Picture Show (Nov 1919-Apr 1920)

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" asked the detective, looking suspiciously at Owen. The artist shook his head. "I can't think." There's nothing of value in it. Merely a change of linen and my toilet requisites." He opened the hag and showed the contents to MeQuadc, who made no comment beyond a grind . On his arrival at his own place. Owen changed his clothes and then went to his studio. On his return, he found a letter from MeQuadc. asking him fo meet him at a certain house in the City, " I wonder what he has found out," muttered Owen. He decided it was best to go at once. [I the detective had made up his mind to arrest Muriel he might be in time to give her a warning. The house MoQuade had selected as a meeting place was in a rather rough quarter of the City, and Owen was Hot quite easy in his mind as he knocked at the door. It was opened by a Chinaman, hut before Owen had time to see the man's face ho was struck from behind, and he fell to the floor like a log. When he came to himself he found lie was in a kind of temple. At one end of the room was an altar, before which a number of Chinamen were bowing and muttering incantations. " Hish ! " The warning came from a figure at his side, bound like himself. To Owen's astonishment, it was MoQuade. " How did you come here ? " he whispered. " In answer to a letter from you," replied the detective. " What brought you here ? " " A letter from you," whispered Owen. " We have both been nicely fooled," muttered the detective. " Never mind. I've nearly got rid of my bonds. When I've got clear I'll free you, and we must make a fight of it." While the detective struggled with the ropes, a Chinaman brought in a bag. which Owen recognised as his. lie nudged MeQuadc. and the latter nodded as he kept tugging aw ay at the ropes. The Chinaman opened the bag and brought out a cake of soap. Cutting it open, lie pulled the halves apart, and there in the centre was the Green (Jod. With murmurs of awe. the Chinamen prostrated themselves as the priest placed it on the altar. As he did so. MeQuadc freed himself, and in a fewmore momenta he had released Owen. As they got to their feet the priest turned and saw them, and the Chinamen rushed upon them at his command. There was a desperate struggle, but Owen and the detective got clear, and gained the street. Here McQuade rang up a patrol station and in a lew minutes a wagon filled with policemen appeared. They forced the door of the house, but when, guided by MeQuadc, they reached the room in which he had been a prisoner, there was no trace of cither Chinese or altar. Every trace of the temple had disappeared. The Picture Show, November 15lh, ViY). Leaving MeQuadc to deal with the situation, Owen hurried back to Major Temple's house. On arriving there he found that the coroner had' already started the inquest in the library, and ax Owen entered the room Muriel had been called t« give evidence. She told the coroner the same story she had told MoQuade, and the official, glancing at hi [rotes, made no comment until she had finished, Then he rose in his chair. "1 must ask yon to tell me. Miss .Temple, what' made you return to the house ? " Muriel hesitated, and Owen winced with pain as he saw the tortured look in her eyes. " I saw a man crawling along the porch," she Jfthi in a voice little louder than a whisper. " Who was that man '! 1 may fell you. M.— Temple, that I have certain information which you tic not know of. Any attempt to shield anyone by hot answering my question will only gel j on into trouble." Muriel clasped her hands together, and again tin tortured look came into her eves. " Heaven help me ! " she cried. "It was my father ! ' With a moan of pain she sank to the floor in a swoon. As Owen rushed to her he heard the indignant denial of Major Temple, but still plainer the quirt voice of Li Min. " Missie Mulicl not see her father. She ;-ee rnc in him clothes. Me look just likec fiim." ~ Then you killed Mr. Ashton ? " said the eoiot.er. I.i Mill shook his head. " Me no killee him. Buddha killee him M. slmwee all ; " He led the way from the room, followed I > MeQuadc, who had just stepped in, and the eorom r f)n reaching the bedroom that bad been occupied l.y Ashton. the Chinaman pointed to the wooden canopy over the bed. " Him velly (lightened when he si c me deep hi window, and him spling out of bed. He bfttee head on top of wood and fallcc down dead. Me oeviit touch him. Buddha killee him." "1 believe he's right," said McQuade. If Ihn •„ himself on the bed in the attitude of a man asli ;-, and then sprang up suddenly.' Had he not wat I" a himself he would have struck his head exactly as li Mill had described Ashton had done. Then, standiiv on the bed, he examined the edge of the canopyi " The Chink's right. There is blood on this km K So far as the police are concerned, Ashton died i.u accidental death." "I agree," said the coroner. "And I think that will be your verdict, gentlemen," he added, turning to the jury. " What a terrible time you must have had. dearest." said Owen to his sweetheart, when all tinofficials had gone. " Yes but it is all over now," said Muriel, looking up into his eyes as he held her in his arms. " Tinevil influence of the Green Gad has gone out of out lives for ever." Adapted from the Vitagraph film, UcfatjrinQ II A /.'/ J' MOREYand HETTY BLTTBB by permits™ ■ the Vitagraph Copvp&ny. Two interesting photographs of DOROTHY DALTON, taken while on her holiday, which she spent in a long walking tour.