Troy weekly news. (Troy, Idaho) 1897-1933, 1906-11-30
CHAPTER XIV.

I have asked Miss Mary Weston to
end her narrative at this point. l think
II 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 evinced
against "Cantab's" article in the Uni
versity 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 a 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
20, that we arrived at Charing Cross
Station, from which we removed to the
morose responsibility Of Jerrolds Hotel.
At eleven on the following morning we
were ushered by n 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-remained
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
Ill 80 Cor plup,-duf nd
and he eozed self-appreciation from every
pore.
And what can l do for your he
inquired, with sedate patronage.
"In the month of August" said my
cousin, declining the chair that Mr..
ROLES suggested, you published an artl-
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. y
(which | cannot give YOU" said Mr..
ROLES, lighting Il gold-tipped cigarette.
My cousin walked up to the editorial
desk and spoke down upon him.
From my card sir, which l 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.
"You reduce me, sir, TO speak of my
self with less good taste than modesty,'
he said. Have you never heard of my
name as an explorer or a 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.' l will
forward the letter. Further l cannot
CO."
/ don't think that Mr.. ROLES will ever
realize how near he came to thorough
trouncing. For a moment my cousin, SO
to speak, hung in the wind. Then he
drew up a chair and sat down at the cor
ner of the desk.
Il will accept your offer, SIR" said he
Give me a blank sheet of paper"
The letter written, it was handed over
to Mr.. ROLES, who gave us his word that
II should go by the next post. Then
we retired into the street.
My cousin was simply unbearable that
day. He was always impatient Of delay
but Ia all our wanderings together l hav,
never suffered from him more acutely
He dragged me aimlessly about tn,
streets, set me down to lunch at a com
Portable restaurant. and then swept ms