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It was only by putting our helm hard down that we avoid- ed a collision, and ‘before we could round them and recover our way the Aurora had gained a good :twohun- dred yards. She was still, however, well in view, and the murky uncertain ' twilight was settling into a clear star- lit night. Our boilers were strained to their utmost, and the frail shell vi- brated and creaked with the fierce en- ergy which was driving us along. “0 had shot through the pool past the ' W est India docks, down the long Dept- ford Reach, and up again after round- ing the Isle of Dogs. The dull blur in .front of us resolved itself now clearly enough into the dainty Aurora. Jones turned our searchlight upon her, sol, that we could plainly see the figures upon her deck. One man sat by the stem, with something black between his knees over which he stooped. Beside him lay a dark mass which looked like a Newfoundland dog. The boy held the tiller, while against the red glare of the furnace I could see old Smith, stripped to the waist, and shoveling coals for dear life. They may have had some doubt at first as to whether we were really pursuing them, but now as we followed every winding and turn- ing which they took there could no longer be any question about it. At Greenwich we were about three hundred paces behind them. At Blackwall we could not have been more than two hundred and fifty. I have coursed many creatures in many countries dur- ing my checkered career, but never did sport give me such a wild thrill as this mad, flying man hunt down the Thames. Steadily we drew in upon them, yard by yard. In the silence of the night we could hear the panting and clanking of their ma- chinery. The man in the stern still crouched upon the deck, and his arms were moving as though he were busy, while every now and then he would look up and measure with a glance the distance which still separated us. Nearer we came and nearer. Jones yelled to them to stop. Vie were not more than four boats’ lengths behind them, both boats flying at a tremen- dous ace. It was a clear reach of the rider, with Barking level upon one side and the melancholy l’lum- stead marshes upon the other. At our hail the man in the stern sprang up from the deck and shook his two clinched fists at us, cursing the while in a ,high, cracked voice. Ile was a_ .oo‘d=sized, powerful man, and ashfie stood poising the thigh downwards there was but a. w ooden stump upon the right side. At! the sound of his strident, angry cries there was movement in the huddled bundle upon the deck. It straightened itself into a little black man—the smallest l have ever seen—with a great, misshapen head and a shock of tangled, disheveled hair. Iiolmes had already drawn his revolver. and I whipped out. mine at the sight of this savage, dis- torted creature lie was wrapped in some sort of dark ulster or blanket, which left only his face exposed, but 11E SHOCK III! TWO CLINCHED FISTB AT US. that face was enough to give a man a sleepless night. Never have I seen features so deeply marked with all lies- tiality and cruelty. Ilis small eyes glowed and burned with a somber light, and his thick lips were writhed back from his teeth, which grinned and chat- tercd at 11s with a half animal fury. “Fire if he raises his hand," said IIolmes, quietly. fife were within a boat‘s length by this time. and almost Within touch of our quarry. I can .see the two of them now as they stood, the white man with his legs far apart, shrieking out curses, and the unhal- lowed dwarf, with his hideous face, and his strong yellow teeth gnashing at us in the light of our lantern. It was well that we had so clear a view of him. Even as we looked he plucked out‘from under his covering a short, round piece of wood, like a school ruler, and clapped it to his lips. Our pistols rang out together. He whirled round, threw up his arms, and with a kind of chok- ing cough fell sideways into the stream. 1 catht one~ glimpse of his venomous, menacing eyes amid the white swirl of the waters. At the same moment the wooden-legged man threw himself upon the rudder and put it. hard down, so that his boat made straight in, for the southern bank. while we shot past her stern, only clearing her by a few feet. We were round after her in. an instant, but she was already nearly at the bank. It was a wild and desolate place, where the moon glimmered upon a wide ex- panse of marsh land, with pools of stagnant water and beds of decaying vegetation. thud, ran'up on the mud bank, with himself ' with legs astridc I could see that from ‘ The launch, with a dull‘ her how in the air and her stern fiuslu with the 111311.111 The fugitive sprang out, but ins stump instantly sank 'its whole length into the soddon soil. In vain he struggled and writhed. Not one step could he possibly take either forwards or backwards. Ile yelled in impotent rage, and kicked frantically into the mud with his other foot. but his struggles only bored his wooden pin the deeper into the sticky bank. When we brought our launch alongside he was so firmly anchored that it was only by throwing the end ofa lope over his shoulders that we were able to haul him out and to drag him, like some