Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1906-12-01
CHAPTER XIV.

I have asked Miss Mary Weston to
end her narrative at this point. l think
1t better that | should now take up
the threads of the story.
After Marnac's escape from Poland,
Sir Henry Graden and | Travelled to Ber-
lin. There We carefully examined the
book of extracts which had come into our
hands, and sent warning letters to those
writers who from the marginal notes
seemed to have especially reused this
madman's anger against them The ex-
treme animosity which was eyinced
against "Cantab's" article in the Uni
versty Review especially alarmed us for
the authors safety. Finally we deter
mined to proceed to London, discover his
identity, and take the necessary steps
for his safety. Distasteful as was this
detective business to man of my stu
dious habit, l nevertheless felt that it
was my duty to assist my cousin In
hunting down the murderer.
1t was on the evening of Sunday, Nov.
90, that we arrived at Charing Cross
Station, from which we removed to the
morose responsibility of Jerrold's Hotel
At eleven on the following morning we
were ushersd by a buttony boy into the
editorial sanctum of the University Re
view.
Mr.. Rolles-for such we had discover
ed was the name of the editor-renained
seated before his American roller-top
desk. He was very large and sleek
young man, with plump cheeks of a dingy
color, and pince-nez glasses which he
wore half way down his nose. His gen
eral appearance was suggestive of a ca
pacity for plum-duff and sugar water,
and he oozed sef-apprecation from every
pore.
And what can l do for your" he
inquired, with a sedate patronage.
''In the month of August" said my
cousin, declining the chair that Mr..
ROLES suggested you published an arti-
Gle signed 'Cantab,' dealing with book
written by Prof. Marnac of Heidelberg"
Most certainly. Pray proceed"
For the most urgent private reasons
l desire 'Cantab's' name and address,"
Which l cannot give YOU" said Mr..
ROLES, lighting Il gold-tipped cigarette.
My cousin walked up to the editorial
desk aud spoke down upon him.
From my card sir, which | perceive
you have before you, you can judge that
am respectable person."
Perhaps, perhaps" smiled Mr.. ROLES;
but nowadays even baronets, you know.
are-well, not always worthy Of such i'm
plicit confidence as you demand"
l saw the right hand of my cousin
steal out towards the editorial collar. but
he restrained himself.
"Yeu reduce me, sir, to speak of nv
self with less good taste than modesty, +"
he said. Have you never heard of NV
name as an explorer or scientist?"
Very often, my dear Sir Henry
though even for so distinguished light
! cannot break my most sacred rule. II
you choose to write to 'Cantab, | will
forward the letter. Further | cannot
CO."
l don't think that Mr.. ROLES will eveI
realize how near he came to a thorough
trouncing. For moment my cousin. 5,
to speak, hung in the wind. Then h,
drew up a chair and sat down at the cor
ner of the desk
81 will accept your offer, SIR" said he
"Give me a blank sheet of paper"
The letter written, it was handed owe
TO Mr.. ROLES, who gave US his word tina
It should go by the next post The
we retired into the street.
My cousin was simply unbearable tina
day. He was always impatient of delay
but in all our wanderings together hay
never suffered from him more acutely
He dragged me aimlessly about tn
streets, set me down to lunch at a con
Portable restaurant. and then swept m
off before the coffee arrived. l endeay
ored TO escape him. but the attempt wa
q hopeless failure. Five o'clock wa
striking when he turned his face cas-
ward-he had been inquiring for letter
at the Travellers, In Pail Mall-an,
with his most unwilling companion tro
ting beside him, again advanced on c.
vent Garden, near which the Office {
the University was situated.
I'm hanged If ! can stand this SUI
pense!" he explained. 'Marnac has ha
Eve or six days start Of us. and an!
4 thing may be happening. Ii that Idle
RAllss stin refuses the address l wi