Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1906-12-22
CHAPTER LII.

standing at the door OF the room. he
held up his hand with a warning ges-
ture. l stepped up TO him softly and
peeped over his shoulder.
BY the side Of an old sofa placed
against the wall of a room, half bed
chamber, half study, Professor Marnac
crouched on his hands and knees.
lamp stood on the door at his elbow. lie
was working with feverish haste, yet
with a certain method, moving the lamp
onward as his examination Of the section
lit by its Immediate rays was completed.
1t was an odd sight, this silver-haired
figure that crept about, peeping and
peering, like some species Of elderly ape.
SO absorbed was he that II was nigh on
a minute before, with a swift sideways
turn Of the head, he caught sight OF our
faces In the doorway and rose to his
feet
Il can find no trace Of It," said he,
smoothing back his hair with n sigh.
1T Is excessively annoying"
"Of what, may | ask, sirT' | queried
"Of my signet ring, Mr.. Harland.
A valued possession which | would not
lose for fifty pounds"
Pray let me assist you" said |, step
ping forward and raising the lamp
which the professor had replaced on the
table.
"No, no, Mr.. Harland. Enough has
been done; In the presence Of death we
must forget such trivialities. Besides,
although II was on my finger when
entered the house, II may have been
dropped In the hall or on the stairs.
do not doubt that Hans will find It."
The professor spoke in so resolute
fashion that politeness did not demand
that should press the matter. My
cousin had already passed behind great
screen of stamped leather that cut of
tbs bed from the rest Of the apartment
Msrnac had stepped after him, and l,
though at a slower pace, followed them.
To be honest, the events Of the evening
had disturbed me not little. | had
grown suspicious, uneasy; and this an
noyed me in that l was without reason
able cause for such a frame Of mind.
Granted that the professor had dis
played oddities of demesnor, yet he was
VIGOROUSLY an eccentric. And II my
cousin hau become taciturn, II his po-
likeness rang insincerely, the death Of his
old friend
"Stand back, Herr professor! stand
back, | say"
1t was Gradens voice, stern and de
cisive. / sprang to the corner of the
screen and peered into the darkened
slcove beyond.
Upon his death-bed pillows the calm
and simple face of poor Won Stockmar
cleaned like a mask carved In white
marble. But neither Of the two men who
confronted each other across the body
looked upon II. Graden, grim and
resolute figure, stood holding common
wooden matchbox in his huge hands. He
had opened II carelessy, for cheap sui
phur matches were scattered on the sheet
before him. Marnacs face | could not
see, but In the pose Of his back and
shoulders there was something feline
something suggestive Of an animal about
TO spring.
For a second or two the three of us
stood In silence. y cousin was the first
to break II.
pray do not let us detain you, Pro-
fessor Marnac," said he. "Should we
chance upon your ring, believe me, it will
be safe"
The professor Strengthened himself
with little gesture of submission aud
stepped back into the lamplight. His
hand was on the latch, when he turned
upon us-for we had followed him
with a face deformed with the most ma
lignant fury.
"Au revoir. my friends" he cried al
wish you a pleasant evening"
And then a at Of laughter took him
smothered, diaDolical merriment that
broke out In oily chuckles like water
gurgllng from a bottle. The door closed
upon 1t. We stood listening as 1t grew
fainter, fainter, until II died away In
silence on the lower stairs.
Turn the key, Cousin Robert. But
no; after him, lad, and bolt him out Of
the house. He'll be burning 1t down.
else"
Graden was inexplicable; but ran to
obey. As reached the hall. heard the
clang of the street door and the squeak
ing of the bolts as Hans shot them be-
hind the departing visitor.
When / re-entered the room l found
the screen pushed back against the wall
and my cousin. In his shirt-sleeves, lean
ing over the bed. He barked at me over
his shoulder to sit down and keep quiet,
and | humbly obeyed him. Once or twice
he turned to the lamp which he had at
his elbow, and | caught a glimpse Of a
magnifying glass. Presently he rose.
and. carrying the lamp in his hand.
commenced a circuit Of the room, lin-
xering now and again to examine some
object. At the dressing-table he paused
for several minutes, using the magnify
ing glass repeatedly. But shortly after
wards he threw himself into a chair be-
side me with the air of a man whose
work Is done.
ITS no q srespect to our little Her
mann that | mean" said he, pulling
out a big brisr, "but smoke must"
He sat there putting for a minute or
two, his head sunk forward, his eyes
on the floor. l watched him expectantly,
IT'S a great gift, is observation" he
began. at makes just the difference
between mediocrity and success in game
hunters and novel-writers. in painters Of
pictures and explorers of the unknown
lands, where a man has never a map
TO help him. And this same trick Of OBJ
servation has given me some very re-
msrkable results this evening: aud how
remarkable you will realize when l set
them out In proper order. You've a
logical head. Cousin Robert. and | want
you to give me your fullest attention.
Contradict me il l overstate the case.
Fact the first: That a certain cele-
brated scientist, Rudolf Marnac. had an
III feeling-a very i'll and evil feeling
towards a certain brother-professor. one
Hermann Won otockmar. Fact the sew
ond: That Won Stockmar died sudden
ly."