The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-09-12
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neighborhood given; at events however Jim
determined solving
the mystery by arriving on the spot too late.
1t long journey to Mavistock, and unless it
taken the day previous Breaspear could not reach saans
Tor until thereabouts st. Martins The
unknown hour Of the trst probably earlier in the day.
and would be foolish to give oneself much trouble with
Arguing proposed
spending night little inn he dimy remembered
Malery and finding his to satans Tor the next
morning.
fortunate plans had this
sion for his train was late and he did not reach Mavsock
until nearly six O'clock Then the drive and he
the twilight arrived together at the quaint village of Nal
leryTavy.
it, remembered the inn, and -e
even remembered the whte-hared old landlord whom he
questioned the at NeWTake But the fam
lily who had lived there in the days when Jim had paid
visit to the place with his had moved away be-
farmed at New-Take had come from
another He had been inclined to be sociabe
at first and had often
friendly glass, all changed He
showed his at MaleryTavy when he could help it, and
a suspicious air, if he had a
he wanted hide but that all gossip 1t
only hadn't the frank, of the last
tenants who had been liked by who knew them as
the to have been acquaintance
thers-might remember.
Breakspear early leaving called
SUNRISE did to failure next day to
He did not know the hour Of the appointment at
but had given himself much trouble in
affair be it. At six in the morning he
by breakfasted and ready for his long
walk.
A part way he gone horseback; but
might prove inconvenience preferred to
60 on foot Halfway between allery-avy satans
was New-Tale Farm, by using shortcut which
Breakspear would
avoid the road which led past the farm Returning he
perhaps the sake of glance
at the old but in setting forth his
might turn adventure at alLhe had little in
cination sentimental lingering
It was a glorious across moor, smell
air, the Iarks singing tumbed hills,
distance the brown heather of last shin
Ing In the ful bursts OF sunlight But Breaspear was not
thinking beauty world His
occupied by womans beauty, and he telling himself
that On the way towards that this
he might well make his mind that he
should be able to find her At first had been the
mystery OF the black with the Maltese cross
him Dartmoor, but potency of
that magnet was increased thousandfod.
great humnnock Of volcanic rock that he
remembered into sight, little to the left
sihoueted against clear blue skywas the fallen monolh
which, from it's shape had been named satans Thumb By
time getting towards O'clock, and tho
the that Breakspar would have to wait for
before anything happened excitement well
cise warmed his
young pleased with himself for refusing
guide despite finding
this the loneliest least visited Darmoor
He began to walk slowly and strain his to-
So little did he expect the tryst have
morning surprised spy III
something that moved with odd
notion
He was away whether
thing human being animal Of lower order and
the monotonous motion puzzled him too; but as drew
standing
in the which engaged in deepening Already
it must two depth,
figure only visible His
and the noise of his striking the
and throwing up the stones earth which formed rough
heap on hole, prevented hearing
the newcomers approach.
intention early satan's Tor,
there station himself little conspicuous
possible await Developments but if he wished
the pile shadow of which
digging he could only do openly. It was
considering the Break
to digging a hole in the with
person persons mil
the mystery Of the black portmanteau He quite
of his footsteps,
still at last observing with establishment
heather which had been collected
and piled beside the hole the opposite side to the
haan of earth prOVyin0 large moment
Suddenly the ceased to dig, and STOPPING, seemed
the depth of the hole with Satisfied
with the result of his he laid his
in excavation the length
this turned and for first time became
strangers At sight of Breakspear standing
distant calmly observing him.
tide of color his already flushed from
the violence of his exercise The the
the quick blood Jms forehead driven
there by surprise at the revelation of the others
personality.
Here despite the rough
the flannel shirt which while hidden