This is what has almost driven me crazy."
Fumbling nervously in the pocket of his creaseless white waistcoat
he brought forth a death notice.
"From the Dial," he said, handing it to Average Jones.
The clipping looked conventional enough.
DIED--July 21, suddenly at the Hotel
Palatia: Telfik Bey of Stamboul, Turkey.
Funeral services from the Turkish
Embassy, Washington, on Tues. Ana Alhari.
"If the newspapers ever discover--" The young diplomat stopped
short before the enormity of the hypothesis.
"It looks straight enough to me as a death notice, except for the
tail. What does 'Ana Alhari' mean? Sort of a requiescat?"
"Yes; like a mice!" said young Mr. McIntyre bitterly. "It means
'Hurrah!' That's the sort of requiescat it is!"
"Ah! Then they got him the second time."
"What do you mean by 'second time?"'
"The Washington incident, of course, was the first; the attempted
murder--that is, the narrow escape of Telfik Bey."
Young Mr. McIntyre looked baffled. "I'm blessed if I know what
you're up to, Jones," he said.
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