The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1906-11-09
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AZ he rose. Ii three strides he was out
Of the door. turned to Mossel with
demand for an explanation.
"Wait till Herr Graden returns" he
grunted sulkily.
have the strongest objection to those
silly tricks of secrecy with which the
professional police endeavor to magnify
their most simple discoveries. l was
speaking my mind strongly on the subject
when my cousin reappeared.
Halo! what's the matter?" he asked.
explained the position, while the fat
German chuckled in an oily, irritating
manner.
us not the Official always the sameY'
said Graden, with grim smile. Come
to the light, Robert, and I'll explain"
1t was certainly an Ingenious discovery
they had made. Upon the page upon
which the map should have rested were
several slight indentations, evidently the
result of marks made upon the lost paper
by pencil with fine point. With great
care my cousin tore out the correspond
ing map from his guide book and fitted
1t into the vacant place. Then, turning
1t slowly back, he drove a pin through
the thin paper at the spots Immediately
above the indentations ON the page be-
low.
"The devil take himT' he cried. Look,
Mossel. This doesn't help us, after all"
1t was true enough. The pin-pricks
showed. first, Lemsdorf; then cross
road some ten miles to the east; and
then Bromberg, to the north, on the
Berlin-Thorn, and Gnesen, to the south,
on the Posen- Frankfurt railways. He
had evidently been measuring and calcu-
lating indecisively.
'sDo not trouble yourself, Herr Ora
den," said Mossel. with wave OF the
hand. that had more than suggestion
Of patronage "There are still telegraphs
will have him detained at whichever
place he reaches. / shall return In half
an hour--to good supper, trust, MT
Landlord"
We followed him to the outer door,
which opened to q writing wilderness
Of snowfakes, for the fall had recon-
menced. The policeman turned up his
collar with q grunt Of disgust and melted
into the darkness. We turned to meet
the face Of the landlord. white and drawn
with a terrible anxiety.
my son!" he gasped. what Of my
sonYv
Heaven pardon mel'' cried Graden,
II had forgotten himp
'This man he drove, that Il about to
be arrested~-is he q criminal2 Do not
spare me, mein Herr"
.'Your servant--our driver to-day--will
be telling the tale in your kitchen, Of
the death Of the Prof. Mechersky, of
Castle Oster. This man, whose name Is
Marnac, killed him. That Is why We
pursue. Yet, my friend, see no dan
ger for your son, unless"
"Unless what, mein Herr?'
.Unless he refused to assist in the
escape of murderer"
HE Is an honest boy, good boy, but
very stubborn. His horses were borrow
ed; he had promised to return them to
night. He would never consent to driv,
this man to Bromberg or Gnesen, which
Is at least an eighteen hours journey
Oh, mein Herr, mein Herr! what is hap
pening-out there in the SNOWY"
1--WE are in the hands of Providence
my FRIEND" said my cousin gravely. lay
ing his hand ON the landlords arm. "Yor
can do nothing but pray that 1t may b,
well with the boy"
/ was very sorry for Reski. As
made my toilet in my room upstairs, tn,
danger Of his son grew upon me. Fate
accident, Observation-Disclosures you
choose to call it's a strange thing, fol
indeed 1t chooses its victim with fin,
impartiality. When entered our supper
room. found my cousin equally disturb
ed.
This Is bad business about tn
landlords son." he said. 'I'ye a goo,
mind to follow the sleigh, though it,
little good that would do"
''It's an awful night" grumbled, TO
indeed the wind was shrieking In the roo
like lost soul.
YOU'RE a queer chap, Robert, wit
your COMPOUNDED mannerisms," he said
sYet I'll wager you'd be the first to b
of into the storm In a matter of lif
and DEATH"
1t was not exactly complimentary, bu
let 1t pass
Mossel was delayed. 1t was close upo
twenty minutes more before he arrive,
snow-swathed, stamping bear Of
man, whose curses preceded him as b
rolled down the passage to our room.
"What's up, MosselY' Graden demand
ed sharply.
..The wires, mein Herr Graden. III
wiresl Potztausendl but this storm hs
brought them down like clothes lines"
"a special train, them"
'sThey have not an engine In the she,
have been to see: it was that whic
delayed me-"
Graden drew a sheet of paper fro,
his pocket and glanced at 1t swiftly.
"There is not a train till ten in II
morning." he said. He win be at Brou
berg, which is the nearer town, by eleye
at latest. This is branch line, and "
could not get there under three hour
It Is now seven. An old man as he
could hardly travel through such a nipl
without stops for food. Again, this Il
who drove him may have refused to DR.
coed. We must chance 1t, my friend
and follow"
Il thought you had already so dscid,
when saw the sleighs at the door
said Mossel.
"sleishs. Mosseli ordered ,
sieighsl"
@Well, they're there. Two troik
with three good horses apiece. Come al
see for yourself"