Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1915-06-26
CHAPTER XVI.

went on, with malignant mockery.
'When this little story is published
abroad do you suppose the people OF
this state will have you, dupe.
laughing stock, for the governorf
think I'll leave you to mediate on the
situation. Or, perhaps" he suggested,
"you would prefer to hand me now
your resignation as a candidate for
governor%
Wainwright was thinking rapidly.
"Must you have your answer nowY
he demanded.
q" will receive It any time before
daybreak," the Master Mind conceded.
Suppose we set the time at 5 o'clock
this morning"
"That will suit me very well indeed"
Wainwright agreed.
THAT hour makes particular ap-
peal to me-" Andrew went on smooth
ly. "It was something less than four
years ago, at about the hour OF 3 In
the morning, that my brother whom l
loved sat in stone cell-waiting-
waiting for the dawn, the coming Of
which should end his life. So, now.
leave you-waiting for the dawn-and
me!-waiting for the end of something
you hold dearer than life thlnk-the
end of your public career. Until 3
o'clock, Mr.. WainwrightW The Mas
ter Mind wheeled quickly and went
out Of the room.
Alone together husband and wife
gazed long into each others face. He
bent and kissed the tender lips. When
the caress was done she spoke patheti-
cally:
"Oh, Cortland, darling, what have l
done to you?"
"There, there, dearest!' he answered
soothingly. "You are not to be blamed
in any way, not even by yourself. You
were caught in the meshes Of devil
You had no chance against the vim
dictive sagacity Of the Master Mind.
Go to the telephone in my study"
Wainwright directed briskly, with the
precision Of one who has exactly de-
termlned his course, "and call up ia
party j."
He kissed her again hurriedly, but
very fondly, and put her from him.
Marshall returned.
"Creegan's miles away now, by the
rate he was going" Marshall replied.
Wainwright snapped. Find Parker,
You'll have to rout him out Of bed, |
suppose. Have him wake up the
Blounts and herd them together for
an interview with me right away. You
keep an eye out for Andrew that he
doesn't interfere" Lucene's voice
came down the stairway in summons
10 her husband, and he hurried to an
swer. At the telephone in the study,
where his wife had left the receiver
lying ready for his use, he put 1t TO
his ear, and called:
as this 114-party J2 Yes? DR.,
Forbes. You? All, doctor, listen! This
Is important"
Wainwright hung up the receiver at
last and turned to his wife with a
smile Of satisfaction.
"Well, at least that much has been
arranged" he said. "Dr, Forbes has
promised to come over here at once.
Thank heaven, now we have chance
to win in this struggle"
But | do not understand just what
you mean to do" the wife exclaimed
wonderingly. "You told him that An
drew had developed strange mania,
unmistakable symptoms of insanity;
that you wished the man put under
restraint for n period Of observation.
But you didn't tell the doctor the truth
And you will have to do that when
he comes"
Wainwright shook his head
mo- he said resolutey 81 shall con.
vince the doctor that the man is mad"
Lucene welcomed the distraction of
movement, when Wainwright suggest
ed that they should descend to the
library, to await the appearance there
Of the Blounts, and the later advent
, Of Dr. Forbes, Indeed, the two had
hardly more than settled themselves
IN rather impatient expectation when
, Marshall entered the room, and behind
him trailed Mr., and Mrs. Blount, and
, their putative offspring, Walter
At once, when the others were with.
In, Marshall, In response to gesture
J from Wainwright, shut the door.
Look here, Cortandt" Blount
stormed, his big voice rumblIng hoarse.
y. ly What the devil does this fellow
mean by routing us out of bed at this
, unholy hour Of the nightY
:, Mrs Blount, too, and Walter added
their querulous complaints,
, "Shut up-the lot of your Vain
- wright commanded fercely.
Wainwright had turned his gaze full
=, on the westerner at the beginning OF
Il the outburst
= "lou were saying, Mr., Morgan he
began,
y Blount shrank as from blow, ant
his ruddy face grew gray,
"Wh- what2 What's that2"
. Wainwright was explicit enough
= 81 said, 'Mr Morgan-Mr. Henry
= Morgan, to be exact-allas Blacl
y Hank"
Blount mopped his forehead with
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