Across the Cameroons

left Friar's Court. He had more reasons t

e he might, he could find it nowhere. The evidence was against Jim Braid, and there was no one to speak up on his behalf, for by then Harry Urquhart had returned to school. On the night Braid was wounded, only his coat pockets had been emptied, and, sin

and gave a full description of Braid to the police; but no trace of the boy could be found. It was not until Chr

. Langton's mind was the mind of a lawyer; he based his conclusions upon the testim

school, he obtained permission from his uncle to go to London. He felt perfectly certain that Braid was somewhere i

ented himself before Peter Klein, the informer,

shook his head, shrugged his shoulders, and found it impossible to make up his mind. Von Hardenberg made no secret of the fact that he was determined to undertake a journey through the German colonial territory of the Cameroons to th

he British police authorities had already been aroused in regard to his occupation, and that therefore he also would like to travel. He would accompany von Hardenberg to the West Coast, which was

for life if ever his conduct was made known to the departmental heads of the German Secret Service. And, moreover, in a few

od of Lake Chad, and driven his capture across the great plains to the east; he had hunted for slaves in the Upper Congo and the Aruwimi. Though he was starving, he boasted that he was a sheik, and said that his name was Bayram. He said he had been to the Cameroons River, and that he despised the Negro

unt in the midst of the great, seething city. He was out of work for some weeks; then he obtained work in the docks; after which he was again unemployed for nearly a month. By that time he had got to the end

elf in Jermyn Street. He had had no food that day. A taxi-cab drew up befo

m was the taxi, by the side of which he remained, in the hope of earning a copper by opening the door. Presently a manservant came from the house, carrying a box. Jim volunteered to help him, and the man agreed. Together they put the box upon the

finished, and the driver had strapped them securely together, two men came f

nd thin. He had a great black beard, and his eyes were like tho

the step and looked Jim Braid in the face. Near by a street lamp flared and flickered, and in t

zed. He did not know that misfortune had so changed him that his own mother would not have known him. He was thin

enberg in his old, insolent way,

aid Jim,

here's sixpence, and do

to go to Charing Cross. The Arab followed, closing the door,

hand. He was starving; his bones ached from physical exhaustion; his head throbbed

ick, spasmodic action he hurled the coin into the gutter,

st him, and uttered an exclamation of disgust. He walked on more rapidly than before, and came presently to Trafalgar Square, and before he knew where he was he found himsel

p into a face that he recognized at once. It was that of Harry Urquhart, h