The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1915-07-03

a dramatic interlude Through tbs
empty house came the ringing OF the
electric bell from the front door, shril
and insistent 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 a small, black-bound volume
Don't be cross" she begged,
quickly. 1--WE just had TO come. Lookl
We picked this up underneath the
chair where Craig was sitting. 1t
must have slipped from his pocket.
You see what is written on ill.,
Diary of John Craig"
Quest took II in his hand.
Say, this ought to be interesting" :"
he remarked Come along"
They passed into the library.
French fingered behind for a moment
and caught them up Just as they were
opening the book underneath the cleo
trio lamp.
See here what I've found" he ex-
claimed. ut was Just by the side Of
the wall there Where's that maya
zine?"
He spread out the piece of paper--it
fitted exactly into the empty space.
They all read together.
Professor Ashlelgh, after being BIT
ten by the anthropoic, rapidly deves-
oped hydrophobia Of serious nature.
After treatment with new serum the
patient was relieved of the hydropho-
bio symptoms, but to my horror this
miId-mannered, humane man seems
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 / am doubtful as to what
course, In the interests of humanity,
! ought to take.
(sIgnedD JAMES MERRILL, M. o.
Editors Note--Just as we 90 to
press, a cable announces the terrible
death Of Doctor Merrill, the writer of
the above notes. He was attacked by
wild animals whilst alcne In a South
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-
ror Then Guest drew a penknife
from his pocket and with turn Of his
wrist forced the lock OF the diary.
They all watched him with fascinated
eyes. II 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 dedica
ton:
For ten years ! have protected my
master, Prof. Edgar Ashielgh. at the
cost Of my peace of mind my happi-
ness, my reputation. This book, even
though II be too late to help me- shall
clear my reputation.
Quest closed the volume.
French" he decided, we must find
the professor. VIII you have your
men search the house and grounds i'm
mediately?"
The inspector left the room like
dazed man. They could hear him CIV
ing orders outside.
"The next page" Lenora begged.
Just one page more!"
Quest hesitated for moment. Then
he turned II over. All three read
again;
Ten years Of horror, struggling all
the while to keep him from that other
self, that thing Of bestiality, to keep
his horrible secret from the world, to
cover up his crimes, even though
thsr shadow should rest upon me.
Now Sanford Quest has come. win
this mean discovery
Another page" Quest said Don't
you see where it is leading us? We
have the truth here. Watt"
lie strode hastily to the door. French
and one of the plain-clothes men were
descending the stairs.
"WeI?' Quest asked, breathlessly.
"The professor is not in the house."
French reported. I'VE are going to
search the grounds"
Quest returned to the library.
Lenora clung 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 feroclous cunning to help him In
his crimes. He wanders about in the
dark, wearing a black velvet suit
with holes for his eyes. and leaving
only his hands exposed. have
watched him come into half-dark-
ened room and one can see nothing
but the hands and the eyes; some
times If he closes his eyes, onIy the
hands.
Mrs. Rheinholdtl" Quest muttered.
The door was suddenly opened and
French entered.
"Beatenl" he exclaimed. tersely.
You haven't found him?" Quest
asked.
French shook his head.
We've searched every room, every
cupboard, every scrap of the cellar