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And, as I touched it fearfully, the veil-like garment covering her, vanished into thin air, its metal stars twinkling in a shower around her on the stone floor." The Tracer, motionless, intent, scarcely breathed; the younger man moved restlessly in his chair, the dazed light in his eyes clearing to sullen consciousness. "What more is there to tell?" he said. "And to what purpose?
For a full minute the two men sat there without moving or speaking. Then the Tracer laid aside his pencil. "To sum up," he said, opening the palm of his left hand and placing the forefinger of his right across it, "the excavation made by the falling pillar raised in triumph above the water garden of the deposed king, Meris, by his rival, was the subterranean house of Meris.
He had promised to appear. And then Carden recollected the gray wig and whiskers that the Tracer had waved at him from the cupboard, bidding him note them well. Could that beaming, benignant, tottering old gentleman have been the Tracer of Lost Persons himself? And the same instant Carden was sure of it, spite of the miraculous change in the man.
But then it is a gift of the gods to see through eyes anointed by the gods. The Tracer touched his gray mustache and bowed; the girl bowed very sweetly. "You are Mr. Keen," she said; "you have an inscription for me to translate." "A mystery for young eyes to interpret," he said, smiling. "May I sit here and tell my story before I show you my inscription?"
Lamour married his patient," said the Tracer mildly. "He I that need not be necessary " "But if it should prove necessary?" "I you " "Answer me, child." She stared across at Carden, biting her red lips. He turned pink promptly and fidgeted. "He has got it!" she whispered excitedly. "Oh, do you mind if I take him for mine? I am perfectly wild to begin on him!"
"We can take care of that. Candar installed a system for use on his own speeches. Each receiver automatically goes on when he is speaking." "That's it, then," Thane said. "Switch all the power from the Tracer to the newscast beam. Put the Priestess on the circuit and I'll try to keep it open." He turned to Selan. "How long will you need?" "Ten minutes will be enough," she said with determination.
On the fifteenth day of March, 1906, Mr. Keen, Tracer of Lost Persons, received the following cablegram from Alexandria, Egypt: "Keen, Tracer, New York: Locate Joram Smiles, forty, stout, lame, red hair, ragged red mustache, cast in left eye, pallid skin; carries one crutch; supposed to have arrived in America per S. S. Scythian Queen, with man known as Emanuel Gandon, swarthy, short, fat, light bluish eyes, Eurasian type.
Indeed, how can I suspect anybody in the circumstances?" "The other, now?" "His name's Ritter. He is merely a tracer, not a fully skilled draughtsman. He is quite a decent young fellow, and I have had him two years. I don't consider him particularly smart, or he would have learned a little more of his business by this time. But I don't see the least reason to suspect him.
Great Scott! what an opportunity! and I bungled it through being too eager!" "When was this?" "Just after the others dove. You remember " I told him, briefly, of my experience, adding, "And I didn't know there was a German in sight until I saw the smoke of the tracer bullets." "Neither did I, only I didn't see even the smoke." This cheered me immensely. "What! you didn't " "No.
She stood a moment so, then, shuddering, covered her eyes with both hands. The Tracer of Lost Persons looked at her, turned and opened the door. "Captain Harren!" he called quietly. Harren, pacing the anteroom, turned and came forward.
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