was not locked, pushed open Wy the tired chauffeur, Christopher took Scarlet Runner in, past the lodge, where there was still 1916. no sign of life, and up a slightly ascending avenue that turned and twisted under a tunnel-like arch of branches. . Still the avehue wound on, but half a mile, perhaps, beyond the stone zate posts and the dark lodge a turn in the drive brought the tunnel of trees to an end. Through rain and darg- ness he spied at a distance, across| wide lawns, a long, low house, whose irregular shape was cut, sharp and black, out of the somber fabric of the sky. Christopher saw no lights, but intervening shrubberies might hide| some windows of the 1ower floors; and the agent had said with certainty that people were living in the house. Race had slowed down, for the white glare of his lamps on the pale mud and wet grass was bewildering; but he was proceeding gently when with a sudden bump Scarlet Runner's front tires struck some tense .yet curiously vielding obstacle. Surprised, Chris- topher stopped the car so sabruptly that inadvertently he stopped the en- gine as well. Instantly he jumped down to see what was amiss, and even the fam- ishing chauffeur forgot his anguish in this new excitement. The obstruction, whatever it might be, was mysteriously invisible, but in a moment Christopher had stumbled over a thivz wire tightly stretched across the drive at a height of twelve or fifteei inches abgve the ground. Had Scarlet Runner ‘heen going at an ordir r pgce there would certainly have n ah wgly accident. it As Christopher pitched forward, and righted himself hurriedly, the chauffeur cried out, and would have broken into excited questioning; but Race silenced him with a raised; finger of warning. Telling the chuuffeur to stand by Scarlet ‘Runner, unless called, Chris- topher began to climb a slight emi- nence, the wind and rain in his face, as his feetsquashed through the soak- ed, spongy grass. Mounting to the top, he came into full sight of the house, above the shrubbery and some low-growing trees. At the extgeme western end was a row of three light- ed, diamond-paned windows on the ground floor, The room within was hidden by semi-transparent green cuptains. All the other windows in thdt wing were black as this one had been a moment ago; for the bedrooms of the old-fashioned house doubtless de&ended upon candles for light, and remained in darkness when their oc- cupants were absent. This light, which cast its white beam up and down, shining out through thin white curtains, was neither the light of a candle nor of a lamp. It was a strange, will-o'-the- wisp of a light, nr\d seemed to con- firm those strange thoughts in Chris- topher Race's brain. As Christopher nolselessly approached the lighted panes he suddenly ‘saw, /as in a vision, what was passing on the other side. A man, with a small, wiry figure and a half-mask of crepe or some black material hiding the upper part of his face, was tiptoeing, catlike, aboyt the room, guiding his moves ments by means of a dark lantern. He had evidently just satisfied him- self that there were things worth hay- ing in the room, despite the risk of the thin curtains, and, having locked the door of an adjoining room, he placed on the floor by the dressing table a partly-filled bag of plunder, already secured, before moving towards the door leading out to the corridor. Here he suffered a disappointment. Flash- ing his lantern up and down the oak, he found no bolt, no key in the lock. For a second he hesitated; but there was a litter of jewelled gold brushes and bottles and boxes on the dressing- table (such luxurious things as Ameri- can heiresses (‘n afford to carry about when they travel), and men of his profession must be accustomed to such risks, such disappointments, in old- fashioned, carelessly conducted houses. Having flashed a ray of licht over the tempting display on the table, he advanced to the window and softly opened it, that his way of escape might| be ready if needed. “I'll let him gather up the spoil and then, as he comes out, I'll nab him and yell to my chauffeur,” thought Christopher. For a brief moment he had forgot- ten the Nuremburg watch, and all the conflicting interests entangled round it; but as the long beam of light once more lit up the dressing-table he had the best reasons for remembering it again. There it lay, prainly visible, as the dark, moving arm advanced to push the crowding gold toilet things and as it withdrew into shadow the trial of Miss Mendell for the crime unlocked door suddenly opened. Fram- ed in a sQuare of dim light from the corridor stood Nora Coilingwood, a flickering candle in her hand. . With a shriek of fear und surprise she started back, then, recovering herself, bravely rushed forward to save her treasures. COut went the light of the dark lantern, and with one spring the burglar made for the win- dow, swooping swiftly as he went to pick up the bag at his feet. A thousand thoughts seemed to flash and light up Christopher's brain, like the bursting of fireworks. The Nuremburg watch. The thief had it, in pocket or bag. If Christopher grappled with him in the struggle they would both be kllled\perhapsje girl too, for she was close to the dow, at the man's heels, and there were voices and quick-running foot- steps in the corridor outside the opon door. There was half a second to decide what to do, and then the lean figuve bad dashed through tne window into Christopher's arme, In the shock of surprise the escaping thief recoiled, snatching out a revolver; and Chris- topher, seizing him with a