The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-02-03

has just taken a house In the country
called Frome Manor-it is not far from
our cousins, the Pitseys-you remem-
Der them? You met them in Brussels"
I nodded.
eve are going there today" contin-
ued Vivien. "Of course we shall see
no one, but mother will be under the
same roof with madame, and thus will
have the benefit of her trea tment cay
and night
Soon afterward I took my leave. All
was suspicion and uncertainty and no
definite clue had been obtained.
About this time L began to be haunt
ed by an air which sprung like a Inush-
room into popularity. 1t was called the
Queen Waltz" and it was scarcely
possible to pick up a dance program
without seeing il. There was something
fascinating about it's swinging meas
ure, its almost dreamy refrain, and its
graceful alterations OF harmony and
unison. No one knew who had really
composed it, and still less did any one
dream for moment that it's pleasant
chords cintained a dark and subtle
meaning. / listened to il on more than
one occasion, at more than one con-
cert-for / am a passionate lover CT
music, and seldom spend an afternoon
without listening to It'll little guessed
all that the Queen Waltz" would bring
forth. was waiting for a clue. How
could / tell that all too late and by
such unlikely means it would be put
into my hands?
A month, and even six weeks. went
by, and although the police were un-
ceasing in their endeavors to gain a
trace of the murderer. they were abso-
lutely unsuccessful. Once or twice dur
ing this interval I had letters from
Vivien DelacOur. She wrote with the
passion and impetuosity of a very
young girl She was anxious about her
mother, who was growing steadily
weaker, and was losing her self-re-
straint more and more as the long
weeks glided by Nine. Koluchy was
anxious about her. Madame's medi-
cines, her treatment. her soothing pow
ers were on this occasion destitute of
results.
Nothing will rest her." said vivien,
in conclusion. until the murderer is
discovered. She dreams of him night
after night. During the daytime she
is absolutely silent, or she PAGES the
room in violent agitation, crying out to
God to help her to discover him. oh,
Mr.. Head what is to be done?"
The child's letters appealed to me
strongly. 1 was Obliged to answer her
with extreme care, as I knew that
madame would see what I wrote: but
none the less were all my faculties at
work on her behalf. From time to time
I thought of the mysterious blank sheet
OF paper. Was il possible that it con-
tanned a cipher? Was one of those old,
Incompatible. magnificent undiscov-
cred ciphers which belonged to the an
cient Brotherhood really concealed be-
meath its blank surface? That blank
sheet OF paper mingled with my dreams,
and worried me during my wakeful
hours. I became nearly as restless as
vivien herself and when a letter OF
more despairing nature than usual ar
rived on certain morning toward the
end Of February. I felt that 1 could no
longer remain inactive. ] would an
swer VivieEs letter in person. To do so
I had but to accept my standing invita-
ton to Pitsey Hall. wrote. therefore,
to my friend, Leonardo Pitsey. suggest
ing that if if were convenient to him
and his wife I should like TO go 10 Pit
sew Hall on the following Saturday.
The next afternoon Pitsey himself
called to see me.
ct received your letter this morning,
and having. to come TO town today,
thought would look you up" he cried.
IL have TO catch train at $50. so can
not stay a minute. We shall be de-
lighted to welcome you at the Hall.
My wife and / have never forgotten
you, Head. You will be. / assure you,
most welcome guest. BY the way,
have you heard of our burglary"
NO 7 answered.
you do not read your paper. then. Ii
is an extraordinary affair-crime seems
to be in the very air just now. The
Hall was attacked by burglars last
week--a most daring and cunningly
planned affair. Some plate was stolen,
but the plate-chest, built on the newest
principles, was untampered with. There
was a desperate attempt made, how
ever. to get into the large drawing
room, where all our valuable curios are
kept. Druco. the mastiff. who is loose