The Cook County news-herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Cook County, Minn.) 1909-current, 1917-11-07

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Donald took the. prohered hand and
felt 8 sense of disgust &C the touch
of the limp fingers. He strobe out 81
the club and took q tadcab to the.
station. ASfS 2ss5@& ss%sszs ID I'LL
B: The Baltimore train was just about
to leave..2 Late that night Lieutenant
sPaget5 found the captains house. I'll
proved to be in little old-fashioned
thoroughfare flanked by neat two
story houses. Each had q tiny back
garden surrounded by a high wall.
There was about it an atmosphere, IL
not of mystery, at any rate Of the re.
tirement common to such backwaters
in the roaring streams Of city, life. f.
The captains was the last house in
the street. It stood a little farther
back than the rest, and was turned
askew, facing them obliquely,
as though it knew itself to be out of
place and was watching its neighbors
apprehensively over it's shoulder. -
There was no light behind any of
the drawn shades. A small dome on
fiat roof seemed to contain a tele-
scope.
Donald climbed a. fence, walked
round to the back, and went up the
weed-grown path. The grass had not
been moved since it sprouted in
spring; the garden was unkempt and
ragged. Donald felt sure that there
was nobody within. :
As he trod the flags Of the garden
walk, he fancied he heard the foot
steps of man in the street, following
him. He stopped and listened, but
now no sound was to be heard. He
peered back into the darkness, but
saw nobody. Doubtless it was hal
lucination: It was place Of echoes
and hauntings. And it seemed singu-
larly appropriate for old Masterman
to have had his lonely residence here;
matching his lonely life.
AS Donald had anticipated, the front
door was locked, and the window of
the living room was apparently nailed
up. He traversed the narrow path
that led to the back of the house. To
his surprise, the kitchen window. was
open.
Then it occurred to him that Mas
terman had, Of course, gone directly
home on his return from his last
earthly voyage. He swung himself
across the window sill and dropped to
the kitchen floor. He lit a match and
found the gas.
The yellow flare disclosed very
ordinary kitchen. Masterman's coat
hung on a nail beside the window, and
he had been cooking porridge upon
the range. Donald went through into
room at the back Of the house, which
had apparently been built out at
date subsequent to the completion Of
the structure in its original form.
He stopped short at the threshold,
hearing the ''swish, swish" Of water.
It was not falling water, but a
gentle and continuous ripping. It oc-
Cured to him that it was, on smaller
scale, the sound that a seal makes in
the course Of its ceaseless peregrina-
lions around it's tank.
There was q palm tree in a huge
pot on either side Of what looked like
an enormous goldfish bowl. Behind
this was a second bowl, even larger.
In the middle Of the room was a COM
plicated apparatus resembling a re-
tort. He saw a chandelier close to the
wall.
Donald lit three gas-jets.
The light flickered and sputtered as
the air rushed out. Then, when it
had grown steady, Donald saw that
a sort Of Photographic fans was at
tached to a box in front Of the appa-
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