Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1906-12-29
CHAPTER XXI.

over it's pages, | cannot proclaim mysel
as satisfied. On such an evening as this
with the summer woodlands beneath thu
cottage basking in the tender glory o.
the suns farewell, with the silence o.
the day that Ia ending holding the quie
helds-on such an evening, | say, my
story, even to myself appears impossible
a nightmare born in the land of evi
dreams. Yet l have but to turn my eyes
to where my dearest wife sits at hei
work, to know that it is true; for 10 wat
In that time of danger that Providence
gave me the most generous of the gitt'
that can be bestowed upon man.
Two days after Marnac escaped from
our pursuit at Southampton, little coun-
Gil was gathered in the parlor of Dr.
Weston's cottage al Cornish PolleYen'
In his great armchair by the fire sat the
old scholar, with the lamplight exposing
the delicate fragilty of n face wherein
consumption had set its warning. In odd
contrast was my cousin, Sir Henry era
den, who confronted him. Great-stat-
ured, stern, keen-eyed he was of that
type that can fearlessly execute, as well
as intelligently conceive, a plan. Mary
Weston was on a cushion at her fathers
knee, his hand in hers; and it was more
often to that noble girl that my glance
wandered than to my cousin, though, In
deed 1t was he who now set before us
the position of affairs.
1t was right, he said, that DR.. Weston
should know, even as his daughter knew,
the danger that hung over US. And 30.
from it's commencement, he told that ter
nplphra
Heidelberg professor, had been seized
with a partial mania born of heredity,
nurtured by overwork, brought suddenly
to the light of the violent attacks deliv-
cred against 4 book Oh which he had
spent half his life; how he had planned
to destroy his more bitter adversaries,
md how, by his insane cunning, he had
brought about the deaths of Won Stock
mar and Mechersky; how, In his des-
perate fight from our pursuit, he had
killed the son of Reski, the Polish Inn
keeper; how he had come to England
10 end his vengeance upon DIR. Weston;
and how he had been led to believe that
Mary was the writer Of the attack which
had incensed him. All this he explained:
and while he spoke, the shadow of the
terror seemed to creep over our very
souls, so that we drew together like
sheep that hear the cry of wolves In the
snow-clad hills.
1t was DR.. Weston who first broke the
silence that followed Graden's conelu-
sion.
"You have referred to a certain book
or diary belonging to this Marnac," said
he, for indeed my cousin had mentioned
that discovery at Heidelberg. And l
gather that from 1t you first learned the
names of the scientific enemies against
whom an attack might be directed. Did
This mailman include in his butchers list
any persons besides Won Stockmar,
Mechersky, and myself?"
There were several other Names" re-
piled my cousin; ''but do not think their
criticisms were sufficiently severe to
place them in serious danger. l have,
however communicated with them all
On the least suspicion they will inform
the police and also telegraph to me at
my London house. My servant there is
kept informed of my address from day to
day."
And the police2"
In international matters they move
Europe, remember Months have often
elapsed before very ordinary criminals
have been arrested. But this man is a
remarkable linguist; he has some five
hundred pounds yet In his possession, and
he has the cunning common to the par
TALLY insane. The English police have
full information. but by this time he
may be in France or Belgium"
What, then, do you propose, Sir Hen
ry?"
For the moment we have no definite
objective. 1t would be useless for us u
start for the continent without furthe
information. Until 1t reaches us. W,
shall stay in this country"
81 quite understand. l trust that 70
the ten days that we still have at Poll
even, you will consider yourselves m
Euests-though l fear that the size o
my cottage forbids me asking you t
leave your quarters at the inn"
Are you, then. returning to Cam
bridge, DIR. Weston? l thought you ha
settled here for the winter?' asked IN
cousin.
ut was so intended, but my doctor
have ordered me to the Engadne. The
Bay--it is my only chance, Sir Henry
Mary Weston's eyes rose to her fail
rr's face in one brief. pitiful glance, an
then her head dropped forward. Poo
gIcl, she knew that he had spoken trul,
The EngadineT'
Graden rose in his ponderous fashic
and stood with his back TO the FIRE
could see that the intelligence copcernC
him-eoncerned him, indeed too near
for immediate comment. 1t was son
moments before he spoke again.
"Forgive me, Or. Weston" he sal
shut Is this a sudden resolution?"
I'VE decided yesterday"
''Is it common property? Do the V
layers know
Really, Sir Henry, l have no idea.
should not think they know"
~ will be quite plain with you. It
Weston, for that Is always the best. U
I'll this mailman IL secured, you and 70
daughter go in some danger. You shou
be safe enough In Switzerland, If Y,
keep your address secret. But ev
then we must arrange that you have
travelling companion that can be tru.
ed"
Il shall be very glad to GO" I inte