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Updated: May 21, 2025
"Ah it is you, doctor!" she exclaimed in feigned surprise as the butler started to withdraw. "Yes," he laughed; "I do hope I'm not disturbing you, dear lady. I was passing and dropped in." Alice put forth her hand to him frankly and received the warm pressure of his own. They waited until the sound of Blakeman's footsteps died away in the conservatory. "He's gone," she whispered nervously.
"Where's Sam? where's " she pleaded feebly. Then a dull roar rang in her ears; she lay unconscious, a dead weight in his arms. Holcomb began to stagger on the bottom step, reeling like a drunkard; again he proceeded, stumbling on through the passageway leading to Blakeman's pantry.
They had managed to rescue a nondescript collection of clothing, blankets, mackintoshes, socks, brogans and two teamsters' overcoats from the partly destroyed lower shanty. In the storehouse adjoining they, with Blakeman's assistance, found three hams, matches, a sack of flour, some tea, half a sack of beans and a few cooking utensils.
William Holcomb, ready for Blakeman's hand in the morning. Two days subsequent to these occurrences and some hours after his coupe loaded with his guns and traps had rumbled away to meet Holcomb, in time for the Adirondack express Thayor laid a note in his butler's hands with special instructions not to place it among his lady's mail until she awoke. He could not have chosen a better messenger.
Alice sprang up, caught the end of the long overcoat in her fingers and, guided by the sound of Blakeman's footsteps, calling to him at every step, dashed on into the darkness. Then she tripped, and with a piercing shriek fell headlong. A posse of men were approaching. The torches drew nearer and nearer voices could be heard. She strained her ears but it was not that of her husband.
"You must go," she said with an effort; "it is late. Blakeman will be here in a moment to turn on the lights." She stretched forth her hands to him. For a second he held them warm and trembling in his own, then Blakeman's rapid step in the conservatory was heard. "Good-night," he said in a louder tone, as the butler appeared.
Only when the muffled slam of a coupe door awoke her to consciousness did she turn and speak to them, and only then with one of those perfunctory remarks indulged in by some hostesses when their guests are within ear-shot. In the midst of the comedy, to which neither made reply, the heavy portieres were suddenly drawn aside and Blakeman's trained voice rang out: "Dr. Sperry!"
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