bull-gog grip by coat collar and leather bheit, t him off his feet and cast hiin away like a parcel. The revolver ex- ploded in the air as.the man fell; and as he touched earth there followed 2 terrific detonation. Instinct impelled Christopher to throw himself flat on his face, but he had no time to carry out his intention. explosion; even at a distance of twelve or fourteen feet, whirled him like a leaf against the house, throwing Jym backward into the open French win- dow. Broken glass Yained about him; there were cries and waving lights, and faces bent above him as he lay dazed and only half conscious. One of the faces was Nora Collingwood's —or he dreamed it—and dimly he| heard himself murmuring, “It's all right—you're safe—Nuremburg watch —explosive—I followed—to warn— send word—Sir Gordon.” Christopher suffered no serious in- juries, but the effects of the explosion and the heavy fall on the back of his head took a form resemblimg concus- sion of the brain. For twenty-four hours he was unable to speak coher- ently, and the family at Atherton Manor: might have suspected him to be-an accomplice of the dead burglar, had it.not been for the somewhat ! confused evidence of his chauffeur, and the knowledge of the Colling- woods that he was a cousin of Sir Gor- don Race. Christopher’s part in the drama was scarcely understood, and therefore the newspaper correspondent who wrote up the sensation in time for the morn- ing papers thought best to refer to him but sketchily. The name of Christopher Race became, by a mis- print. ‘“‘Ch#istopher Dace”; but even had he retained the “R,” which made the difference between importance and insignificance, it would have mat- tered little to London that day. There| was only one Race whose name was worth speaking, and it rang through England. But the end of the murder trial had been reached in a way which no one could have foreseen, not even those hest acquainted with all the detalls of the affair, 8ir Gordon had obtained permission to recall two witnesses—Miss Mendell and her secretary, Miss Mendell, the half-sister of the murdered man, had been the principal witness n.ga{nsl Lady Mendell. s Miss Mendell had sought to destroy her sister-in-law's defender, lest the woman .- she hated should be saved, and the fortune she desired lost. The secretary had helped her, not know- ing her true design, but, finding it out, had weakened. The one mistake in her calculations had been in trusting him too fully. Terrible admissions were wrung from the stricken man and woman—admissions bearing upon the past as well as the present. On the incident of the Nuremburg watch Sir Gordon Race, with almost diabolic ingenuity, made the poisoning case turn, and turn against Miss Mendell. After the cross-questioning of the pair by Lady Mendell's counsel, no jury vn earth would have convicted the young- er woman, unless the elder had first been made to stand her trial for her brother’s murder, and been proved innocent. \ Only one man in England could have accomplished this change, the world was saying, and perhaps a cer- tain American millionaire decided that such a son-in-law might be al- most as acceptable as a_duke. At all events, the engagement of Sir, Gordon Race to Miss Nora Collfngwood of New York was announced before the The force of the| which had so nearly engulfed the in- nocent. But Christopher Race was the first man allowed to offer his con- gratulations; and his idea for a wed- ding present caused him to search the curiosity shops for a Nuremburg watch of the early sixteenth century. (A New Adventure Next Week.) GASOLINE BATHS DO THE JOB. Mexican Laborers Get Real Cleaning Up When They Go To Work For Uncle Sam. Recently the Wational Civic Fed- eration commissioned Dr. Thomas Darlington, formerly health commis- sioner of New York City, to make a report on sanitary conditions in the American army on the border and in Mexico. He made the trip_from the ‘border to General Pershing’s head- quarters in a touring car bearing two ! officers in charge: of a motor truck caravan transporting _supplies Pershing’s men. In general he was interested in the problem of driving ! twenty-nine huge trucks 120 miles |'through the desert, but in particular he was intrested in the methods of safeguarding the health of the men on*whom the success of the trip de- pended. The military road, which hag been built since the American troops went in, is in many places almost im- passable. In order to get over the bad places two of the twenty-nine trucks were filled with Mexican laborers hired by the United States government to help/stalled trucks out of trouble. They, of course, came in contact with the Amgricans, who op- erated the trucks, and it was neces- sary for the army sutgeons to make sure that they were in good health, They were typical Mexican laborers, and, therefore, none to clean. The army sanitarians - also had reason to believe that some of them were in- fested with insect foes that might dis- turb the peace of their slumbers. Ac- cordingly, before the laborers were finally accepted, they were vaccinated against smallpox and inoculated with a typhoid fever preventive. This, of course, they did not like. And after they had been convinced of neces- sity of protection from sickness the subject of insects was broached. The sanitarians had decided that the onl safe course was to bathe each Mexi- can in gasoline. This-ofder the lab- orers naturally resented, but no time was to be lost in argument, and they were won over by short but effective means. 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