The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1906-09-13
CHAPTER X.

demand Tor an explanation.
await till Herr Graden returns" he
grunted sulkily.
| have the strongest objection to those
silly tricks of secrecy with which the
professional police endeavor TO magnify
their most simple discoveries. was
speaking my mind strongly on the subject
when my cousin reappeared.
Halo. what's the matter?' he asked.
I explained the position. while the rat
German chuckled in an oily, irritating
manner.
us not the official always the same
said Graden, with grim smile. Tome
TO the light, Robert. and III explain
1t was certainly an ingenious discovery
they had made. Upon the page upon
which the map should have rested were
several slight indentations, evidently the
result of marks made upon the LOST paper
by a pencil with fine point. With great
care my cousin tore out the correspond
ing map from his guide book and fitted
1T into the vacant place. Then. turning
it slowly back, he drove a pin through
the thin paper at the spots Immediately
above the indentations on the page De-
low.
LHc Qcsu ldke uilu. III tAicei- %o-
Mossel. This doesn't help US, after all
1t was true enough. The pin-pricKs
showed. first, Lemsdorf; then cross
road some ten miles to the east; and
then Bromberg, to the north, on tne
Berlin-Thorn, and Gnesen, to the SOUTH
on the Posen-Frankfurt railways lie
had evidently been measuring and caicu-
lating indeeisively.
do not trouble yourself, herr Ora
den" said Mossel, with a wave OF the
hand that had more than a suggestion
of patronage. There are still telegraphs.
I viii have him detained at whichever
place he reaches. l shall return in hall
an hour-to a good supper, l trust, Mr..
Landlord"
We follow j In to the outer door,
which OPEN & % a writing wilderness
of snowfiakes for the fall had recon-
menced. The policeman turned up has
collar with a grunt of disgust and melted
into the darkness. We turned to meet
the face of the landlord, white and drawn
with a terrible anxiety.
MY SOM he gasped. What of my
sonY
Heaven pardon mer' cried Graden,
II had forgotten him.
This man he drove, that is about to
be arrested-is he a criminal? Do not
spare me, mein Herr
"Your servant-our driver to-day-will
be telling the tale in your kitchen, OF
the death of the Prof. Mechersky, OF
Castle Oster. This man. whose name IS
Marnac, killed him. That is why we
pursue Yet, my friend, l see no dan
ger for your son, unless
Unless what, mein HERR
''Unless be refused to assist In the
escape of a murderer"
He is an honest boy. a good boy, but
very stubborn. His horses were borrow
ed; he had promised to return them to-
night. He would never consent to drive
this man to Bromberg or Gnesen, which
is at least an eighteen hours journey.
Oh, mein Herr mein Herr. what is hap
pening-out there IN the snow?"
I'VE are in the hands of Providence,
my friend" said my cousin gravely, lay
ing his hand on thu landlords arm. You
can do nothing but pray that it may be
well with the boy"
/ was very sorry for Reski- As !
made my toilet in my room upstairs, the
danger Of his son grew upon me. Fate
choose to call it's a strange thing, foI
indeed it chooses its victim with fine
impartiality When I entered our supper
room, found my cousin equally disturb
ed.
This is a bad business about the
landlords son." he said. 1--WE a good
mind to follow the Sleigh thoug'; it.
little good that would do"
Its an awful night" grumbled, fol
indeed the wind was shrieking in the ROOT
like lost soul.
YOU'RE a queer chap. Robert, with
your COMPOUNDED mannerisms," he said
Yet I'll wager you'd be the first to b,
off into the storm in a matter of lif,
and DEATH"
1t was not exactly complimentary, bu
let it pass.
Mossel was delayed. 1t was close upor
twenty minutes more before he arrived
a snow-swathed, stamping bear of
man, whose curses preceded him as h,
rolled down the passage to our room.
What's up. MosselY Graden demand
ed sharply.
"The wires. mein Herr Craden. tn,
wires. Potxtausend. but this storm ha
brought them down like clothes lines
a special train, then"
'sihey have not an engine In the shed
I have been to see; it was that which
delayed me-"
Graden drew a sheet of paper from
his pocket and glanced at it swiftly.
There is not a train till ten in tn,
morning." he said. He will be at Brom
berg. which is the nearer tom. by eleye,
at latest This is branch line. and ",
could not get there under three heurs
II is now seven. An old man as he /
could hardly travel through such a nigh
without stops for food. Again. this Ia,
who drove him may have refused to pro
coed. We must chance 1t, my friends
and follow"
1T thought you had already so decide,
when I saw the sleighs at the door.
said Mossel.
@sleighs, Mossel? 1 ordered n,
sleighsr'
.well. they're there. Two troika
with three good horses apiece. Come an,
see for yourself
The policeman had spoken the truth
On the leeward side of the porch tw'
sleighs were waiting. The light from tn
open door Denluu US Snlmmere0 on thu
drifting snow and flashed on the bell
about the horses necks. 1t was bitter
ly cold, and / was turning to retreat int,
the hall when a man wrapped in fur
moved out of the darkness. 1t was tn
keeper Of the inn, his face grey-white
like the undersIde of q sole.
.Whose sleighs are theseY asket
Graden sharply.
mine, Mr.. Englishman, mine. I fol
low to save my boy"
"And the horses?''
The best in Lemsdorf. They ar
private teams. lent oy those who ha,
pity upon my sorrow"
May we come with your
II would ask for nothing better, mel
Herr"
Inside Of ten minutes l was ready L
start with a borrowed cloak flung owe
my thickest clothes, and a huge huncl
of bread-and-meat in my hand. Quicl
as l had been, Mossel and my cousin
were already dressed and in consultation