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"I shall accompany you," the Professor declared. "The discomforts of travelling without luggage are nothing compared with the importance of discovering this human fiend." "Luggage pshaw!" Laura exclaimed. "Who cares about that?" "And nothing," Lenora declared firmly, as she caught at Quest's arm, "would keep me away."
You know the number." She obeyed almost at once. She took the receiver from the instrument by her side. "Number 700, New York City." "You will ask," Quest continued, "whether he is all right, whether the jewels are safe." There was a brief silence, then the girl's voice. "Are you there, James?... Yes, I am Lenora. Are you safe?
You coaxed my father into making a will, the thought of which ought to make you blush. Carrie overheard you telling Lenora, and when she found that she must die she wrote it on a piece of paper, and consigned it to Willie's care!" Several times Mrs.
She recognized them at once and waved it gaily. "Hullo, you people?" she cried. "Soon run you to earth, eh?" They were for a moment dumbfounded; Lenora was the first to find words. "But when did you start, Laura?" she asked. "I thought you were too ill to move for weeks." The girl smiled contemptuously. "I left three days after you, on the Kaiser Frederic," she replied.
"You'd better take things quietly," the latter advised. "It will only hurt you to struggle. Step this way a little. Put your hand in your pocket, so, and no one will notice." Craig obeyed silently. They stepped along the deck towards the rest of the party. Lenora handed her glasses to Quest. "Do look, Mr. Quest," she begged.
Here they pulled in their horses, and the Professor looked thoughtfully through his field-glasses. "The road straight on is the ordinary way to the depot," he said, "but, as you can see, at the bend there it is becoming almost impassable. The thing is, what did Lenora do? When she got as far as this, she must have seen that further progress was dangerous."
Through the darkness they heard the sound of angry voices. "What is it, Laura?" Lenora cried. She swung round upon them. "Craig!" she cried. "Craig! I saw his face as I sat in my chair there, talking to the Captain. I saw a man's white face nothing else. He must have been leaning over the rail. He heard me call out and he disappeared."
Suddenly Lenora, who was sitting on the lounge underneath the porthole, put out her hand and picked up a card which was lying by her side. She glanced at it, at first curiously. Then she shrieked. "A message!" she cried. "A message from the Hands! Look!" They crowded around her. In that same familiar handwriting was scrawled across the face of the card these few words "To Sanford Quest.
As he read the first lines the anxious youth grew pale; but as he went on a tremor ran through all his limbs, till with a hysterical laugh and clasped hands he exclaimed, "Thanks! thanks! Oh, God! she is restored to me!" "Oh, sir, sir," cried Bess, "is it good news?" "Yes! yes! rejoice with me! Lenora lives!
Occasionally Lenora came into the apartment, and, seeming unusually restless, wandered about from spot to spot, arranging and rearranging the little fancy articles upon the tables, looking out of the window into the garden, and at last running down-stairs suddenly as if she were pursued.
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