The Mobridge news. [volume] (Mobridge, Walworth Co., S.D.) 190?-1917, 1909-06-11
CHAPTER VI. fcontlnued.l


him not TO do so. He could not &C
count for the sensation, he could not
account for his resolve. 1t was there,
nevertheless, and gripped him with
the strength Of an obsessiOn.
No" he said, slowly, Il cannot
think OF anything else at all"
Well, all / can say" answered the
doctor, as that you had better be very
careful in the future, and it might be
as we'll IL you were TO go TO Scotland
Yard and tell them what happened.
II they care to send a man up here
| will give him my version, though I
have nj doubt the policeman who
helped me to get you here has already
reported the fact"
"Oh, well; l suppose It will be all
right" Marriott answered, feeling
that he was giving a somewhat made
uuate and vague reply. Then he rose.
We'll, doctor" he said, Il feel pretty
nt now. Do you think l can get back
to my chambers?"
yes, l think you will be all right
the doctor replied. "But take care OF
yourself for thesrest of the day"
1T awfully good of you to have done
me 30 WELL" Basil said. And now,
what do | owe the hospital?'
My dear SIR the doctor answered"
you owe the hospital nothing at all,
but If you like 10 give a donation to
the funds I shall be pleased to hand
1t to the secretary"
When I am dressed and have my
Thugs" Marriott answered, Il expect
/ shall be able 10 find a flyer. and. /
say, Doctor, won't you come and have
some dinner with me tonight at my
club?"
Il shaIl be very pleased" the doc
tor ans ~ered.
And within twenty minutes Marriott
vas seated in a hanson, bowling
along to HIS rooms in Jermyn Street.
When he arrived he found the land
lord and the valet, who attended to
the two doors, somewhat alarmed
about his absence. When they saw
him in his soiled evening clothes, |
wearing an opera hat and a light
black coat, they looked at him more
strangely still.
He explained the matter In a few
sentences and then went into his sit
ting room. lay down upon the sofa
and fell into a deep sleep.
At 5 O'Clock, as he had instructed
the valet, he was awakened. Il shall
be dining out tonight" he said when
the man entered. Put out some 9th
er evening clothes"
Very well, sir" the man answered.
Il have brought you a cup OF tea, If
you viii take II, sir, after your acct
dent. And here. sir, are the evening
papers"
Marriott slipped hs tea, wondering
why fate had interfered so strangely
with HIS leave. Why was 1t, indeed,
that a young and successful naval Of
ncer who had come to London. after
a long cruise, to taste the dear de-
lights OF the society to which he be-
ionged-to "be In things" again
should suddenly have beer the victim
Of a purposeless assault? And why
was 1t, above alI-why was II that his
brain wal still full of a vision Of a
black swinging thing, a thing like a
coffin IA thing sharply outlined
against the moonlight-that it should
still remain the predominant vision of
his memory
Well, 1t is no use worrying about It,
he thought to himself. / suppose /
am so rocky that what. after all. could
only have leen an Illusion keeps RI
carring 70 me
ne d1vvavG Sat ms hand and TOOK I
mp the Pail Mall Gazette re glanced
st the leader; he cast a somewhat I'M
.Rppreciative eye upon the smartness
of the Occasional Notes." and then
turned over two pages to find the
--latest kilograms
Ali Here was something really In
terssting. The r. M. c. did not use
thick, heavy type unless something
Big happened. What was II? Good
hsayensl Here was a sensation in
deedl
The little duke OF London-the rich
est child in the world. a Prince only
second to royalty itself-had utterly
disappeared from the great house in
P~iccadiIly.
He recalled the whole Of the incl
dents OF the afternoon Of the day be-
how he had stood with his
the admiral, on the steps of
the Cocoa Tree club and seen the ra~