evil fish, over our side. The two Smiths, father and son, sat sullenly in their launch, but came aboard meckly enough when com- manded. The Aurora ’herself we hauled off and made fast to our stern. A solid iron chest of Indian workman- ship stood upon the deck. This, there could bc no question, was the same that had contained the ill-omened treasure of the Sholtos. There was no key, but it was of considerable weight, so we transferred. it carefully to our own little cabin. As we steamed slowly upstream again, we flashed our search-light in every direction, but there was no sign of the islander. Somewhere in the dark ooze at the bottom of the Thames lie the bones of that strange visitor to our shores. “See here,” said lIolmes, pointing to the wooden l1at-cl1way.) “We were hardly quick enough with our pistols.” There, sure enough, just behind where we had been standing, stuck one of those murderous darts which we knew so well. It must have whizzed between us at the instant that we fired. , llolmes smiled at it, and shrugged his shoulders in his, easv fashion, but I confess that it turned me sick to think of the horrible death which had passed so close to us that night. “QUITE A FAMILY PARTY,” 11E BEMARKED. CHAPTER XI. THE GREAT AGRA TREASURE. Our captive sat in the cabin opposite : to the ‘iron box which he had done so much and waited so long to gain. ‘He was a. sunburncd, reckless-eyed fellow. with a network of lines and wrinkles all over his mahogany foattires, which told of a hard, open-air life. There was a singular prominence about his bearded chin which marked a man who was not to be easily turned from his purpose. Ilis age may have been fifty or thereabouts, for his black curly hair was thickly shot with gray llis face in repose was not an un- pleasing one, though his heavy brows and aggressive chin gave him, as I had lately seen, a terrible expression when moved to anger. He sat now with his handcuffed hands upon his lap and his head sunk upon his breast, while he looked with his keen, twinkling eyes at the box which had been the cause of his ill- ~doings. It seemed to me that there was more sorrow than anger in his rigid and contained countenance. Once he looked up at me with a gleam of something like humor in his eyes. “Well, J Onathan Small," said llolmcs, _ lighting a cigar, ."I am sorry that it has come to this.” “And so am I,” he answered, frankly. “I don‘t believe that I can swing over the job. I give you my word on the book that I never raised my hand against Mr. Sholto. It was that little hcll hound Tonga who shot one of his cursed darts into him. 1 had no part in it. sir. I was as grieved as if it had been my blood-relation. 1 w‘clted the little devil with the slack (111.11 of the rope for it, but it was done, and I could not undo it again." “Have a cigar," said llolmes; “and you had best take apull out of my flask, for you are very wet. Ilow could you expect so small and weak a man as this black fellow to overpower Mr. Sholto and hold him while you were climbing the rope? "You seem to know as much about it as if you were there. sir. that I hoped to find the room clear. I knew the habits of the house pretty, well, and it was the time when Mr. Sholto usually went down to his sup- per. 1 shall , make no secret of the business. The best defense that I can make is just. the simple truth. Now, if it. had been the old major I would have swung for him with a light heart. I would have thought-no more of knif- ing him than of smoking this cigar. But it’s cursed hard that] should be lagged over this young Sholto, with whom I had no quarrel whatever.” “You are under the charge of Mr. Athelney Jones, of Scotland Yard. lie is going to bring you up to my rooms, and I shall ask you for a true account of the matter. You must make a clean breast of it, for if you do I hope that 1 may be of use to“ you. I think I can prove that the poison acts so quickly that the man was dead before ever you reached the room.” “That he was, sir. 'I never got such a turn in my life as When, I saw him grinning at me with his head on his shoulder as I climbed through the win— dow. It fairly shook ire, sir. I’d have half killed Tonga for it if he had not scrambled 01?. That was how he came to leave his club, and some of his darts, too, as he tells me, which I dare say helped to put you on our track; though how you kept on it is more than I can tell. I don‘t feel no malice against you for it. But it. does seemaqueer thing,” he added, with a bitter smile, “that I, I who havea fair claim to nigh upon I The truth is [Q ' Sholto’s. half amillion of money shbuldospEnd the first half of my life building a breakwater in the Andamans. and am like to spend the other half diggin’ drains at. Dartmoor. It was an evil day for me when first I clapped eyes upon the merchant/Achmet and had to do with the Agra treasure, which never brought anything but a curse yet upon the man who owned it. To him it brought murder, brought fear and guilt, to me it has meant slavery for life.” At. this moment Athelney Jones thrust his broad face and heavy shoul- ders into the tiny cabin. “Quite a fam- ily party,”he remarked "I think 1 shall have a pull at that flask, Holmes.