Roanoke Rapids herald. [volume] (Roanoke Rapids, N.C.) 1914-192?, 1915-08-13

must nave sHppeu from MS pocket
You see what is written on it?--
Diary Of John Craig"
Quest took 1t 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. 1T 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 AshIeigh, after being bit.
ten by the anthropoid, rapidly deveI-
oped hydrophobIa Of a serious nature.
After treatment with new serum the
patient was relieved Of the hydropho-
bic symptoms, but to my horror this
mlid-mannered, humane man seems
possessed at times Of all the charac.
terlstics Of the brutal anthropoId-
cunning, thlevery, brutality. do not
know what may come Of this. | hest
tate to put even these words on to
paper. | am doubtful as to what
course, In the interests OF humanity,
ought to take.
(slsned) JAMES MERRILL, M. D.
Editors Note-Just as we 90 to
press, 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
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 Quest drew penknife
from his pocket and with turn of his
wrist forced the lock of the diary.
They all watched him with fascinated
eyes. 1t 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 a dedica.
ton
For ten years | have protected my
master, Prof. Edgar AshIeish, 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 a
dazed man. They could hear him Civ.
ing orders outside.
The next page" Lenora begged.
one page more"
Quest hesitated for moment. Then
he turned 1t over All three read
again
Ten years Of horror, struggling all
the while to keep him from that other
self, that thing Of bestiallty, 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. viii
this mean discovery
Another page" Quest said. Don't
you see where It Is leading us? We
have the truth here Wait"
He strobe hastily to the door French
and one OF the plainclothes men were
descending the stairs.
"Well?' 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 chung to his arm, The diary
lay still upon the table.
Quest opened the volume slowly.
Again they ALI read together:
The evil nature Is growing stronger
every day. He ls developing sort
Of ferocious 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 a half-dark,
ened room and one can see nothing
but the hands and the eyes; some.
times II he closes his eyes, only the
hands.
Mrs Rheinholdtl" Quest muttered
The door Vas suddenly opened and
French entered
"Beaten" 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
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been into every corner of the grounds
searched it all backwards and for
wards. There's no sign OF the PROBES
sor,"
Quest pocketed the diary
You're perfectly certain that he
Is not In this house or anywhere upon
the PREMISES"
Certain sure!" French replied
Quest shrugged his shoulders.
Well, we'd better get back" he
said.
They were on the point of starting
the chauffeur with his hand upon the
starting handle, French with the
steering wheel of the police car al
ready In his hand. And then the little
party seemed suddenly turned to
stone For a few breathless seconds
not one Of them moved Out into the
clammy night air came the echoes OF
a hideous, inhuman, blood-curdling
scream Quest was the first to re-