The Kennewick courier. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1905-1914, 1906-11-30
CHAPTER XIV.-(Continued)

CHAPTER XIv.-(ContinuedD
He was on old man, and 1t was worth
the effort. But as sprang towards him.
he whipped out a revolver from his peck
ct. and | shrank away from the black
ring pointed at my chest
Such folly is not what l should have
expected from Miss Weston" he con-
tinued. Should you cause me to kill
you, l shall certainly not spare your faith
er, And why should two suffer for the
fault of oneY'
How am l to know that even If 1
accept this that you offer. you will let
him go unharmedY' 1 cried.
"On my word of honor, will not hurt
q hair of his head"
"Your word of honorv'
"Do you doubt me, mademoiselle2 he
shouted, faring up into another burst
OF passion. Il come of an honorable
house, house that served its kings III
many wars before the Revolution de-
stroyed US. l am no pig Of German;
l am a Marnac Of Toulouse, mademoi-
selle, and We hold to our word though
We are torn in pieces"
But how can you, a gentleman. drive
pleaded with him.
"InnocehtY Did you not write that
articleY' He spoke eagerly, with
glance Of keen suspicion.
Yes. I wrote It,"
~Then 60. Remember. l wait and l
watch. If you fear to do this thing,
yes. even if you hesitate too long over
there upon the cliff edge, shall kill your
father"
Without another word began to walk
down the sloping moor towards the sea.
CHAPTER XIV.
have asked Miss Mary Weston to
end her narrative at this point. l think
1t better that l 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
IRENE luminosity which was eyipced
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 man Of my stu
diohs 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 respectful ility of Jerrold's Hotel.
At eleven on the following morning we
were ushered by 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 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 YOU" he
inquired, with a sedate patronage.
I'm 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"
"Most certainly. Pray proceed
"For the most urgent private reasons
I desire 'Cantab's' name and address,"
(which l cannot give you" said Mr.
ROLES, lighting a 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
l am a respectable person."
Perhaps, perhaps" smiled Mr. ROLES;
''but nowadays even baronets, you know
are-well, not always worthy of such inn
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 nv
name as an explorer or a scientist?''
Very often. my dear Sir Henry:
though even for so distinguished a light
i cdluOL Ufedh MY ulOSl SdCTcu RUE.
you choose to write to 'Cantab,' | will
forward the letter. Further l cannot
CO."
l don't think that Mr.. ROLES will ever
realize how near he came to a thorough
trouncing. For a moment my cousin, 80
to speak, hung in the wind. Then he
drew up 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
It 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 in all our wanderngs together l have
never suffered from him more acutely.
He dragged me aimlessly about the
streets. set me down to lunch at a COM
Portable restaurant, and then swept me
off before the coffee arrived. l endeay-
ored to escape him. but the attempt was
q hopeless failure. Five O'Clock was
striking when he turned his face east
ward-he had been inQuiring for letters