Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1914-01-20

There was a world Of potential trag-
edy in the woman's voice as with the
smile Of destiny Of evil she went on:
"But-in the dark-it will be dark
If some one had dropped off the tall
light before the next train could stop"
1.-THE box would be smashed" he
said dazedly.
And the horse?" She paused for a
full moment. Then she went on:
"The train does not run fast through
the tunnel. I've been there dozens OF
times. I've seen guards do the thing.
It's easy enough-to swing from car
riage to carriage-along the foot plate
to drop off the red tail light-to pull
the slip-and yet the next train
With her hands brought violently
together she let inference finish her
sentence for her.
Whom could one trust?" demanded
Sartoris suddenly.
when I've work to do" she said, Il
only trust myself"
But you couldn't'-he began.
mo, but you could easily-if you
were on the train" she said. IF you
Joined it farther north and none knew
it-you could do tiff you wart 1t
done SO badly and you have the
pluck
She was interrupted by the ringing
of the bell which gave notice that the
hydraulic door would close shortly.
"Ah, the door," she exclaimed.
Then in a low but strong tone she
went on:
What's going to happen? Is The
Whip going to win, or will there be an
accident?"
For a full half minute Lambert star
ed after them; then he leaned over the
Jury box and shook his fist in the di-
rection Of the retreating pair
mo; there won't, my pretty lady"
he said aloud, the solitude and the
company of the waxen images inclin-
ing him to hear the sound OF his own
voice. "There'll be no accident. Why?
Because that clown Of a trainer Lam
bert will stop it-because he'll send his
horse safe to the post first and he'll
talk to you two after-tell you what
he heard-tell you to your face what
you are
The second bell rang, and immedi-
ately without waiting to allow any
who might be in the chamber Of hor-
rors to get out, the unseen attendant
on another floor pulled lever, and
the door closed with a hard bang.
Lambert was locked within the cham
Der Of horrors, with no way Of escape
until Monday.
Here stop that" he roared as he
got down from the jury box, and tried
to open the door, Il tell you there's
some one inside-open the door at
once-don't play the confounded fool
1 tell you it's most important-let me
out!"
But he could not bulge the door.
Then he put his hands to his mouth
and shouted:
Help, help, help"
"All Of the lights except a few near
the ceiling were switched out, adding
to the terror Of the trainers situation
Don't do that-don't do that" he
fairly howled stop it-don't leave
me here in the dark shall go mad
alone here for day and night and
another night till Monday, while
Into his frenzied mind there came
thought Of The Whip. At the picture
of his beloved and first member Of the
Beverley string lying upon some rail-
road track dying, his terror increased
as he cried:
They are smashing my horse
they'll smash The Whip-while I'm
locked up here-they shan't-let me
out, I say-let me out!"
The manifold tortures Of the situa-
ton were too much for the trainer and
he sank down, sobbing and screaming
while even the lights in the ceiling
faded away.
Mrs. Beamish was decidedly uneasy
as she sat in the morning room at Fal-
conhurst, on the evening following the
locking into the chamber Of horrors OF
Tom Lambert Lord Beverley had been
furious when Lambert failed to ap-
pear and Lady Di was even then at the
station to see The Whip put safely
into the horse box for the trip to New
market.
Once or twice she had been on the
point of telling the marquis Of Lam
bert's plight, but she had decided to
hold her tongue. She had recognized
the posing trainer almost the moment
her eyes had fallen on the place in the
Jury box where Dr. Crippen should
have been, and she had deliberately
planned to stay so late in the chamber
that Lambert, who knew nothing OF
the hydraulic door, would have nc
time to escape, and would be obliged
to remain there from Saturday night
until Monday.
Now Beverley had just left her. He
had threatened to give Lambert the
sack, and she knew that the trainer
place was in danger.
Her conscience shifting her she
glanced up at the clock.
Five and twenty prst T." she sale
aloud in her hard, dry voice, with Its
note of a too abundant humor. Ter
o'clock last night. Ten TO tens twelve
hours and ten to half past seven's an
other nine-twenty-o hours alone ir
that chamber of horrors! Well serves
him right, and a good lesson for him
Let him dream Of his Myrtle!"
She tried to turn to something else