The Spokane press. [volume] (Spokane, Wash.) 1902-1939, 1907-11-30
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do you think have not already
done so?"
my dear uncle, am sure of it..
| have only to look at you, to see
that you have lately been through
a desperate struggle with someone
who came here to take your life.
You are absolutely exhausted. If |
had my way | would put the mat
ter in the hands Of the police"
| mo, no." Ravenspur said, vehe-
mently IF you have the slightest
regard for me you will not venture
to say a word to soul. | want the
whole thing to be forgotten"
My dear uncle, won't you trust
me? | would do anything to help
you. And besides, how are you go
ing to guard against this happening
again? What has become of the
ruffian who attacked yOu?"
Il haven't the slightest idea, ;"
Ravenspur said YEARLY. Il was sit
ting in my chair when the light sud
denly went out and l heard the
| door locked. Then I had to fight
I for my life, and was nearly done
for when | called out for assist
| ance."
And you saw nothing of him?"
| Walter asked.
Nothing whatever" Ravenspur
replied.
Surely you have some idea as
to who the man Is. He must be
the one who mistook Sir James
Seton for yourself tonight"
No reply came from Lord Raven
spur. Evidently he desired to say
no more.
| Walter searched for a way
whereby the late visitor had van
| ished. But he looked in vain.
exit other than the door, and the
fireplace was too narrow to admit
of anybody coming or going. AS
to the roof, it was of heavy stain
ed glass and as impregnable as
the walls themselves. The mystery
was maddening. And yet dhe one
man who could have explained it
all sat there silent and moody, but
| tongue tied.
us there anything more THAT I
Gan do for or,: you before go Z bed'"
81 am afraid not, my boz" Ra.
venspur said in a dull, mechanical
| way. Perhaps a little later on
shall be able to speak more plainly.
I shall be glad if You will help me
up the stairs to bed. I have had
great shock tonight"
Walter had given his word to
say nothing of these strange
| events, but that did not bind him
from making inquiries on his own
account. nj
He returned to the studio once
| more and made thoroughly
| searching examination of - the
place. Was there some secret
door which Lord Ravenspur used,
and of which nobody knew any
thing? 1t had never occurred to
Walter till that moment that his
| uncle might have turned-down
pages in his life, but that con-
clusiOn was inevitable now Still.
though Walter spent the best part
VI OH lloui III lllS StdlC ll, lie udu
| nothing to show for his pains.
He was about to give up the
thing in despair when a piece of
yellow paper, lying by the side of
| the Persian rug where Lord
Ravenspur had fallen, attracted
his attention. 1t was small,
shabby sheet of paper, folded and
printed from wornout type, just
the class of bill which is circulated
amongst travelling circuses and
shows Of that kind. 1t was the
last thing in the world that any
| one would have looked for in the
studio Of so fastidious man as
Lord Ravenspur. Slowly and
thoughtfully Walter unfolded and
| read the handful. 1t was an adj
vestisement of the nightly pro-
gram of the Imperial Palace the
alter. The name of the place
sounded imposing enough. but the
| locality of Vauxhall Bridge road
comowhat datractad from tho i'm