Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1916-11-12

And all those awful days the thin
yellow fog but mere blight of darkness
hung over the vast city.
God spare me such another Chris
mastide.
We had found Adrian's will, leaving
everything to Doria and appointing
Jaffery and myself joint executors and
trustees for his wife and the child that
was to come, among his private papers
in the Louis XIV. cabinet in the drawing
room. We had consulted his bankers
and put matters in a SOLICITORS hands
with a view to probate. Everything
was in order. We found his own per-
sonal bills and receipts filed, his old
letters tied up in bundles and labeled,
his contracts, his publishers returns,
his lease. his various certificates neat
ly docketed. 1t was the private desk
of a careful business man, rather than
that of our old unmethodical Adrian.
CHAPTER v.
There are few things more painful
than to pry into the intimacies of those
we have loved; and Jaffery and l had
to pry alone, because Doria, who might
have saved our obligatory search from
from impertinence, lay, herself. on the
Borderland.
So, one dark morning, Jaffery and
unlocked the study door and entered
the gloom filled, barren room. I turned
on the electric light With its white,
distempered, picturesless walls and Its
scanty office furniture. the room looked
inexpressibly dreary. We went to the
library table. A quill pen lay on the
plotting pad, its point in the midst of
besques. On three different parts of
the pad marked by singulariy little
blotted matter the quill had scrawled
God. A novel. By Adrian Boldero."
On brass ash tray I noticed three
cigarettes, of each of which only about
an eighth of an inch had been smoked.
Jaffery, who had the key that used
to hang at the end of Adrians watch
chain, unlocked the iron safe. It's heavy
door swung back and revealed its con-
tents. Three shelves crammed from
bottom to top with a chaos Of loose
sheets of paper Nowhere a sign of
the trim block Of well-ordered manu-
script.
Pretty kind of hay" growled Jaf-
ferry, surveying it with perplexed
look. well have our work cut out"
It'll be all right. said I. Lift out
the top shelf as carefully as you can.
You may be sure Adrian had some
sort Of method"
Onto the cleared library table Jaf-
fiery deposited three loose, ragged piles.
We looked through them in utter be-
wilderment. Some of the sheets un-
numbered, unconnected, one with the
other. were pages of definite manu-
script: these we put aside: others con-
tained jottings, notes. fragments of
dialogue. a confused multitude of
names, incomprehensib1e memoranda
of incidents. OF the latter one has
stuck in my memory. "Lancelot Sin
low seduces Guinevere, the false I'm
maculata,' and Jehovah steps in" 9th
er sheets were covered with meaning
less phrases, the crude drawings that
the writing man makes mechanically
while he is thinking over his work, and
arabesques such as we found on the
blotting pad.
In little while we tried to put the
sheets together In their order, going
by the grammatical sequence of the
end OF one page with the beginning of
the next, but rarely could we obtain
more than three or four of such con-
secutive pages. We were confused, too,
by at least a dozen headed Chap
ter l."
There's another shelf, anyhow" said
Jaffery, turning away.
I nodded and went on with my puz-
zling task of collation.. But the more
/ examined the more did my brain reel.