The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1920-04-16
4 The House of
4 Whispers



ter, them
NO" said old Rufus shortly. Both
my safe deposit boxes are full and
there Is no use hiring another one.
The Jewels will be all right where
they are. In case Of fire you can re-
move them to a place of safety. This
Is the combInation-see that you re
member it-six right, four left, two
right, eight left, CABS"
III remember It," replied, men,
tally repeating it over and over again.
And now, my DEAR said the old
gentleman, IF you win get the keys
from my desk, we can permit our
nephew to depart"
Ny great-aunt left the room to do
his mission. The minute she was
safely out Of hearing old Rufus whole
manner underwent startling change.
Into his deep-set gray eyes came a
look OF terror. His face became ashen,
and the withered hand with which he
| clutched my arm was trembling vio
lently.
Listen, boy" he Kissed, leaning for
ward that he might speak into my ear
and looking about apprehensiveiy as If
he feared to be overheard. Listen
there's something wrong here"
My first thought was that he had
been suddenly stricken with senile
dementia, but recalling his perfectly
rational conduct throughout the rest
| Of the evening, dismissed the theory
| as absolutely untenable. His fear,
very real.
Something wr6ngT repeated
wonderingly. "What do you mean?
What is it?"
He clutched my arm in a still tight
er grasp, and his voice, suppressed to
terrified whisper, became more In
sistent.
II don't know" he breathed. II wish
l did" He glanced tlmorously about
and went on. ''There's something
wrong l sense 1t. l feel it. l can
not find out what 1t is. All kinds Of
queer things happen. l am always
hearing voices--whispers, whispers,
whispersl That is why@we are going
away. My wife thinks 1t is on ac-
count of my health. / don't want her
to know. Please, please, Spalding,
find out what 1t is before we return.
l have no son. There is no one else
but you to do 1t. Solve the mystery
for me. Find out about the whispers.
Promise me you will. Ssh-not a
word to her! Not word I"
He withdrew his hold on my arm
and laid his finger on his lips as he
heard his wife returning. With Wis
| ible effort he Strengthened up, and
when she entered the room he appar-
entity had entirely recovered his self
| possession and was his natural self
again, dignifed, world-weary old
| man.
| II can't find your keys, Rufus" said
my great-aunt you had better get
| them yourself"
The minute he left the room she
| FASTENED to my side and she, too be-
| gan to whisper mysterious warnings.
exhibiting terror hardly less than
her aged husbands.
"Ths is house OF mystery" she
announced. I'm always hearing
strange sounds here. He doesn't
know"-with a nod In the direction old
Rufus had gone, land l do not want
him to. That Is the reason am TAX
Ing him away. Solve the mystery of
1t before we return. I'll pay you I'll
make it well worth your while"
Her husbands shutting in the pass
, age warned her of his return, and she
quickly dropped my arm. AS he en-
tered she was telling me in quite nor
mai tones to be sure to remember her
to my mother the next time l wrote.
Old Rufus handed me the keys, ex-
planning which was which.
"And remember" said my great
uncle, as he escorted me to the door
you are not to come until Sunday
morning at ten, after we have gone
And remember the. combination of the
safe-Remember !"
The insistent way In which he re-
peated the word conveyed to me force
fully that what he most wanted me
to remember was the strange warning
he had given me, and as | clasped his
hand in parting | tried by the firm
ness OF my grip to let him know that
l understood.
Remember" repeated my aunt, too
as she stood there In the door little
behind him, at the same time giving
me significant look.
Yet, puzzling as had been the con
duct of both of them, my memories
that night were not of their warning
nor of the combination of the safe
nor of the hour at which l was to
arrive. They were of the most beau
tiful eyes | ever had seen and of the
haunting terror written in them