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This relieved his mind, for he had suspected some strange new apoplexy. "Did you expect this?" he wrote. Darrow nodded. Together the three ghosts left the phantom office, and glided down the phantom halls. Other ghosts in various stages of alarm were already making their way down the stairs. Some of them spoke, but no sound came.
What did he mean by "a moment's folly, a flash of madness"? How did people enter on such adventures, how pass out of them without more visible traces of their havoc? Her imagination recoiled from the vision of a sudden debasing familiarity: it seemed to her that her thoughts would never again be pure... "I swear to you," she heard Darrow saying, "it was simply that, and nothing more."
"Are you the only survivor?" he inquired. "Except yourself." "The Nigger? Pulz? Thrackles? The captain? All drowned?" "Not the captain. They murdered him." "Ah," said Darrow softly. "And you I beg your pardon your er friends disposed of the doctor in the same way?" "Handy Solomon," replied Slade with shaking lips. "Hell's got that fiend, if there's a hell for human fiends.
In the first place it can be shown that while Mr. Darrow occasionally played cards at his own home, he never gambled, uniformly refusing to play for even the smallest stake. Furthermore, Mr. Darrow's physician will testify that Mr.
Darrow quite deliberately lighted a cigarette, flipped the match into the grate, and leaned back luxuriously. Professor Eldridge sat bolt upright, waiting. Helen Warford watched them both. "You have no humanity; you have no imagination," stated Darrow at last. "You follow the dictates of rigid science, and of logic." "Most certainly," Eldridge agreed to this, as to a compliment.
The situation was saved, for Darrow, by an abrupt rush of memories, and he gave way to a mirth which she as frankly echoed. "Of course," she gasped through her laughter, "I only said it to tease Jimmy " Her amusement obscurely annoyed him. "Oh, you're all alike!" he exclaimed, moved by an unaccountable sense of disappointment. She caught him up in a flash she didn't miss things!
Murrett's niece," he declared. She shook her head. "No; not even that. Only her reader." "Her reader? Do you mean to say she ever reads?" Miss Viner enjoyed his wonder. "Dear, no! But I wrote notes, and made up the visiting-book, and walked the dogs, and saw bores for her." Darrow groaned. "That must have been rather bad!" "Yes; but nothing like as bad as being her niece."
At the announcement, Darrow tried to merge his look of relief into the expression of friendly interest with which he grasped her hand. "You really do agree with me, then? And you'll give me a chance to talk things over with you?" She shook her head with a faint smile. "I'm not thinking of the stage. I've had another offer: that's all." The relief was hardly less great.
For a time Jack followed him about, but after a while wearied of so profitless an occupation, and so took to smoking on the window-ledge. Darrow extended his investigations to the bookcase, and to a drawer in the deal table. For over two hours he sorted notes, compared, and ruminated, his brows knit in concentration. Jack did not try to interrupt him.
Foster debated on one of the major issues of reason a flutter made itself felt in the city even among citizens indifferent to debate. Indifferent or not, one felt that a debate between Prof. Foster and Mr. Darrow was a matter of considerable importance. Things might be disproved or proved on such an occasion. They were to have debated on "Is There Immortality?" when Prof.
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