Lincoln County leader. [volume] (Toledo, Lincoln County, Or.) 1893-1987, 1906-11-16
CHAPTER XIV.

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l have asked Miss Mary Weston to
end her narrative at this point. | think
It better that l should now take up
the threads of the story.
After Marnac's escape from Poland,
Sir Henry Graden and l travelled to Ber-
lin. There we carefully examined the
book of extracts which had come into our
hands, and sent warning letters to those
writer's 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
yersty 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 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-remained
seated before his American roller-top
desk. He was a very large and sleek
young man, with plump cheeks of 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 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 arti-
Gle signed 'Cantab,' dealing with a book
written by Prof. Marnac of Heidelberg u
"Most certainly. Pray proceed"
"For the most urgent private reasons
l desire 'Cantab's' name and address. u
(Which | cannot give you," said Mr.
ROLES, lighting gold-tipped cigarette
My cousin walked up to the editorial
desk and spoke down upon him.
'From my card sir, which | perceive
you have before you,, you can judge that
l 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, bu
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 m!
name as an explorer or scientist?"
"Very often, my dear Sir Henry
though even for so distinguished ligh
I cannot break my most sacred rule. l.
Won choose to write to 'Cantab,' l will
forward the letter. Further l canno
CO."
| don't think that Mr.. ROLES will eve
realize how near he came to thorough
trouncng. For moment my cousin, s.
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 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 hav
never suffered from him more acutely
He dragged me aimlessly about tn
streets. set me down to lunch at CON
Portable restaurant, and then swept m