Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1906-03-10
CHAPTER Xxx

together. bearing In mind the fact that
the senor's description of his beautiful
customer Tailed exactly with that given
of the so-called Pauline Mailing by Jack
Dornton, and that the photograph taken
by CASTELAR, was afterward found In that
lady's possession, his belief in the i'm
posture was naturally strengthened, and
his impotence to visit the grave and
see for himself the evidence of his nece's
death increased every moment. At last
he heard the convent bell strike six,
and, with a feeling of relief, he rose
and went downstairs.
He found the senior waiting below,
looking triumphant but cautious. There
were several loungers about, and Mr.
Mallett and CASTELAR, passed through
the room and out of the house without
exchanging a word.
But, once safely outside, the senior,
who was trimming over with pleasant
self-importance. rapidly unfolded the
plans which the servant and he had CON
cocted for Mr.. Malletts admttance to
the convent burying ground.
Il shall point out the gate by which
monsieur will enter; after that, the rest
must depend on monsieur's sagacity and
or the exactness with which he carries
out nay directions. The servant would
have nothing to do with you directly; but
she will arrange matters so that you can
enter the cemetery by yourself and OBJ
tain view of the tomb. But monsieur
Will enVelop himself in my accomplice's
cloak, and if he is seen from the chapel
windows, they will conclude it Is but one
of the sisters crossing the graveyard
10 gather herbs from the garden which
lies beyond"
Then followed list of directions. to
which Mr.. Mallett paid the closest atten-
ton; and. as the old Spaniard conclud-
ed, they came within sight of tho Con-
vent of the Holy Assumption. sub
stantial stone wall eight feet high in
closed 1t on all sides, and on the east
front were massive iron gates boarded
high above the line of sight to shield the
sacred precincts from the vulgar gaze
Further on, on the west side, was very
small wicket, almost hidden under the
masses of ivy that hung half way 70 the
ground. This door was the one used
by the lay sisters when doing their err
rands. and covered way led from it into
the main entrance hail. The main gate
was never opened except for funerals
Of the village.
The bells were still ringing for yes
psrs as Mr.. Mallett reached this half
hidden little gate, and, according to di-
rections from Castellan-who was lurk-
ing among the brushwood-he gave
low, quick, triple knock three times over,
and then waited with his eyes on his
watch until Ave minutes had passed.
ThA hall
the moment agreed on. and he pushed
the door gently it yielded, and the next
moment he found himself in the dim light
Of long, narrow passage.
He stopped and lifted a snuff colored
garment that lay at his feet. 1t was
huge cloak. like sisters. He wrap
ped himself In the capscious garment,
carefully drawing the hood well over his
head. Having taken off his boots. he
went stealthily along the passage, across
q large stone tagged entrance hall, end
passed out of what he had been told was
the main entrance into the Enclosure be-
yond. He paused here moment and
looked about him attentively. In a line
with him stood the chapel on the extreme
right, the door of which was open: and
he saw the backs of the sisters as they
kneit at their devotions. He caught
CLEAN of gorgeous color as the clear
evening light fell through the east win
dow upon the vestments of the priests
At the high altar, and a faint odor of
incense crept out upon the air. He drew
the heod still closer over his beard and
crossed the open space to the other side
OF the chapel. Here he had to pass a
whole line of windows. and the profles
Of the nuns were turned toward him. l4e
now shortened his stride and dropped his
shoulders the better to perform the part
he was assuming, and passed on with
out glance to the right or to the left.
As soon as the windows were passed he
raised his head and looked round again.
he was at the edge of the buryinR
ground, and over in the extreme corner
under the walls he saw the stone he
had come In search of. He recognized
II by the semi-circular top-there was
not another like 1t In the inclosure-
and his heart quickened a little as he
picked his way across the graves.
The sunset sky had changed from Grim
son to saffron, from saffron to a clea
pearly gray, and still the brown CLOAK
stood motionless before the headstone In
the far corner of the convent grave
yard.
Mr.. Mallett had received a shock that
entirely baRished his preconceived IDEAS.
and the new beliefs that crowded upon
him were so conflicting and confusing
that for time he was overwhelmed with
perplexity.
Pauline Polling. Died May 20, IS"
He read the simple inscription over
and over again; the more he pondered
II the less he understood how it wa.
that he had been deeoyed by fate into
this fruitless journey.
Why should his niece, Pauline Mall
ing. have picture Of the grave Of Pau
line Polling in her possession for h,
no longer doubted that the lady reign
ing at Mallingford Park was his niece
and concluded that this was the grav,
OF some other person-presumably tn,
wife Of his friend, Captain Polling. h
remembered the captains impressive lit
tie story OF his unhappy marriage and IL
premature denouement; and Mr.. Mallet
had no doubt whatever that he was nov
standing By the grave Of that gentleman