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I could hear nothing, see nothing, yet slowly I became convinced of the presence of something unseen something in the forest close by, watching us out of invisible eyes. A chill, settling along my spine, crept upward to my scalp, until every separate hair wiggled to the roots. Miss Barrison was pale, but perfectly calm and self-possessed. "Let us go in-doors," I said, as steadily as I could.
"Is Professor Farrago amusing?" she asked. "Well oh, certainly but not in in the way I am." Suddenly it flashed upon me that my superior was a confirmed hater of unmarried women. I had clean forgotten it; and now the full import of what I had done scared me silent. "Is anything the matter?" asked Miss Barrison. "No not yet," I said, ominously.
"Why not?" I asked, amazed. "Because," he said, "although my fiancée was prepared to accept a cat as her great-aunt, she could not endure the complications that followed." "What complications?" inquired Miss Barrison. The young man sighed profoundly, shaking his head. "My great-aunt had kittens," he said, softly. The tremendous scientific importance of these experiences excited me beyond measure.
All I could see inside were mounds of lace and ribbons, and with a vague idea that Miss Barrison needed no assistance I returned to the boat and sat down to smoke until she was ready. When she summoned me her face was flushed and her eyes bright. "Those are certainly the most beautiful things!" she said, softly. "Why, it is like a bride's trousseau absolutely complete all except the bridal gown "
"Very well," she replied. I held the door open; she entered with the dog; I followed, closing and barring the door, and then took my station at the window, rifle in hand. There was not a sound in the forest. Miss Barrison laid the dog on the floor and quietly picked up her pad and pencil.
I think she resembles one of the younger Barrison sisters, who sing 'Linger Longer Lucy, Linger Longer Loo. A man must certainly don armour in dealing with her." "I am completely at a loss to understand," lied Frederick, "how I ever came to fall under suspicion with that creature. She is of absolutely no interest to me." "Good Lord, Doctor von Kammacher!
The locomotive emitted a long, lazy, softly modulated and thoroughly Southern toot. I handed the operator a silver dollar, and he presently emerged from his office and slouched off up the street, while I walked with Miss Barrison to the station platform, where I resumed the discussion of her future movements. "You are very young to take such a risk," I said, gravely.
And if any lady is to wear garments in his vicinity, I assume that those garments are to be anything except diaphanous!... Please take your seat in the boat, Miss Barrison. I want to row and think." I had had my fill of exercise and thought when, about four o'clock in the afternoon, Miss Barrison directed my attention to a point of palms jutting out into the water about a mile to the southward.
"If I lose my life, or or disappear, promise me on your honor to get to the electric launch as soon as possible and make all speed northward, placing my private papers, the reports of Miss Barrison, and your own reports in the hands of the authorities in Bronx Park. Don't attempt to aid me; don't delay to search for me. Do you promise?" "Yes," we breathed together. He looked at us solemnly.
As he was not in the habit of talking to himself, the services of Miss Barrison were not required. Before he started, however, he came to her with a request for a dozen pies, the construction of which he asked if she understood.
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