The Jackson herald., 1910-10-13
CHAPTER XIV.
The Trap Door.


BY Sunday evening. n week after
the wreck. my forced inaction had
goaded me to frenzy. The very sight
of Johnson across the street or lurk.
flag. always within sight of the house.
kept me constantly eNasperated. II
was on that day that things began to
come to focus. n burning.glass OF
events that seemed TO center on me.
| iined alone that evening in no
cheerful frame of mind There had
been polo game the day before and
I had lent a pony. which is always a
bad thing to do. And she had wrench
ed her shoulder. besides helping to
lose the game. There was no one in
town: the temperature was 90 and
climbing. and my left hand persistent
ly cramped under its bandage.
Mrs. kiopton herself saw me served,
my bread buttered and cut in tidbits.
my meat ready for my fork. She how
cred around me materially, obviously
trying to cheer me.
The paper says still warmer" she
ventured. THE thermometer is 90
now"
And this coffee is ESQ" I said, put
ting down my cup. Where is Eu.
pbemia? ] haven't seen her around
or heard a dish smash all day"
"Euphcmia is in bed" Mrs. Klopton
said Grayely. is your meat cut small
enough. Mr.. Lawrence?" Mrs Klop-
ton can throw more mystery into an
ordinary sentence than any one
know. she can say. Are your sheets
damp. sir?" And | can tell from her
tone that the house across the street
has been robbed, or that my left hand
neighbor has appendicitis. So now
looked up and asked the question she
was waiting for.
What's the matter with Euphe-
mia?" | inquired idly.
Frightened into her bed" Mrs.
Klopton said in n stage whisper.
shes had three hot water bottles
and she hasn't done a thing all day
but moan"
She oughtn't to take hot water
bottles" | said in my severest tone
One would make me moan. You need
not wait, I'll ring If need anything"
Airs. Klopton sailed to the door,
where she stopped and wheeled indig-
nantly. Il only hope you won't laugh
on the wrong side OF your face some
morning. Mr.. Lawrence" she declared
with Christian fortitude. but warn
ycu, ! am going to have the police
watch that house next door"
! was half inclined to tell her that
hF,I a n
veillance at that moment. But | like
Mrs Klopton, in spite of the fact that
i make her life torment for her. SO
I refrained.
Last night. when the paper said 1t
was going to storm, | sent Euphemia
TO the roof TO bring the rugs in. Eliza
had slipped out, although it was her
evening in. Euphemia went up to the
rOof-it was IL o'clock-and soon ]
heard her running downstairs crying.
When she got TO my room she just
folded up on the floor. She said there
was black figure sitting on the para
pet of the house next door--the empty
house-and that when she appeared It
rose and waved long black arms at
her and spit like a cat"
I had finished my dinner and was
lighting cigarette. IF there was
any one up there, which doubt, they
probably sneezed." | suggested. But
~ you feel uneasy. I'll take a look
around the roof tonight before turn
In AS far as Euphemia goes,
wouldn't be uneasy about her-doesn't
she always have an attack OF some
sort when Eliza rings in an extra
evening on herr"
So ! made a superficial examination
of the window locks that night visit,
Ing parts OF the house that | had not
seen since | bought it. Then | went
u the roof Evidently it had not
been intended for any purpose save
to cover the house, for unlike the
houses around. there was no staircase
A LADDER and trap.door led TO It, and
it required some nice balancing on
my part TO get up with my useless
arm. ] made 1t, however. and found
this uneXplored part of my domain
rather attractive. 1t was cooler than
downstairs, and I sat on the brick
parapet and smoked my final cigarette
The roof Of the empty house adjoined
mine along the back wing. but inves
tigation showed that the trap-door
across the low dividing way was
Huted underneath.