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JACK RIMINGTON. the man with the secret Rimington is loved by
• BETTY LUMSDEN, the daughter of
SIR GEORGE LUMSDEN, who. however, would like Betty to marry
PAUL SAXE. The latter, while outwardly her friend, is scheming to separate
her from Jack An opportunity arises when Betty Is implored by her sis
ter,
MRS. BARRINGTON, to help her raise fin.OOh to silence the blackmailing
demands of
EDMOND LEVASSEUR, whom she thought was dead, and who had forced her
into a trick marriage some years previously. Realizing that her husband,
ANTHONY BARRINGTON. Is a man who W’ould never forgive her for conceal
ing this affair. Mrs. Barrington, who has no other means of getting the
money to silence Levasseur, suggests that Betty should ask Saxe to lend
her the amount Betty reluctantly agrees, and goes to Saxe's rooms for
the mono Rimington is lured there, also, with a view to compromising
Bettv in his eyes, and he arrives in time to discover her standing over
the body of a dead man with a dagger in her hand. Betty vanishes in the
darkness, and Rimington manages to escape from the house in w’hlch he
has been trapped
Meantime. Mrs Barrington anxiously awaits the return of Betty, who
ultimate!' arrives at the Croft in a distressed and exhausted condition—
without the money. Nevertheless, the SIO,OOO reaches Mrs. Barrington by
post, the following morning
Who has sent this "Hush Money,” as it is described in the letter?
Nnd what terrible mystery is Betty involved in? These are the
Mrs Barrington asks herself. Barrington surprises bls wife and father
in-law by suddenly returning from Paris He is picking up the morning
newspaper from the floor to read to them an extraordinary item of news
that he had noticed while coming in on the train
The item is about the murder, and states that Levasseur has been ar
rested for the crime "The Lake of Blood.” a wonderful ruby belonging to
Fitzstephen, was found on him In the meantime Rlmington leaves the
cab that ho look after leaving the. house of death, and the cab driver calls
attention to red stains on his cuffs Ho hurries away to bls rooms. He
can not imagine how Betty came to be mixed up in this terrible affair
—Now Go On With the Story
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him with eyes that were held by an in
ner vision--the vision of his veiled fate,
like a great cat that watched and
crouched ready tn spring
Jack Rlmington, now awakened from
the stupor of sleep that had stolen nn
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him out of the ambush of bls fatigue,
stared at his reflection ip the mirror with
a sensation of distaste, that turned to re
lief as he heard the movement of the
German servant as, he set out his break
fast in the adjoining sitting room.
"It’s a good thing you haven't to face
Heinrich, my friend,”, he said, grimly, to
his reflection In the glass. "Your face is
a hanging face this morning”
He waited until he had heard th* man
leave the-room. and then he rushed in
and seized the paper that had come tip nn
the breakfast tray eagerly.
His hands shook violently as he turned
the paper in search of the thing he sottg) '
and dreaded; then, as his eyes fell at bt»t
on the staring (leadlines, an exclamation
that was hardly relief burst from his
lips and his grip on the sheets tightened.
"Shocking murder In the West End.
Well Known Money Lender Stabbed. At
tempted Theft of the World's Third
Greatest Jewel—the Lake of Blood.”
Rimington’s color came and w-ent as he
read.
Neither Betty Lumsden the girl he had
seen standing like another Jael above the
body of the murdered man nor himself,
who had made that descent in the Inferno
of fear In the suddenly darkened room
alone with the man foully done to death,
who had shown his fear-twisted face to
the besieging police, but another man. had
been arrested on suspicion
The sudden relief that had leapt up in
Rimington’s heart died down almost as
suddenly as he read on, but something
so sinister and incredible that be put up
his hand to his head with a dazen gesture,
as though for the moment he hardly
dared to trust the evidence of his senses
“Late last night Tempest street, a
cul-de-sac of old-fashioned residences
near Leicester Square, was the scene of
a ghastly tragedy, Mr J J. Fitzstephen.
the well-known money-lender, being
found stabbed to death in a room on the
first floor of his residence. No. 88-B.
The attention of the police was direct
ed to the spot by Mr Taul Saxe, the
well-known financier, who. calling on Mr.
Fitzstephen by appointment and failing
to gain admittance to the house, had bis
suspicions aroused by a cry for help and
informed the police constable on point
duty, who summoned assistance. After
considerable difficulty an entrance was
> made, when a brief but exciting struggle
' resulted In the capture of the murderer,
who had entrenched himself in the back
premises of the house.
A Baffling Mystery,
"The motive of the murder, appears to
have been robbery, as the dead mans
safe had been ransacked and his collec
tion of unset jewels overhauled. The
prize of the collection, the world-famous
ruby, reputed to be the third famous
gem in the world and bearing the sinis
ter name of the Lake of Blood, was found
in the murderer's possession.
