The Argosy, Vol. 81, No. 4 — page 147: what you’re looking at

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THE RING OF RAAJ. “Vou. cannot go up, please, Miss Granger.” “Why can’t I?” She faced him with a sort of quiet fury. ‘‘Please iell me one reason why I can’t.” “Why—Ill tell you,” Nealis said, his face lighting with inspiration. ‘Every time Stew goes to a dance he tanks up with 713 brandy; only at dances, understand. He’s up-stairs now, ossified, lit to the ears.” ‘Is he!” She shook her head sneeringly and, suddenly turning away, went up to her brother. “Jack,” she said, “I want you to take me to the fort at once; I am feeling des- perately ill.” _ (To Be Concluded.) twirled his stick, Mr. Charles Demp- ster Haviland came sauntering down Fifth Avenue. An unmistakably valeted young gentle- man, his debonair manner would have led any one into supposing him without a care in the world. Quite the contrary, as a matter of fact, was the case. Mr. Haviland had a great deal on his mind that particular morning. For one thing, he was bound on a most important shopping expedition. Te most important of his life, indeed. Among his contemplated purchases was a plain gold ring, a half- dozen scarf-pins and as many bridesmaids’ bouquets. For, at the fashionable Church of St. Au- gustus, ten blocks farther up the avenue, at half-past three o’clock that afternoon, Mr. Charles Dempster Haviland was going to be married. _ But first he was looking for a policeman. There was a man following him. Not by HH isiea’ G a light tune the while he —— s Lip, 2 ow any manner of means an ordinary man. The turbaned Hindoo in the loose black robe, who was fastened at the discreet dis- tance of a yard or so to his heels, would have attracted attention anywhere outside the motion pictures of a Delhi Durbar. Why the man was following him, and had been for ¢@he past ten minutes, Mr. Haviland did not know, nor could he even conjecture. Descending the steps of his club, he had first set eyes on the dark-skinned stranger pacing to and fro along the curb in front of the Amblers’. The fellow had seemed to be waiting for some one. Save that he lacked the conventional pack over his shoulder, he might have been a wandering rug-vendor. With only a passing glance at the “rum- lookin’ doggie,” as he had mentally. charac- terized the Oriental at the time, Mr. Havi- land, whose mind at the moment was occu- pied by far more important matters, had turned from the steps of the club to set off down the pavement. (C@ AMG SS HOO) (C@