- , lVell, I think we may all congratulate each other. Pity we didn’t la’cake the other alive; but there was no choice. I say, Holmes, you must confess that you cut it rather fine. It was all that we could do to overhaul her.’ “All is well that ends well,” said Holmes. “But I certainly did not know that the Aurora was such a clipper.” “Smith says that she is one of the fastest launches on the river, and that if he had had another man to help him with the engines we should never have caught her. He swears he know's noth- ing of this Norwood business.” “Neither he did ” cried our prisoner ——“not a word. I chose his launch be- cause I heard that she was aflyer. We told him nothing, but we paid him well, and he was to get something. handsome if we reached our vessel, the Esmeralda, at Gravesend, outward bound for the Brazils.” “Well, if he has done no wrong we shall see that no wrong comes to him. If we are pretty quick in catching our men, we ar 01: so quick in condemn: ingthem.” It was‘ amusing to notice how the consequential Jones was al- ready beginning to give himself airs on the strength of the capture. From the slight smile which played over Sher- lock Holmes’ face, I could see that the speech had not been lost upon him. “We will be at Vauxhall_ bridge presently,” said J Ones, “and shall land you, Dr. \Vatson, with the treasure- box. I need hardly tell you that I am taking a very grave responsibility upon myself in doing this. It- is most irreg- ular; but of course an agreement is an agreement. I must, however, as a mat— ter of duty, send an inspector with you, since you have so valuable a charge. You will drive, no doubt?” "Yes, I shall drive.” “It is a pity there is no key. that we may make an inventory first. You will have to break it open. IVhere is the key. my man?” “At the bottom of the river,” said Small, shortly. “Hum! There was no use you giv- ing this unnecessary trouble. We have had work enough already through you. However, doctor, I need not warn you to be careful. Bring the box back with you to the Baker street rooms. You will find us there on our way to the station.” They landed me at Vauxhall with my heavy iron box and with a bluff, genial inspector as my companion. A quarter of an hour'sdrive brought us to Mrs. Cecil Forrestcr's. The servant seemed surprised at so late a visitor. Mrs. Cecil Forrester was out for the evening. she explained. and likely to be very late. Miss Morstan, however, was in the drawing-room; so ‘1) the drawing-room I went, box in hand, leaving the obliging inspector in the cab. She was seated by the open window, dressed in some sort of white diaphan- , ous material, with a little touch of scarlet at the neck and waist. The soft light of a shaded lump fell upon her as she leaned back in the basket chair. playing over her sweet. grave face. and tinting with a dull metallic sparkle the rich coils of her luxuriant hair. one white arm and hand drooped over the side of the chair, and her whole pose and figure spoke of an absorbing melancholy. At the sound of my foot- izzll she sprang to her feet, however. and a bright flush of surprise and of pleasure colored her pale cheeks. “I heard a cab drive up,” she said. “I thought that Mrs. Forrester had come back any early, but I never dreamed that. it might be you. W‘ 1at news l1a1c you brought me?” “I have brought something better than news,” said 1, putting down the box upon the table and speaking jov- ially. and boisterously, though my heart was heavy within me. “I have brought you sOmething which is worth all the news in the world. I have brought you a fortune.” She glanced at the iron box. “Is that the treasure, then?” she asked, coolly enough. “Yes, this 15 the great Agra treasure. Half of it is yours and half 15 Thaddeus You will have a couple of hundred thousand each. Think ' of that! An annuity of ten thousand pounds. There will be few richer young ladies in England. Is it not glorious?” 1 think that I must have been rather overacting my delight, and that she detected a hollow ring in my congratu- lations,‘for I saw her eyebrows rise a little, and she glanced at me curiously. “If I have it,” said she, “I owe it to you. “No, no,” I answered, 1”not to me, but to my friend Sherlock Holmes. With all the will in the world, I could never have followed upaclew which has taxed even his analytical genius. As it Was, we very nearly lost it at the last moment. ” “Pray sit down and tell me all about it, Dr. Watson, ” said she. I narrated briefly what had occurred since 1 had seen her last—Ilolmes‘ new method of search, the discovcrv of the Aurora, the appearance of Athclney Jones, our expedition in the evening, and the wild chase down the Thames. She listened with parted lips and shin- ing eyes to my recital of our adventure When I spoke of the dart which 1111.1 so narrowly missed us, she turned so 'white that I feared she was about to faint. “It is nothing,” she said, as l hastened to pour her some water. “I am all right again. It was a shock to me to hear that I had placed my friends in such horrible pct 21. ” ’ ' ['ro LE (omntnn nrxr FRIDAY ] to Maj. Sholto it‘ *GAZETTE.VIl Ix '7- Now is l. lime To Send in Your Advertisement ‘11 ¥ - orS ing lode. 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