The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1914-10-16
CHAPTER xi.
The Ultimate Appeal.

The Ultimate Appeal.
I'm which l snatch success out OF the
Jaws OF failure.)
We lay at anchor half a mile outside
the bay. All was silent aboard the
yacht, save the monotonous tramp CT
the guard on deck above my cabin. My
watch marked six o'clock In the after
noon and this was Wednesday. Five
days remained-only five days of
grace, and on Monday Charles would
stand condemned, while | was power
less to save him. pictured him in
his dungeon In the Paris fortress, igno-
rant Of my whereabouts; / wept to
think that my desperate flight to Cor
sica to procure the only witness who
could deliver him had ended in my
ignominious capture. Yet unless deliv-
erance came from some unguessed-at
quarter. hope must be abandoned
| dared not go to bed but paced my
tiny cabin in feverish despair. Out
side. through the closed poIt-bole, the
sea tumbled In rising waves, and the
yacht rocked and pitched as she
strained at her anchor. So heart-weary
was /, so helpless, that my fatigue In
duced a period OF merciful uncon-
sciousness into which i ghded by i'm
perceptible degrees, to be tortured by
nightmares. Now | was in Paris again,
watching the condemnation Of Charles
One by one the military judges arose
and announced their verdict-guilty
| saw him led forth to the parade
ground, to be stripped Of his uniform
10 have his buttons and epaulets torn
from him and his sword broken, while
outside the barriers a mob howled for
his death. The intensity of my de-
spair awoke me.
What was that low tapping upon the
pane Of the port-hole?
| / was upon my feet now, fully awake,
staring with incredulity through the
that rocked perilously beside the
yacht. listened; the tramp on deck
had ceased. The sentinel was gone,
or sleeping upon watch. The tapping
came again, and, looking out, / per-
ceived the Greek Zeuxis, with a COM
panion seated in the little boat.
| strained at the port-hole fastenings
with all my strength. The rusty catch
slid back and admitted the fresh night
air. The head of Zeuxis was upon
level with my own.
Then knew that his words had not
been vain; he had come to settle his
score with my captor, Magniff. There
was no need Of words; we both under
stood ! opened the port-hole to it's
fullest extent. 1t was just wide enough
to admit OF the Greeks passage.
He stood up in the rocking boat,
clung to the exterior of the orifce with
both his hands, and then, needless of
! the swaying boat, which rose and fell
beneath him, raised himself and thrust
his head and shoulders within. He
caught at my too willing hands, a mo-
ment later and he had wriggled
through and stood up on the floor of
and the boat pulled slowly away. He
had cut off his retreat, the single ave-
nue. of fight.
In his teeth was the sharp knife that
| had seen him flourish in the cottage.
| knew the mad determination which
| inspired him, the hate which had
transformed the cringing coward into
hero. knew the deadly purpose for
whose accomplishment he had armed
himself with that razor-keen blade. But
now, with Charles liberty at stake,
and hope clutching me by the throat,
what was the life of Leopold Magniff
to me. Should not in duty let loose
this assassin upon the man who had
shown me no quarter?
While / was struggling thus be-
tween two motives Zeuxis, still with
out word, had crept like cat to the
locked door OF the cabin. He wrenched
at IL; then. with q smile at the pitiful
weakness of that defense which had
seemed insuperable TO me, he inserted
the thin blade OF the knife into the
lock and forced back the tongue. A
moment later and he had disappeared
from sight, leaving me tremulous with
alternating terror and hope. | heard
his footsteps die away upon the car
peted floor without. I heard Leopolds
voice. cool, calm, penetrating. and the
voice OF the Greek as he ragged abov,
him. pouring forth a torrent of accusa-
tions. threats and objurgations. Then
came a rush OF quick footsteps, the
crash OF a falling deck-chair. and !
pressed my fingers tightly TO my ears.
"Yes. but could not shut out that
awful cry that followed. heard racing
below. shoutiyg and struggling. the
slamming of doors. 0aths, maledic-
/ tions. blows came TO my ears family
as covered there; the sound OF fall
\ ing bodies-and then a more intense
and still more awful silence. | dared
not stir.
That silence. that complete absence
OF sound. was far more terrible TO me
than had been the sounds. and the
! shouting. Nothing occurred. There