Cameron County press. [volume] (Emporium, Cameron County, Pa.) 1866-1922, 1908-06-04
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frozen Ndter-tnat powdered over
Petersburg was singularly like the
scud blown from the edges of the
waves by a cyclone in the China seas.
1t was falling softly, steadily, almost
fmperceptibly, with u temperature 40
degrees below freezing point.
John Calvert, who was the CORE
spondent Of a certain London newspa-
5er. put his head down as the north
wind blew the smother in his face, and
drew his neck down Il little lower into
his fur collar. He descended a flight
Of sanded steps from the Admiralty
gardens and reached the ice of the
frozen Neya, whcreupon he took him
self by one of the many paths out
across the ice from bank to bank,
towards the northern side, which was
an island, and part of the city where
business was transacted. He went
through a line of ice-embedded ship
ping, and ascended the steps to the
quay-side. He made for a block of
buildings that seemed part Offices and
part dwellings,, and stopping before a
tall, narrow house, he gained admit
tance and mounted the stairs right TO
the very top. There, pushing open a
door, ne entered a room that was evi-
IDENTITY an office.
Are you there, Pear8on?" he cried.
An inner door was thrust open
hastily, and rather short and very
thick-set young man, with a pen be-
hind each ear bounced in.
Cad I'm glad to see you have
Come!' he exclaimed, Selling the
journalists hand. There's trouble.
/ want TO get brain bearing ON the
subject. Hamlyn is in the hands OF
he police"
The dickens"
'He was set on last night in the
Prospect, and he was made to disap-
pear. Jingo should like to have
seen the fight he would put up. bu;
there were numbers. He got hit
from behind"
He would fight prettily, I know"
said Calvert. Il wish | could have
seen it. Copy is scarce. In the Pros.
pect, EN-? That's daring-a British
subject. But how have you got to
know?'
The affair was seen from a door
way, by a beggar, to whom Hamlyn
had given half rouble a little while
before. The beggar, knowing him. and
having the rare sense of gratitude
brought his news along here last
night
but what has HamIyn done?"
asked Calvert. He's only been back
Il day or two from his-er-fur-buying
expedition. Has he been obtaining
more-er-furs than the Russian gov
ernment Iike?'
Probably yes" said Pearson.
gloomily, He dropped his voice. Ham
lyn came back with the plans of
Tversk in his head"
Great Scott! Aad they have tracked
him, eh?"
And trapped him. He's been ar
rested secretly. He'll be disposed Of
secretly. Good heavens, don't you
see he's not got a snairs chance, un-
'ess we move in the matter?'
But, dash it, there's the legation.
He's a British subject, and they can
do something"
y don't think they can | don t
were TO in such circumstances, and
even supposing they did they could
only make representations through the
usual diplomatic channels Inquiries
would be promised, denials of the ar
rest would be made the wires would
be warmed up between Petersburg and
London and meanwhile Iamlyn would
be out Of reach-perhaps dead or
worse than that-just at the begin
ming Of living death"
You know something definite,
thcn?'
Il don't Only I know what has
happened before. Anything can hap
pen in Russia Men whom the Rus
sian government fear have a habit oil
disappearing suddenly
"M'yes, that's so. Look here. VIC
want information.
And it's here, l believe" SAID
Pearson, under his breath, as there
came the sound of football on the
stairs outside. The next moment there
came a knock at the door. Pearson
opened it and disclosed to view 3
yellow-haired lad fumbling in the
breast of his skin Jacket After mucf
struggling he produced a crumpleC
letter, and handing it to Pearson
turned about and made down thc
stairs.
What is it?" asked Calvert. as h,
saw the others eyes open wide witt
astonishment
Read" muttered Pearson, hoarsely
-fbTusTiDg the dirty niece oF linn crise