The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1911-03-08
CHAPTER XLVII.
Whom the Gods Destroy.

CHAPTER ALVll.
Whom the Gods Destroy.
There was one whose guilty eyes
were closed to the red danger SO near.
In the house in the Street of the Mis-
ty Valley, under the green mosquito
netting, Phil lay in a log like slumber.
The soft light of the paper andon
flowed over the gay wadded f'ton, the
handsome besotted face with it's mark
of the satyr and, at one side, little
wooden pillow of black lacquer. There
was no sound save the sweep of the
wind outside and the heavy breath
ing of the unconscious man.
He was dreaming-yellow dreams
like the BLACKBOARD fancyings of the
observation-disclosures in which he moved
a Prince Largesse, through unend-
ing pleasures of self-indulgence. He
was on an European boulevard, riding
with Haru by his side in silk and
pearls, and people turned to gaze as
he went by.
But now, with sinister topsyturvy-
dom, the dream changed. The cocher
drove faster and faster, into a mad
gallop. He turned his head and Phil
saw that the face under the glazed
hat was the face of his dead brother.
The staring pedestrians began to pur-
sue the carriage. They showered blow
after blow on it, till the sound rever-
herated like thunder.
Not the ghosts of his dream, but a
hand of flesh and blood was knock
ing. 1t was on the outer shoji and
the frail dwelling shook beneath it.
The servant, sunk in bovine sleep,
heard no sound, but the chauffeur in
the automobile that throbbed outside
the wistaria gate, rose from his seat,
and across a bamboo waffle dog
barked and scrambled venomously.
Phil's eyes opened and he sat up
giddily. He went unsteadily to the
door and unfastened the shoji, blink
ing at the great form that strobe past
him into the inner apartment.
Bersonins gaze swept the room.
"The girl" he said hoarsely. where
is she?"
Phil looked about him dazedly-at
the tumbled f'ton, the deserted wood
EN- pillow. Haru gone? His senses,
clouded by intoxication, took in the
fact duly, as thing of no meaning.
The expert grasped him by his
shoulder and shook him till the thin
silk of the kimono tore under the
enormous white fingers. The violence
had it's effect. The daze fell away.
Phil broke into loud imprecations.
did you tell her anything?"
Pills tongue Glove to the roof of
his mouth "What is-what makes
you think" he stammered.
Bersonin's face was a greenish hue.
His great hands shook.
Tonight" he said in a whisper, ito
night-an hour ago-l saw her on
the street. wasn't sure at first, but
l know now it was she. A naval Off
Ger was with her. He took her into
the house of the minister of marine!"
The other gave low cry. A chalky
pallor overspread his features. "Haru?
no, Bersonin! You're crazy, say,
She-she would never tell"
Fury and terror blazed out on the
big mans countenance. A sharp moan
came from his lips.
$50 she did know! You told her
then! o, incredible fool"
For an instant the demon of MUIR
der looked from the Doctors eyes. Phil
quailed before him. A frenzy of fear
twisted his features, he felt the pass
ion that had been his undoing shrivel
and fade like a parchment in flame.
His voice rose in a kind of scream:
Don't look at me like that" he
raved. II was fool to trust her, but
it's done now. It's done, tell you,
and you can't undo it! What can they
do to us? They may find the machine,
but what can they prove? We're for
eigners! They can't touch us with
out proof"
He had no thought now of the mil
lions that were to have been his. All
the grandiloquent pictures he had
painted of the future had faded in
panic. He trembled excessively.
Proof" sneered Bersonin savage
ly. There would have been none if
it happened! ! had arranged that! In
its operation the machine destroys
itself! And neither of us is in Yoko-
hama tonight"
Phi's ashen face set; his tongue
curled round his parched lips. What
is to be done? Can we still"
Listen" said the doctor. "A single
hour more, even with your cursed
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