The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1924-11-27
Gerald shook his head.

Gerald sho0k his head.
"Better ask no questions until the
governor comes back" he enjoined.
mo fear talk" the man declared
with a laugh. Governor given me
twenty marks II talk. I get twenty
lashes instead. Goodnightw
He departed finally. closing and lock.
ing the door behind him. Gerald ate
some bread hungrily and drank the
beer. Then for time he dozed. When
he woke up and loked at his watch, II
was twelve o'clock. Very soon he
would begin to expect the governor
He sat up on the mattress with his
back to the wall. Between twelve and
one O'Clock he looked at his watch
twenty times. One O'Clock came and
passed; half-past one. Then he ross
to his feet and began pacing the cell
restlessly. Two O'clock came; half.
past. He held his watch In his hand
now, to save himself the continual
dragging 10 out from his pocket. The
great fortress apparently slept. There
was no sound anywhere. Only time
went on. Three o'clock arrived and
passt Presently streaks
of daylight began to appear. At six
o'clock at last there were footsteps
outside. The warder entered once
more This time he carried jug OF
hot liquid.
'Tea," he announced, "from kitchen.
Give me something"
Gerald gave him more silver. The tea
was the color of straw and water, but
the faint smell of 1t was refreshing.
"Where is the GOVERNOR" he asked.
The warder shook his head.
"Not ask questions" he begged.
Governor not here"
Gerald pulled himself together and
dismissed the man. He drank the tea
slowly. Once more he sat down on the
mattress. The room now was a little
lighter. He could see as far as the
opposite wall He sat down and walt
ed. Every nerve in his body seemed
.tingling. He tried to keep his mind
of the subject of what could have
happened to detain the governor. to
turn his thoughts back to England. BE
suddenly found himself by the road
side, watching the mending of the
puncture. looking impatiently along the
white ribbon of road which led to
Cannes, and, beyond, to Monte Carlo,
where the lights were burning and the
viOlins were playing their pagan over
ture. He saw Myrtile's pale, terrified
face cleaning out against the back
ground of the cypress trees, heard her
pathetic story throbbing in the pine
sweetened stiffness. He remembered
their drive. All those things seemed
part of another world. He remem-
bered those few furious moments when
Christopher had taken her from his
arms. A faint feeling Of shame crept
over him as he sat there, huddled up.
Then, with rush, came the memory
which swept everything else out OF his
mind. He saw Pauline. felt the dis
turbance of her presence, remembered
the slow ebbing away of her pride, her
first few kind words, the half-sp0ken
promise. What was there about her,
he wondered vaguely, which had
brought him, with all his experience.
so completely to her feet? She had
shown him no kindness. She had not
even been gracious. He had read dis
like in her eyes more often than any
other feeling. There remained, too.
the pitiless truth that all the IA
vors he had won from her he had
bought, Indirectly II not directly. Yet
there she was, ruling over his life, the
one sweet, dominant figure, for whose
sake he sat in these miserable clothes,
forgotten figure-perhaps, even, In
danger. He took out his watch with
trembling fingers. 1t was ten o'clock.
His thoughts Knocked him now. he
could find no escape by means of
them. He could think Of nothing but
the present. Something had gone
wrong with their plans. What would
It mean for him? Not soul In the
world knew where he was. If he had
a name at all here, 1t was the name
OF the man whom the people of Rus
STA had once threatened to tear limb
from limb.
At last there came q little stir, an
unaccustomed sound Of voices. Pres
emily he heard footsteps outside, the
key turned in the lock. His heart
turned sick with disappointment
was the warder alone! Gerald dug
his hand once more into his pocket.
This time he brought out note. For
some reason or other he was terrified.
Even the stolid features Of his visitor
seemed disturbed.
"Where Is the GOVERNOR Gerald
demanded. "See, there Is this note II
you will 90 and fetch him."
The man returned to the door and
shook 1t to be sure that it was
fastened. Then he came back to
Gerald.
"A strange thing has happened"
he said. 'sThere is a German woman
In the town. Last night the governor
spent at her house. They were both
drunk. They quarreled. Elsa killed