Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-04-20
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l of fierce anger.
| Then, fixing her eyes on Taganrog, she
| raised the whip once more with a menac-
! ing attitude and pointed to the Kennel
| The wolf gave her a cowed look from his
| bloodshot eyes and SUNK in, growing as
! he disappeared.
Going up to the kennel she shot the bolt
| and made it fast. Then, returning the
| whip to it's place, she opened the iron
gates. passed through locked Them and
| faced me.
| when you came so near you were in
| danger" she said You did mad thing
| Taganrog was in the mood to spring at
! anyone. He fears me- but he would have
| torn you savagely, even through the bars
/ In his moments of fear and passion to tear
| anyone from limb to limb would be his de-
| light. You were foolhardy and in danger"
We were walking slowly back to the
| house, and had gone about twenty yards
when cry, clear, full and piercing rang
! on the air. 1t was terrible and so abso-
| lutely unexpected that l stood still and
That is the cry Of woman" I said
| What is wrong?"
| She smiled and stood still as though she
| were listening. The cry was not repeated,
| but the next instant the howl of many
| wolves in evident hunger broke on the
| stiffness.
What was that other cry?" asked
One of the wolves, perhaps" she an
swered. 'or'-she shrugged her shoulders
the ghost may really exist"
What ghost? Please speak, Mrs. Ben
! sasan."
| Again she shrugged her shoulders.
There is story extant in these parts to
which, OF course, l give no credence,' she
| replied; but the country folks say that
| the old vaults under the kennels are haunt
| ed. Those vaults are useless now and out
of repair, but they say that mailman once
| lived In Cray Lodge. He kept foxhounds,
and his wife died under mysterious cir
cumstances The story is that he shut her
into the cellars and starved her. I do not
know any particulars-the whole thing
n I,,+f A. 81.
will tell you, If you question them, that
now and then her cry comes out on the
midnight or evening air. 1 am rather
| pleased with the story than otherwise, for
| 1T keeps people off the vicinity of my
| wolves. You know, of course, why I.asked
| you and Mr.. Vandeleur here? Not only for
! the pleasure of your company, but in or
| der that your exceedingly clever friend
may discover If there are any people in the
| neighborhood who would dare to tamper
with my special pets. 1t would be easy to
| throw them poisoned meat through the
| iron bars of their Enclosures. A woman in
my profession is surrounded by enemies.
| All. how excited my wolves are tonight!
| Listen to Taganrog he is expressing his
| feelings.
prolonged howl, full of misery, rent
the air. We both returned in silence to the
house
you will find the hall warm and COM
Portable. Mr.. bruce. All there is Madame
Sara sitting by the fire; she is always good
company. Go and talk to her. You need
not begin to prepare for dinner for over an
hour"
She left me and l went into the hall.
Madame Sara was seated near the fire. The
freight fell on the red gold of her beauti-
full hair and lit up the soft complexion.
/ sat down beside her.
'Will you answer a question: / said,
suddenly. Where is Miss Bensasan?"
THAT secret belongs to her mother"
But you knOw-1 am certain you know"
1.-The secret belongs to Mrs. Bensasan,"
was madames reply
She sat STILL gazing into the flames that
licked the great logs on the hearth 1
watched her. She was as great an enigma
to me as ever. Suddenly she spoke in
Elective voice
You are, of course. aware that Mr.. Hill
iers is the son of very wealthy man."
Il only know that he is a diamond mer-
chant I replied
"And that" she answered, slowly. is
sufficient l shall have something to do
with the elder Mr. Killers before long. He
has just purchased Orion, the most mar
velous diamond that Africa has produced of
late years"
81 was not aware Of it, said.