The Argosy, Vol. XXIV No. 2 — page 86: what you’re looking at

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278 THE RIVER OF DARKNESS. hastened down to his cabin to gather up his scanty luggage, for most of his traps had gone on to Calcutta in the Cleopatra. He buckled on his sword, put his revolvers in his pocket, clapped his big solar topee on his head, and then reached down for the morocco traveling case which he had stored away for better security under his berth. A cry of horror burst from his lips as he dragged it out. ‘The lock was broken, and the sides were flapping apart. For one brief second he stared at it like a madman, and then, with frantic haste, he fell on his knees, and, plunging his hands inside, began to toss the contents recklessly out upon the floor. ‘Toilet articles, linen, cigars, writing paper, jewelry, and various other things piled up until his finger nails scraped the bottom. He turned the case bottom up and shook it savagely, shook it until the silver clasps rattled against the sides, and then he sank back with a groan, while the drops of perspiration chased each other down his haggard cheeks, The precious despatches were gone. For the time being Guy was fairly driven out of his senses by the horror of the calamity. Ruin stared him in the face. What madness it was to leave those papers in his cabin! He had foolishly hesitated to carry them on his person for fear the perspiration would soak them through and through, and now they were hopelessly lost. TMhe cabin door had been locked, too. The thief must have had a key. The first shock over, his manliness asserted itself, and he took a critical view of the situation. He hardly suspected any person as yet. The des- patches must be recovered. ‘That was the first step. He flew up the stairs, three at a time, and rushed panting and breathless upon deck. | All about him was the hurry and bustle of preparation. The shore was close at hand, and the steamer was moving toward the rude wharf. Manuel Torres was leaning over the rail, coolly smoking a cigar. ‘The captain stood near by, gazing intently at the shore. He looked up with wonder as Guy appeared, crying out in hoarse tones: ‘I have been robbed, captain, treacherously robbed. Documents of the greatest importance have been stolen from my cabin, and not a soul shall leave this steamer till every inch of it has been searched. I demand your assistance, sir !’’ CHAPTER II.—A STRANGE MEFTING. TORRES looked up in apparent surprise from his cigar, and the captain’s ruddy face flashed a shade deeper. ‘Are you sure, sir?’’ he cried. ‘‘ This is a strange place for a robbery.’’ Guy turned on him hotly. ‘““A robbery has been committed, nevertheless, and the articles stolen are despatches for the governor of Zaila. ‘They were intrusted to me for deliv- ery, and I look to you to recover them.’’ ‘“Ah! Government despatches, were they ?’’ said the captain. ‘‘ Just step below and we’ll look into the matter.’’