Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1924-06-14

TO get rid of the girll now, The
voice had come from the woods in
the direction OF the shore. \ voice.
Shadow Narnc. Who called Shadow
Narne here on THIS island where
Shadow Narne had never been heard
Of? lie was cold as ice now; cold
with a merciess fury battering at
his heart. lie did not kuow-but
lac would know! And thcn---
You run along into the house,
Polly He forced cool sang
troid into his voice. ITS probably
| nothing more than some of the
Negroes YOU spoke OF in your let
ter Catcalling out there on the
water; or else some one with Il per
vertcd sense of humor in the woods
here is trying to spool us-and in
that case Il lesson is needed.
Quick now, Polly! Its time YOU
were in bed anyway. And say
nothing about it-thcreS no use
raising an. alarm over what probably
amounts to nothing. IN tell YOU All
| about it in the morning.
She WAS still staring at him In a
frightened. startled way.
But Euardy,' she faltcred, you
Damn the girl She was wasting
precious moments, But he could
not explain that he had a personal
interest in that cursed voiac, could
ne
He smiled rcassurlngly.
III tell YOU all about il in the
morning--if there's anything to tell"
he repeated. Nov. run along.
Goodnight dear"
Good might, guardy.' she said
hesitatin&ly.
He watched her start toward the
house; then he swung quickly from
the road into the woods. He swoIe
savaSely to himself. She had kent
him too long. There was very
little chance now Of finding the
owner of that voice Had there
ever been? What did it matter. the
moment or 50 it had taken to got rid
of Polly? The odds were ali with
the voice, and had been from the
start. lie was not only mctaphoric-
ally. but literally, stabhing iii the
dark. What did it mean? Again he
SWore, and sworc now through
CIcnchcd teeth. He knew wen
enough what II meant. 1t meant
what he knew now that shot
through his cabin window had
meant. 1t meant that he was
known to some one as he should hp
two men on this island. there was
room for only one: otherwise II
promised disaster, oxposure-tho
end. \ strangling horrible cnd-on
the end of a rope.
a door of the past aiar.
Who? Who
! lie was making too much noise,
Rather than stalking his game. he
was more likely to be stalled. lie
had been stalKCd-when that voice
mad cried out. lie halted-listened
Nothing. But it was somewhere in
! mere That the voice had come from.
lie could swear to that.
He worked forward again. Damn
the trees and foliage, How conid
one go quietly when one had to fight
ones way through" And it was
soggy and wet underfoot-one's
feet made squcaky oozy noises.
lie came out on the beacl-a
long. cury!ng stretch of sand
gllStcning willie in the moonlight
lie was amazed that he had travel
ed so far. How far had he Travelled >
His mind, like his soul. was in a
state of fury, of fear: there was
upon him n frenzy. the urge of self
preservation. to kill.
a structure Of some kind, OK
, tehulhE out into the sea. doomed uD
u distance away over to the right
He stared at it. 1t was a boat
house; and its ornate, exaggerated
size stamped it at once as an
adjunct to the mad millionajre's
mansion. But the voice had not
come from the hoathouse-it had
come from the woods back i'll here
behind him.
Captain Francis Newcombe re-