Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-11-11
Obe HolladQY Case
She looked at me doubtfully.

'I must remember MT. Graham's warning" she said. You haven't in- vented this astonishing story just to entertain me, MT. LesterY
 "On my word, no," I responded lit tie bitterly. T only wish had!"
 "Therew she said contritely. "I shouldn't have doubted. Forgive me, Mir. Lester Only it seemed so fantas- tic, so improbable''-
 Tt is fantastic" assented, but, un- fortunately. 1t is true. We must keep an eye on M Martigny, or Bethune."
 (Which is his real name"
 Those are the only ones 1 know, but doubt if either Is the true one"
 Royce and Mrs. Kemball joined us moment later. and we sat watching the low, distant Long Island shore un- til the gong summoned us to lunch. A word to the steward had secured us one of the small tables in an alcoye at the side. Our first meal at sea was a merry one, MT. Royce seeming in such spirits that was more than ever determined not to disturb him with the knowledge of Martlgny's presence. As the moments passed my fears seemed more and more uncalled for. It was quite possible, I told myself. that had been making bogy of my own ina ginings. The Frenchman did not appear in the saloon, and after ward an inquiry of the ships doctor developed the fact that he was seri- ously i'll and quite unable to leave his stateroom.
 may as well confess at once that l was seasick It came next morning, ten minutes after I had left my berth, not a violent sickness, but faintness and giddiness that made me long for my berth again, but MT. Royce would not hear of it. He got me out on deck and into my chair, with the fresh breeze blowing full in my face. There was a long line of chairs drawn up there, and from the faces of most of their occupants judged they were far more miserable than I. ... .
 After awhile the doctor came down the line and looked at each of us, stop ping for moments chat. s
 Wont you sit down a minute doc torT' I asked when he came to me, and motioned to Mir Royce's chair
 Why, you're not sick" he protest, cd, laughing.
 Tt wasn't about myself I wanted to talk" I said. "How's your other pa tient, the one who came aboard lastT
 His face sobered in an instant.
 ''Martigny is his name" he said, "and he's in very bad shape. He must have been desperately anxious to get back to France. Why. he might haze dropped over dead there on the gang plank"
 Its a disease of the heart?"
 Yes. far advanced. He can't get well, of course. but he may live ou indefinitely, if he's careful"
 Hes still confined to his bedT'
 "Oh. yes. He won't leave it during the voyage if he takes my advice. He's got to give his heart just as little work as possible or it'll throw up the job al together
 turned the talk to other things and in a few moments he went or along his rounds But I was not long alone, for I saw Miss Kemball coming toward me. ..
 ''So nal de mer has laid its hand on you, too. Mir. Lester"' she cried.
 ''Only a finger I said. But finger Is enough Won't you take pity on Q i poor landsman and talk to himf"
 But that's reversing our positionsr she protested. sitting down, neverthe. less. to my great satisfaction. Tt was you who were to be the entertainer, Is our Mephisto abroad yeti" she ask. cd in a lower tone.
 "AIephisto is still wrestling with his heart. which. it seems, is scarcely able to furnish the blood necessary to keep him going. The doctor tells me that he'll probably spend the voyage abed. Q
 'SO there'n be nothing for us 10 dc ! after all. Do you know. was longing ! to become a female Lecoq.'
 Perhaps you may still have the chance" I said gloomily. T doubt very much whether Mephlsto will consent | to remain inactive"
 | She cIapped her hands and nodded a laughing recognition to one of the ! passing promenaders.
 ! You're going to Paris. aren't you l Miss KemballT' I asked.
 ''TO Paris-yes. You tOo?"
 I've go first to Etretat,- said and stopped as she leaned. laughing back