Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1898-03-03
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railway was cheaper. and nearly as
safe. \ trivial question, surely: and
perhaps il was just as well that there
was no IN To whisper in Franks ear
that the whole course of his future life
depended on his decision. The railway
was very unpleasant-lse would take a
cab. But il would 10 be safe 10 take
a hanson, IL must be a four-wheeler.
i and f0ar-wheelcrs were so abominably
slow-he would 20 by the Under
ground.
So he decided. and he had hardly
taken his seat in the carriage. when
Joe Turnbull. an old schoolfellow of
his. came in and sat down opposite
him.
Fortunately, no one else was in the
carriage.
The two men stared at each other
for perhaps half a minute without
speaking Turnbull knew perfectly
well who Frank was: and Frank saw
by his face that he knew all about the
murder. Would he give him up:
For the first time the folly of risking
his iife-and something more than the
mere peril OF death-on the chance of
NOT meeting anyone wb3 would recog
nize him. forced itself upon Franks
brain He had been a fool. and he
must nov pay the penalty of his folly.
He did not say a word. Not a mus
| Gle of his face moved. as he looked his
old friend steadily in the eye. The
train began to move.
Suddenly Turnbull. who had been
sitting with folded arms. let them drop
Upon his knees. and bent forward.
Il can't do il, Lester he said, in an
agitated whisper. Its no use. can't
be the IA TO give you up. You're safe
cnough.so far rs | am concerned-but.
oh, Frank. what made you do such 4
thing: You must have been mad,'
You are not quite right, joe" said
Lester. coolly, .'but not far out. was
not mad. exactly. / vas walking in
my sleep"
"You were what:'
II was walking in ny sleep when l
killed Richard Joyce. | have no re-
lnembrance OF going near him. and IT
puzzles me even now how L got TO his
room. But no doubt l did get there
and he shuddered at the thought OF
what he must have done in that great.
silent room.
But Turnbull had o yet recovered
from his surprise. You were walking
in your Sleep he repeated.
Yes. Don't you remember how l
used to be given to il when 1 was at
school? Don't you remember DIR. Nor
ris catching me on the stairs late at
night. and IL was not until he was GO
ing to lick me that he discovered that l
was sound asleep
Remember II. OF course do, And
| say, Frank, lots of the fellows must
- rArn - /. <fA,a x-A,. rar !, ,n~,.
lan somnambulist in the old days.
favor: Wouldn't il be the best way TO
give yourself up to the police. and tell
them Just what you have told me?
upon you he added. seeing that Les
Ter did not reply at once, but l think
it's worth considering"
IF | had TO do 1t over again." said
Frank, in a voice that shook a little, in
spite OF ALT he could do. realizing, as
1 do row, what il Is to be an outlaw,
and that the disgrace to my fathers
name Is nearly as bad as il would have
been if--if-the worst had happened,
l almost think that | would have given
myself up. But the risk seemed too
great. and | took the advice of n friend
who said be thought l was certain TO
be convicted Now l think II is toe
late. They could say ii was IN after
t~hought-to declare that had done il
in my sleep They would ask for some
better proof than the evidence of my
schoolfellows. Somnambulism Is a
thing N grows out of, and did grow
out of it-but it kept on coming back
TO me when my trouble came"
Frank, you are not well-you are
very far from we'll" said Turnbull. as
the train stopped at the Temple Sta
tinn '.You get out here. and come 20
mC consulting room. l have a small
practice among men who live in the
Temple and men OF business who have
Offices in the neighborhood. You didn't
know | was a doctor: Well. l am; and
I'm goinJ TO doctor you: so come
alongr'
SITS awfully good OF you. Joe; and
l shall be thankful TO come, for /
haven't spoken to a soul since-since
IL happened But IL is my mind, not
my body. that wants doctoring."
"You shall tell me all about it after
lunch" said Turnbuii.
The young urgeo listened i'm ST.
lence. but with the keenest interest,
while Frank told his friend the whole
story OF his engagement. the disap-
prevail OF Joyce. Clovis advice that he
should meet Joyce without revealing
hts identity. the issue of the expert
ment, the quarrel. and what followed
it-his return to London. and. finally,
Ursu.a's mysterious disappearance.
with regard TO the last point said
Turnbull. when he had finished all he
had to say. my advice would be that
you consult q fellow l know called
Hurreli. He was formerly one OF the
detective staff AT Scotland Yard, but
he left them on account OF something
they wanted him TO do that he didn't
approve OF. He's a wonderfully deter
mined fellow, though he is 81 quiet.
He still lends a hand for the Scotland
Yard folks cccasionally--but l think
you are perfectly safe in consulting
him. or course. you need rot tell him
who you are unless you like; bat If l
we're you i would do SO. for not only Is
he a very honorable man. but he Is alb
snrdly grateful 70 me for some little
thing | did for him once when he was
i'll. and he wouldn't injure a friend OF
( rainc for the world"
Frank thanked his host warmly. ana
promised "a take his advice.
I'VE had better Iook him mn NOW