"The arrested man, who gives the name
of Edmond Levasseur, hut appears to be
of English nationality, is vehement in
protesting bis innocence."
The Lake of 8100d —In the murderer's
i possession! But the Lake of Blood was
here —In his own pocket. He thrust his
• hand into bls pocket and drew out the
shabby chamois bag and spilled the glit
tering wonder that It contained into the
palm of his left hand. The great stone
seemed to gather the light and hold it.
transmitting the sunlight to a glow, deep
and wonderful and sensuously beautiful —
not of blood, but of time-mellowed wine.
Rimington knew little enough of
but the Lake of Blood was a compendium
of information in itself As he gazed at
the thing in his Hand, that seemed to him
to glow with a thousand Internal fires,
even without his small knowledge of the
lapidary’s art, instinct would have told
him that this marvelous thing was of in
calculable beauty and worth. And. since
there were not two. but only one. I-ake
of Blood rubies extant. It followed that
if this were genuine, as it undoubtedly
was, then that other discovered on the
person of this man Edmond Levasseur,
arrested in Tempest street, was not.
What did it mean?
It seemed to Rimington that the hun
dred red glittering eyes of the stone
looked up at him. mocking his horror and
bewilderment. Suddenly, as last night in
that street of strange, dose-eyed houses
a sense of evil and dread and fear had
come upon him even before he entered
the house where murder had been done,
so now it seemed- to him that from this
wonderful jewel that shone so gloriously
in his hand, lying there in the light of
the sun, there came forth an aura of
evil*
The room seemed suddenly alive with
whispering voices, the voices of the dead
men whom its beauty had seduced to
crimes of blood and treachery and shame
voices that spoke of disgrace and shame
and ruined lives and broken friendships.
With a quick shudder of repugnance
Rimington slid the jewel back intr its
shabby bag and thrust it into his poiket.
He did not know what he was going to
do with it, or how he was going to rid
himself of its treasure-love so unwillingly
acquired, but of one thing he was cer
tain. He refused to remain its custodan.
The Arm of the Law.
■lack Rimington .walked quickly down
Chandon street and. plunging throigh
the early morning traffic of the Stratc,
cut into one of the narrow streets tfat
lead, ill savoredly enough, to the rive.
Like most decisions of real importance
this decision that obsessed him now, t<
be rid at any price of the Lake of Blow!
the jewel whose very name was a grim
commentary on its history, had come to
Rimington in one lightning moment.
Before he attempted anything else —be-
fore he went, as he knew he must go. to
Weybourne to see the girl he loved —be-
fore he telegraphed to his assistants at
the laboratory at Westport—he must rid
himself of this evil thing that had come
so unwelcomely into his possession.
It is one of the most difficult things
in the world, as a rule, to dispossess one
self of undesirable property in London;
but in this case the task promised to be
easy enough The solution had come to
Rimington while he dressed. He would
simply take a walk across one of 'the
bridges, and, in mid-channel, so to speak,
as unostentatiously as possible." fling the
evil-omened thing into the water.
Tlie early morning business rush from
the south side was at its height as he
mounted the steps leading to Hunger-
By META SIMMIS
Author of “Hushed Up' ’
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ford Bridge. Rimington was glad
as his action was all the more like
pass unnoticed in a crowd. He
with his hand clenched on the thing >t.
lay in his pocket—this stone wortl,,.
king's ransom that men had schemed jj
lied and sinned to gain possession of. 1,
that he burned with eagerness to be r
of. His pace was not that of a man it,
tent on reaching business, but rather tha
of a stranger sauntering interested!'
among the crowds that are London's life.
Midway across the bridge he paused
and. leaning over the parapet, stood for
a moment or two looking eastward, to
where the dome of St. Paul's rose gold
capped and mist-shrouded in the sun.
Then, withdrawing his hand, from his
’ pocket, with a swift twist of his wrist ho
sent the chamois bag and its contents
flying through the air. The impetus must
, have broken the fastening of the bag, for
n its flight the Lake of Blood escaped
rom it and dived with a splash of light
I nto the river.
, With a sigh of relief Rimington tumeff
nd walked quickly on. Before he had
s sached the southern end of the bridge
' h paused, his heart caught suddenly by
tgreat fear. Someone had touched him
■ sarply on the shoulder and a peremp
t-y voice had spoken his name Into hia
'er.
' \t the sound of his name Rimington
Sting round; and in that brief act of
; tming, as drowning men are said to see
th acts of a lifetime flash kaleidoscopic
faiion before their eyes, so to him came
1 a ghtning vision of what this touch
t ment.
Continued Tomorrow,