The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1916-12-05
Copyright, 1916, by Lippincett's Magax inc.
copyright, 1915, by Mcbride, Mast & Co.
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"a Copyright, 1916, by Ii
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Uoames replaced the receiver on the
hook, suttering long drawn sigh Of
relief. The arblter Of his fortunes had
not failed him.
1 He hastened out Of the gate and
across the road. An electric tramcar
which would bear him as far as the
Elephant and Castle was on the point
OF starting from the corner. Grip in
hand, Soames boarded the car and
mounted to the top deck. He was In
some doubt respecting his mode of
travel from the next point onward, but
the night was fine, even il he had to
walk, and his reviving spirits would
cheer him with visions OF q golden
future.
His money! That. indeed, was
bitter draft: the loss Of his hardly
earned savings! But he was now es-
stablished- linked by common secret
lin partnership with Gianapolis. He
was one Of that mysterious, obviously
wealthy group which arranged drafts
on Paris-which could afford to pay
him some hundreds Of pounds per an
mum for such q ftrining service as Jug
Cling the man! !.
Mr.. King! Il Gianapolis were only
the servant what q magnificent man Of
business must be hidden beneath the
cognomen, Mr. King! And he was
about to- meet that lord Of mystery.
Fear and curiosity were oddly blended
in the anticipation.
By great good fortune Soames arriv-
ed at the Elephant and Castle in time
to catch On eastward bound NOTORIOUS,
bus which would. actually carry him
to, the end of Globe road. He took his
seat on top and, with greater com
posture than he had known since his
dramatic meeting with Gianapolis In
Victoria street, lighted one Of Mr.. Lee
roux's cabanas, with which he. In
Svariably kept his case filed, and set
tied down to think about Tie future. n
His reflections served apparently to
shorten the journey, and soames
found himself proceeding along Globe
road, dark and uninvit1ng highway,
almost before he realized that London
bridge had been traversed. It was
now long past O'Clock, and that part
Of the east end showed dreary and de-
serted. Public houses had long since
elected their late guests, and even
those argumentative groups which
after. closing time linger on the pave
ments within the jodor Bacchanalian
were dispersed. The jauntiness was
gone now from S0ames' manner, and
aware OF a marked internal depression.
he passed furhvely along the pave
ment with its long, shadowy reaches
between the islands of light formed by
the street lamps. From patch to
patch he passed, and each successive
lamp that looked down upon him
found him more furtive, more bent in
his carriage.
Not a shop nor house exhibited any
Night. Sleeping Globe road, east, serv-
ed to extinguish the last poor spark Of
courage within Soames' bosom. He
came to the extreme end Of the road
without having perceived a reckoning
hand, without having detected sound
to reveal that his advent was observed.
In the shadow of wall he stopped,
resting his grip upon the pavement and
looking back upon his tracks.
No living thing moved from end to
end OF Globe road.
Shivering slightly, Soames picked up
the bag and began to walk back. Less
than halfway along anicy chill entered
into his veins, and his nerves quiz
cred like piano wires, for soft cry
ing Of his name came, eerie, through
the silence and terrified the nearer.
"Soames! Soames!'
Soames stopped dead, breathing very
and left. He could hear the muted
pulse Of sleeping London. Then, in the
dark doorway Of the house before
which he stood, he perceived dimly q
motionless figure. His first sensation
was not OF relief, but of fear. The fig
ure raised reckoning hand. Soames.
conscious that his course was set and
that he must navigate it accordingly,
opened the iron gate, passed up the
he thus had been summoned.
He found himself surrounded by alb
solute darkness, and the door was
closed behind him.
straight ahead, Soamesr said the
familiar voice Of Gianapolis out Of the
darkness.
: Soames, with a gasp Of relief, stag
gered on. A hand rested upon his
shoulder, and he was guided into a
room on the right Of the passage
Then an electric lamp was lighted, and
he found himself confronting the
Greek.
But Gianapolis was no longer radi
ant; all the innate evil of the man
shonc out through the Sinking mask.
sit down, Soames!' he directed.
Soames, placing his bag upon the
floor. seated himself in q cane arm