The Green Forest tribune., 1915-07-16
Copyright, 1915. by Otis F. Woody

II. there came startling and in it's way dramatic interlude. Through the empty house came the ringing of the electrlc bell from the front door, shrill and 1nsistent Without a moments hesitation, Quest hurried out and French followed him. On the doorstep was another surprise. Lenora and Laura were there, the former carry ing small, blackboard volume.
 Don't be cross" she begged. quickly. 'We just had to come. Look. We picked this up underneath the chair where Craig was sitting. It must have slipped from his pocket You see what is written on it?- Diary of John Craig"
 Quest took it in his hand.
 Say, this ought to be interesting" he remarked. Come along" They passed into the library French fingered behind for moment and caught them up just as they were opening the book underneath the elec- tric lamp.
 See here what I've found." he ex- claimed. "It was just by the side of the wall there. Where's that maga- | zine?"
 He spread out the piece of paper-it fitted exactly into the empty space They all read together:
 Professor AshIeigh, after being bit ten by the anthropoid, rapidly deveI- oped hydrophobia of serious nature | After treatment with a new serum the patient was relieved of the hydropho- bic symptoms, but to my horror this mild-mannered, humane man seems I possessed at times of all the charac- teristics of the brutal anthropoid- cunning, thievery, brutality. do not know what may come of this. hesi- tate to put even these words on to paper. 1 am doubtful as to what course, in the interests of humanity, l ought to take.
 (Signed) JAMES MERRILL, M. D. Editors Note-Just as we go to press, a cable announces the terrible death of Doctor Merrill the writer of the above notes. He was attacked by wild animals whilst alone in a South l American jungle, and torn to pieces. | There was queer little silence among the company. No one seemed inclined for speech. They looked at one another in dumb, wondering hor- TOT. Then Quest drew penknife from his pocket and with turn of his | iSt fnrood 1naly of fhn diary | They all watched him with fascinated eyes. It was something to escape from their thoughts. They leaned over as he spread the book out be- fore him. Those first two sentences were almost in the nature of dediea- tion:
 For ten years 1 have protected my master, Prof. Edgar AsAIeigh at the cost of my peace of mind, my happi- ness, my reputation. This book, even though it bo too late to help me. shall clear my reputation.
 Quest closed the volume.
 French" he decided, i've must find the professor. Will you have your men search the house and grounds i'm mediately?"
 The inspector left the room like dazed man. They could hear him giv- ing orders outside.
 'The next page" Lenora begged. Just one page more! | Quest hesitated for moment. Then he turned it over. All three read again:
 Ten years of horror, struggling all the while to keep him from that other self, that thing of bestiaIity, to keep his horrible secret from the world, to cover up his crimes, even though their shadow should rest upon me. Now Sanford Quest has come. Will this mean discovery?
 Another page," Quest said. Don't you see where it is leading us? We have the truth here. Wait!"
 He strode hastily to the door. French and one of the plain-clothes men were descending the stairs.
 "Well?" Quest asked, breathlessly.
 "The professor is not in the house. French reported. We are going to search the grounds | Quest returned to the library. Lenora chung to his arm. The diary lay still upon the table.
 Quest opened the volume slowly. Again they all read together:
 The evil nature is growing stronger every day. He is developing a sort of ferocious cunning to help him in his crimes. He wanders about in the dark, wearing black velvet suit with holes for his eyes, and leaving only his hands exposed. have watched him come into a half-dark- ened room and one can see nothing but the hands and the eyes; some times if he closes his eyes, only the 1 hands.
 "Mrs. Rheinholdt," Quest muttered.
 The door was suddenly opened and I French entered.
 "Beaten!" he exclaimed, tersely.
 You haven't found him?' quest | asked.
 French shook his head.
 We've searched every room, every