Wheeling majority. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1907-192?, 1915-06-03
NINTH lNSTALLMENT
LOST IN LONDON.
CHAPTER Xxx.


ouest notwithstanding the unusual
nature of his surroundings, slept that
night as only tired and healthy man
ran He was awakened the next morn
ing by the quiet movements of 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"
!HT'll be right there"
The man withdrew and Quest made
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
kerchief from his satchel. A sudden
exclamation broke from his lips. He
stood for moment as though turned
to stone. Before him, on the top Of
the little pile of white cambria, was
a small black box! With 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 country
than you dream Of"
His teeth came fiercely together and
his hands we're clenched. His thoughts
had gone like flash to Lenora. Was
1t possible that harm was intended for
her? He put the idea away from him
almost as soon as conceived. The
thing was unimaginable. Craig was
here, must be here, in the close VI
entity Of the house.
The atmosphere of the pleasant
breakfast room to which in due course
he descended, was cheerful enough.
Lady Ashleigh had already taken her
place at the head of the table.
She touched an electric bell uQder
her foot and moment or two Yater
the butler appeared.
GO UP and see how long your mas.
ter will be-" Lady Ashleigh directed.
Very good, your ladyship."
The man was backing through the
doorway in his usual dignified manner
when he was suddenly pushed on one
side. The valet who had waited upon
Quest, and who was Lord Ashleigh's
own servant, rushed into the room.
He almost shouted to Lady Ashleigh:
Your ladyship-the master! Some
thing has happened! He won't move!
He-he-"
They all trooped out of the room
and up the stairs, the professor lead
ing the way. They pushed open the
door of Lord Ashleigh's bedchamber.
In the far corner of the large room
was the. four-poster, and underneath
the clothes a silent figure. The pro-
lessor turned down the sheets. Then
he held out his hand. His face, too.
was blanched.
Julia, don't come" he begged.
i must know" she almost shrieked
must know!"'
George is Dead" the professor said
slowly
There was moments awful silence
broken by piercing scream from Lady
j Ashielsh. She sank down upon the
sofa, and the professor leaned ovel
ner Quest turned to the little grouI
! OF heightened servants who were gath
cred round the doorway.
! Telephone for a DOCTOR" he or
deFed; also to the local police sta
ton.
He too, approached the bed and
revereHtly lifted the covering. Lore
Ashleish was lying there, his body
little doubled up, his arms wide out
stretched On his throat were two
black marks.
Ihey had led Lady Ashleigh from
'ne rocm. The professor and CUES
$1,000 face to face. The formers e1
preston. however, had lost all hi
amlaose serenity. His face was whit
and pinohed.
Quest Quest!" he almost sobbed
MY Orother!-George, whom / love-
H., nobody else on earth! Is he real
-Abs2l9tely!"
me professor gripped the oak pilla
VI sas 5edstead. He seemed on tn
point Of collapse.
81; me mark of the Hands is upol
- ~ r-Foat.' Quest pointed out.
me Hands! Oh. my God!" tn
Professor groaned.