Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1915-10-15
NINTH lNsTALLMENT
CHAPTER Xxx.
Losr IN LoNpoN.

LOST IN LONDON.
Quest. Notwithstanding the unusual
nature OF his surroundings, slept that
night as only tired and healthy man
can. He was awakened the next morn
ing by the quiet movements Of a man
servant who had brought back his
clothes carefully brushed and pressed.
breakfast Is served at nine o'clock,
sir. 1t Is now half-past eight"
''1'll be right there"
The man withdrew and Quest made
o brisk toilet. The nameless fears OF
the previous night had altogether dis
appeared. At the last moment he
stretched out his hand to take a hand
kerchlef from his satchel. A sudden
exclamation broke from his lips. He
stood Tor moment as though turned
to stone. Before him, ON the top OF
the little pile OF white cambric, was
q small black boxl Witha movement
of the fingers which was almost me
chanical. he removed the lid and drew
out the customary little scrap Of pa
per. He smoothed It out before him
on the dressing case and read the mes
sage;
You will fail here as you have
failed before. Better go back. There
is more danger for you in this countr,
than you dream Of" v
His teeth came fiercely together and
his hands were clenched. His thoughts
had gone like fash to Lenora. WaI
It possible that harm was intended fol
her? He put the idea away from hin
almost as soon as conceived Th'
thing was unimaginable, Craig wal
here. must be here. in the close vi
cinity OF the house.
The atmosphere Of the pleasan
breakfast room to which in due course
he descended, was cheerful enough
Lady Ashleigh had already taken he
place at the head Of the table.
She touched an electric bell unde
her foot and moment or two late
the butler appeared
go up and see how long your mas
Ter win be?" Lady Ashleigh directed.
Very good. your ladyship."
The man was backing through tn
doorway in his usual dignifed name
when he was suddenly pushed on on
side. The valet who had waited upol
Quest, and who was Lord Ashleigh'
own servant, rushed into the room
He almost shouted to Lady Ashleigh
your lndyship-the masterl Som,
thing has happened He won't move
He--he--"
They all trooped out Of the roor
and up the stairs. the professor lead
ing the way. They pushed open tn
1cor OF Lord AshIeigh's bedchambel
In the far corner Of the large root
was the four-poster. and underneat
the clio hes silent figure. The pr'
fessor med down the sheets. The
he hello nt his hand His face, too
was blancned.
"Julia. don't come" he begged. e
II must know" she almost shrieke'
] must know"
George is eead." the professor sal
slowly.
There was moments awful silenc
broken by ar'ercing scream from Lad
Ashleigh sac sank down upon th
sofa, and the professor leaned ovt
her. Quest turned to the little grou
OF frightened servants who we're gatl
cred row tho doorway.
"Tele. for DOCTOR" he o
dered: "ais % the local police st
tion.
"He. too preached the bed al
reverentiy mted the covering. Lol
Ashleigf - lying there, his body
little dou- -'sf up, his arms wide OF
stretched On his throat were tv
black r rs
They ~A led Lady Ashleigh fro
the room. The professor and Que
stood face % face. The formers G
preston, however. had lost all /
amiable serenity. His face was whi
and pinched.
"Questl Questl" he almost sobb'
saIy brotheri-George whom Low
like nobody else on earthl Is he re
ly dead?"
Absolutely
The professor gripped the oak pill
OF the bedstead. He seemed on I
point of collapse.
"The mark of the Hands is up
his throat" Quest pointed out.
Tho Hands! Oh, my God!"
professor groaned.
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