The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-09-05
There's bound to be-

was a, idea, Calverey stopped to
think. All wanted to avoid the police
They up couple flights stairs to
the top landing The glmmer of jet showed, as he
expected trap door and ladder hanging to hook
against the wall.
twinsling planted the rusty
bolts shot back with some difficulty replaced the
trap door and found themselves in loft it's floor thick
with dirt and dust second trap had yet to be raised
At last they the roof, and to far tho
of the next street matter for "a
roof formed rangles running engthwise with gutter
in the center Looking along the channel made by these
triangles attic
windows opening on the roof.
How going get down." exclaimed Gascoyne.
Phew! There's big drop of rain We're in for shower
bath. Pleasant, my"
away in A cry-a cry
unmistakable horror in virationburst their
asonshed was but one scream abruptly cut Off
it seemed. It did die away naturally.
They listened with beating hearts, but the
not repeated What was there SO agonzng about that
, instinct with appeal for help that made both
invounarily think of murder? Neither could say.
Some three houses attic window family
lit Calverley could hardly say by impulse he
was put ne ran to this window and looked thru
vivid flash of lightning made the whole interior visible
"Heavens' he cried. Look at that"
The opened windows which
hung like doors, and in the
A second flash showed lying stretched the
floor, his congested
In an instant Gascoyne by Calverey's side and
STOPPING the body.
by Jove!, muttered the surgeon '"The mans dead
strangled"
Amid the patterng rain a significant
sound i'll the adjoining roorn-the sound closing
softly
The two friends looked at each other. The
thought was minds both-the murderer was MAX
ing his The two communicated, and quick
thought they rushed pursuit An obstacle awaited
them-he door leading landing locked the
outside
"A pretty fxr' muttered Gascoyne. Locked
murdered man and no way of explaining but
that trying the police
raid on disreputabe gambling club Nice position for
a rising surgeon!' .2&
his forehead The shock following the effects of the
thoroy Caverley,
other hand perfectly cool.
Perhaps there is into the passage from the
Their he suggested.
Eyes, yes, muttered Gascoyne. hope goodness :
there is! Hang it, I've dropped handkerchief"
Leaving his friend cropping for his property, Calveey
haatened back. His conjecture to door
right and he called softly to his companion.
Found your handkerchief" he whispered.
Eyes, thank goodness! dared not leave it behind with
worked in the corner"
They rapidly descended the staircase The house
silent and dark They met one they heard the sound
Of Within minute they in the pelting rain
and racing along the flooded streets.
please do not come o'clock.-Adrenne."
Calverley threw the telegram the breakfast
table mpaently He had to catch the midnight train to
Chatham. looked forward long evening
He feverish uneasy could nothing. The
exciting of fresh in his
He opened the newspaper with feeling of
Yes, of the police raid, but
word about the dead Ought he not to give nforma
the police? But Gascoyne it would injure him
in his profession besides he had given his promise not
a word.
day passed he did quite know. The only
thing absolutely certain that he ate little and had
Then he kept his appointment.
The into which Mrs. Vernes maid showed him
where the pale moonlight flooded
balcony. the graceful outline of Adrenne
Verne's figure within the open French windows.
looked dazzingly fair in the pale mysterious light
The profile stood out sharp clear and delicate against the
of foliage; her bosom and fell in
regular pusatons the shoulders almost visible
beneath the daphanous Of her summer dress
She turned head towards him. A smile lowered
The lashes dangerously,
and then half opened.
Dear, Harold" she murmured.
words, the SOFT enticing whisper the glance from
dropping lids fired him. His blood coursed
veins like liquid fire.
Tell Adrienne'' he breathed carried by the
Of the moment and the vehemence of his passion
love me?'
snatced her fingers she covered her face with
both hands; bosom heaved ccnvulsivey.
His went around her slender waist, and he drew
to him, trying to remove her hands.