Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1907-11-11

a round to ascertain II the doc
~ tor were following him.
Some sense, whether of sight or
hearing he knew not, warned him of
! movement near at hand, an impalpable
effort, a physical tension as of a man
laboring under extreme but repressed
excitement.
He paid little heed to it. All the sur
roundings in this weird dwelling We're
so greatly lat variance with his antici,
pations that he partly expected to find
further surprises.
DR.. Williams did not answer. Philip
advanced a halting foot, a hesitating
hand CROPPING for door.
Instantly a stout rope fell over his
shoulders, moose was tightly drawn,
and he was jerked violently % the
stone floor Of the passage. He fell
I prone on his face, hurting his nose and
mouth. The shock Jared him greatly,
| but his hands, if not his arms, were
! frce, and, with the instinct of self pres
! erYation that replaces all other sensa-
tons in moments of extreme peril, be
| strove valiantly to rise.
But he was grasped by the neck with
brutal force and some one knelt on
his back.
phillip Anson," Missed a mans
voice, do you remember Jocky Ma
sonY
So he had fallen into trap, cunning
ly prepared by what fiendish combina
| ton of fact and artifice he had yet to
/ o1sr1 tho Gknlk inc
criminal of Johnson's News. Was he
in that mans power?
Under such conditions a man thinks
! quickly. Philips first ordered thought
| was one of relief. He had fallen into
the clutches of an English brigand.
Money would settle this difficulty if all
other means failed.
Yes, yes,' he gurgled, half stran-
gled by the fierce pressure on his
throat
you hit me once from behind. You
can't complain if l do the same. You
sent me to a living hell for ten years
not your fault that it wasn't forever.
Lie still! Not all your money can save
you now. l am judge and jury and
hell itself. You are dymg-dying-
deadv'
And with the final words drawled
into his ears with bitter intensity
Philip felt terrible blow descend on
his head. There was no pain, no fear,
no poignant emotion at leaving all the
world held SO dear to him. There was
an awful shock. A thundercloud seem
ed to burst in his brain, and he sank
into the vcid without a groan.
Now, i'll falling the hard felt hat he
wore dropped in front of his face. The
first wild movement of his head tilted
it outward, but the savage jerk given
by his assailant brought the rim slight
ly over his skull again.
In the almost complete darkness OF
the passage Mason could not see the
slight protection this afforded to his
victim, and the sledge hammer blow
he delivered with life preserver-tha
: murderous implement named so utter
ly at variance with its purpose-did no
: reveal the presence of an obstacle.
He struck with a force that would
: have stunned an OK; it must have killed
any man be he the hardest skulled abO
rigine that ever breathed. But thu
stout rim of the hat, though crushed
like an eggshell, took off some of thu
: leaden Instruments tremendous i'm
pact Philip, though quite insensible
, was not dead. His sentient facultie
: ! were annihilated for the time, but hi
! heart continued its life giving func
} lions, and he breathed with impercer
: tible hutterings.
4 Mason rose, painting with excitement
3 glutted with satisfied hate. He lifte
his victims inert form with the cas-
of his great strength.
Come on he shouted and strod
g toward door, which he kicked open.
: \ step sounded haltingly in the pas
= sage Gren!er, the siO-disant doctor
livid now and shaking with the ague G
irretrievable crime. stumbled after hi
more calIous associate. Unconscious
n he kicked Philips hat TO one side. II
entered the room. an apartment with
boundless view of the sea.
Here there was more light than |
G the kitchen. The windows faced t.
2 ward the northwest. and the last rad
$ ance of a setting sun illumined a wa
v on the right.
n "Not therer he gasped I'm TIL
II chair. His facet must see his face
Mason, still clasping his mammal
- burden, laughed with snarl
?. ''Stop thatr' he roared. Pull you
IS self together. Get some brandy. Ty
a done my work. If you can't do your
let me finish it,
"Oh, just a moment! Give me tim
It l hate the sight of blood. Get towe
T, Bind it round his neck. His clothe
They will be saturated. And wipe b
y face. must see his face"
, Grenier was hysterical He had Il