Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1906-10-20
CHAPTER TX.

III.-THE CHASE IN THE SNOW.
| have endeavored to give the facts Of
my strange story without omission or ex-
aggeration. IL l have failed, 1t Is not
from forgetfulness; for l do not think
there Is a single detail that il not per-
manently fixed In my memory. Even new
have but to shut my eyes to see the
face of Marnac peer into my old rooms
at Heidelberg, to stand once more trem-
bling with terror in the desolate court
yard of Castle Oster, to drive through the
binding snow to where the body
But enough. do not forget.
have already told you of the murder
of Prof. ven Stockmar by his rival. Prof.
Marnac of Heidelberg, and of the dis
covery of the crime by my cousin, Sir
Henry Graden, the well-known scientist
and explorer, who was then nay guest at
that university. | have described the
steps that led to our following the muir
derer to Lcmsdorf, in German Poland,
and the means by which he compassed
the death of the unfortunate Mechersky.
have, moreover, laid before you the evil
dence that led my cousin to believe that
Marnac was suffering from decisions,
and that his extraordinary crimes were
in revenge for certain harsh criticisms
of book on which he had spent many
years of labor. In my last statement
traced the pursuit down to the station
OF LemsdorI, where the murderer, flying
from the scene of his revenge upon the
Russian professor, had been turned back
from the railway by Mossel the leuten
ant of the Heidelberg police, who haG
followed us TO render assistance. Mossel
indeed, had waited by Marnac's luggage
for six hours, but the man himself haC
failed to appear.
The winters sun, chilled to a dusky
ball, was dipping behind the snow-clal
ridges TO the eastward when we scram
, bled back into the sleigh. AS our tiret
horses stumbled through the outskirts OF
the struggling wooden town, the shadow,
rushed across the sky az if flying the pur
( SUIT of the gale that shrieked amongst
the houses. Night had fallen.
/ Surely we had him in our hands.
He had not fed by rail. Somewhere
r in the town he must oe lurking. thi,
? grey-haired figure with the heart of q
= hunted wolf The thought of II drove
away the aches and cramps Of exhaus
e ton, and l sat bolt upright in my seat
hu6 klOOIu hueau, nall
e 2ecting to see HIM move across the snow
+ before US like a sinking beast Of prey
b We had decided to drive straight to oul
S own inn, the ''Goldner Adler" where
:. as We had discovered. Marnac under tn,
e name of Wakefield, an English traveller
I had also passed the previous evening
IL Little had We thought that the being W,
n pursued, fresh from the murder of tn,
= man We had come TO save, was sharin,
n the same roof-tree. Perhaps there Nigh
Q he news of him at the "Goldner Adler.
:, Reski, the tall. handsome Pole, who ha,
n about him more of the feudal knight thai
S country inn-keeper, met us in tn
porch, bowling a stately welcome.
h You have had a bad drive, gentle
d men," said he. The wind has bee
II fierce, and the snow. fear, was heavy
y Supper will be ready in half an hour"
< Il believe Mr.. George Wakehel
If slept here last night" said Graden, dust
e ing the clinging fakes from his quite
d wraps cit Is always pleasant 70 mes