Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1893-12-17
WHEELING REGIsTER. SUNDAY, DEoEMBER u 1888 PAGES.

the scene Of attack bad simply been
shifted bP Taras going out? I had
heard rumors Of persons being robbed
on the embankment and thrown into
the river. Taras had an infatnation
for the embankment, which might be
known to his watchful enemies. They
might Waylay him at some point be-
tween Westminster bridge and Lam
beth and ~.sllence" him in that expedi-
tious way.
AT that moment Big Ben chimed
the three-Quarters past 10. l strained
nv ears TO catch some other sound,
but none breaking the intense silence 1
resolved to end my intolerable suspense
By going out TO find Taras.
slipped OF my shoes and ran silent
" up stairs. From my room l took a
small hat and a dark blue ulster, shut
the door, and having assured myself
by the sound OF Mere Lucas peaceful
breathing that there was certainly no
d anger In leaving her I descended TO
the living room and In couple OF
minutes completed ny preparation.
Not a soul was In sight when l looked
out With the key l had taken from
the kitchen I closed the door carefully
and then sped of on my range mis-
sion. The Albert embankment was de-
serted but for 3 poor wretch asleep IN
der the wall OF the hospital. II struck
IL IS I crossed Westminster bridge.
Keeping the north side 1 fastened along
the Victoria embankment, eagerly scan
ming every figure that came within my
range Of vision, turned up Viii
liers street and thence on TO the Adel-
phi terrace. A broughsm stood before
an open door. The driver was doing
something 70 the horses bit. No one
else was TO be seen on the terrace. l
saw him stop to look at me, but as 1
drew nearer be turned his face and
busted himself again with the harness.
On the fanlight OF the door was written
Grandson Chambers" 1t was there
that Gordon had his rooms. l stopped,
asking myself what l should do now.
The brisk walk had d~issipated that
part OF ny anxiety which was due to
morbid immaginatlon. 1t was on'my
mind TO ask the driver OF the ~btougham
II he had seen anyone leave the house
when he cast his eyes around and gave
me another furtive look.
He was a peculiar looking man, Raunt
and u~ngainly. With deep-sunk eyes and
hollow cheeks, and the sidelOng glance
under his beetling brOws was so sus-
picious and uneannY that in my nerV-
Gus, hesitating mood l could not sum-
mon resolution to question him. l
walked toward the end Of the terrace
to settle what course I should take, but
before I had gone a dozen yards from
the door I turned round, impatient Of
my indecision, with the resolve to speak
TO the man. Some one had just come
from the oDen door and stood now look
ing down the terrace in the opposite
direction. He turned his head sharply
and looked toward me.
It was not Taras. I saw that at the
first glance, but the next instant l per-
ceived that it was Kavanagh. l knew
him BY his slight, erect, military look
ing figure, bis 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 a lamp, but as IL from indtter-
ence or polite discretion be took no
further notice Of me, but sauntered to
the driver Of the brOugham, spoke a few
words TO him. inaudible to ms at that
distance, and then sauntered back into
the house.
His presence treasured me, and l was
glad that 1 had neither gone up to Cor
dOu's rooms nor spoken TO the driver.
Obviously be had dropped in and pro-
longed the visit Of Taras. Neverthe-
less I could not make up my mind TO go
back 10 Lambeth yet. l turned again
and walked 70 the end OF the terrace,
where the ratings at the corner Of
Adam street screened me, and there l
waited.
Very soon afterward Tsras came out
With Gordon aud Kavanagh.' They
stood chatting for a few minutes; then
they shook hands, Kavanagh stepped
into the b~rougham, aud Gordon strOlled
of with Taras in the direction Of VIII
liers street.
The ~brougham passed me- at the cor
ner Of Adam street, and the driver
cast another furtive glance at me, but
Kayanagh was occupied in lighting a
cigarette.