Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1924-05-13
WHO'S WHO IN THE STORY

EVELYN HASTE, beautiful and rich
girl, who sits down at the piano OF
her wedding highland mysterious
~ disappears.
KENNEDY HASTE, her husband, who
suspects completely on the part OF
his old war comrade.
SIR RAWDON WELLS, an amateur
scientist, who has insisted on lend
ing the couple Hidden Hall Court
his gloomy and mystery-ridden es-
tate, for their honeymoon. and who
is found after the disappearance in
a secret chamber.
PANDORA, a gipsy-like girl, adopted
sister of Kennedy and secretly IN
love with Wells.
MISS GILLETT, an ex-war nurse, who
fell in love with Haste in hospi-
tai, and who is an intense person.
BACON. youthful Scotland Yard de-
tective, who has done glorified "spy
work" in the war. He is of vivid
Latin temperament, though Cana
dian in training.
Imprisoned in Mystery
The girl tried to reason the mat
ter out.
She had felt very tired in the cell
she remembered, and at last. late at
night, had lain down to sleep. Since
then-blankness. And now a room
under deep, green water,
1t must be day by this time, she
told herself: for even here it was
light enough to see everything in
the place, and catch the glints on
fishes shining scales.
The room was curiously furnished,
at all events to Pandora's eyes. The
walls were of bricks, narrow, long
hrownish -colored bricks. Lying on
the low bed, no higher than a divan,
the girl could see no doors; but on
each of the four walls hung a piece
of tapestry, either one of which
might cover a door. These hang
ings looked old. yet they were not
6ilapidated, neither were they faded.
In such place where sunlight could
never enter, colors might remain
fresh Pan thought, for centuries.
The floor was bare, save for a tiger
skin thrown down in front of the
couch, and the only furniture, be-
sides the bed, consisted of a small
refectory table of black oak, with
beautifully carved legs and two
chairs apparently of the same period.
1t was neither cold nor warm in
the room, bat the bed had a patch
work coverlet made of satins and
brocades all in bright contrasting
colors, and put together in
marvellous designs of stars and
wheels. The sheets and a pillow
case were of yellowish linen, thick
and silver smooth. Pan thought
OF the Sleeping Beauty in the En-
chanted Wood. When the Princess
walked up after her hundred years
of dreams, she might have found
herself in some such room as this.
But she had. been walked by a
Prince.
AS clouds lifted from her brain,
the girl tried sitting up once more
as stest to see whether she were
really awake or not. Lifting her
head from the low pillow, she felt a
slight giddiness and nausea; and
for the first time she became aware
of an odor more powerful than the
faint combination of lavender and
mustiness that hung round the bed
clothing.
This second odor was not strange
to her. AS she shifted it in curiously
it brought back vivid memory Of
last night.
'Don's new anesthetic." she said
to herself
The first time she had smelled 1t
was in his laboratory, when he had
described his experiments to her
and explained the advantage which
his invention was supposed to have
over chloroform, ether and other
variants much advertised in these
modern days. Don was going to