Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1893-12-29

tack should Ia postponed. III view of the
uncertainty with regard to the hour Of his
return That would account for Mere
Lucas present inactive attitude.
After waiting a little while another sup
position suggested itself. What if the
scene If attack had simply been shifted
Is TaraS going out? had heard rumors
If I.cr,un- being robbed on the embank-
Incnt anl thrown into the river Taras had
an inflammation for the emhankncnt. which
ni@ht hc known to his watchful enemies.
They might Way lay him mt some point be-
tween Westminster bridge and Lambeth
and Silence him In that expeditions way.
At That moment Big Ben chimed the
three-quartcrs past ~. strained my ears
To- catch some other sound, lut none break
ing the intense silence resolved To end my
int"lcrablc suspense by going out To Gud
Taras
/ slipped off my shoes and ran silently
up stairs. From my room took n small
hat and dark blue ulster, shut the door.
and having assured myself 10y the sound
of Mere Lucas peaceful breathing that
there was certainly no danger in leaving
her l descended to the living room and in
a couple Of minutes completed my prepara-
ton.
Not n soul WAS in sight when looked
out With the key had taken from the
kitchen ! closed the door carefully and
then sped off on my strange mission. The
All,"rt Cmbanhmcnt WAS deserted but for
poor wretch asleep under the wall Of the
hospital. 1t struck IL as l crossed West
minister bridge. Keeping the north side
FASTENED along the Victoria embankment,
eagerly scanning every figure that came
within my range Of vision, turned up Vii
Tiers street and thence on to the Adelphi
terrace. y brougham stood before an open
door. The driver was doing something to
the horses bit No one else was to be seen
on the terrace. saw him stop to look ut me.
but rs drew nearer he turned his face and
busted himself again with the harness. On
the fanlight of the door was written,
"Grandison Chambers" 1t was there that
Gordon had his rooms. stopped, asking
myself what should do now.
The brisk walk had dissipated that part
of my anxiety which was due to morbid
| imagination. 1t was on my mind to ask
the driver of the brougham if he had seen
any one leave the house when he cast his eyes
around and gave me another furtive look.
He was a peculiar looking man, gaunt
y,
low cheeks, and the sidelong glance under
his beetling brOws was SO suspicious and
| uncanny that in my nervous, hesitating
| mood j could not summon resolution to
question him. l walked toward the end of
| the terrace to settle what course l should
take, but before had gone dozen yards
from the door turned round. impatient Of
my indecision, with the resolve to speak to
L. h,l
the open door and stood now looking down
the terrace in the opposite direction. He
turned his head sharply and looked to-
ward me.
1t was not Taras. saw that at the first
glance, but the next instant perceived
that it was Kavanagh. knew him by bis
slight, erect, military looking figure. hil
close fitting coat and the correct hat drawn
low over his brows He must have seen
me and might have recognized me, for
stood under the light Of q lamp. but as II
from indifference or polite discretion he
took no further notice Of me, but sauntered
to the driver Of the brougham, spoke few
words to him. inaudible to me at that dis
lance. and then sauntered back into the
house.
His presence treasured me, and / was
glad that had neither gone up to Gordon's
rooms nor spoken to the driver. Obvious
ly he had dropped in and prolonged the Wis
it of Taras. Nevertheless could not make
up my mind to 60 back to Lambeth yet
turned again and walked on to the end oil
the terrace. where the ratings at the cor.
ner Of Adam street screened me. and there
I waited.
Very soon afterward Taras came out with
Gordon and Kavanagh. They stood chat.
ting for a few minutes; then they shook
hands, Kavanagh stepped into the brough.
am, and Gordon strolled Off with Taras In
the direction Of Villiers street.
The brougham passed me at the corner
Of Adam street, and the driver cast another
furtive glance at me, but Kavanagh Was
occupied in lighting a cigarette.