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He locked the door to the hall, then quickly took a step toward the door into the tramp's room. There was just time enough for the tramp to see his approach. He ran swiftly and softly over to the further corner and dropped down as if sound asleep. The key turned in the lock and the small man entered, careful to lock the door to Elaine's room. He moved over to where the tramp was feigning sleep.
As he did so, I sniffed. There was an unmistakable odor of garlic in the air which made me think of what I had already noticed in Elaine's room. "What is it?" I asked, mystified. "Arseniuretted hydrogen," he answered, still engaged in verifying his tests. "This is the Marsh test for arsenic."
And then, to Elaine's secret amazement, it was Priscilla's arm that went about her waist, and Priscilla's voice that cried, with a thrill of sincerity there was no mistaking: "Oh, Peggy, isn't it splendid to have her here?" The great occasion was at hand. Assisted by Joe and Jerry, the girls had spent most of the day in the schoolhouse, with results that surprised themselves.
Cornelia van Osterzee has won her way to the highest position by her work in the larger forms. Among her best productions are two symphonic poems from the "Idyls of the King," entitled "Elaine's Death" and "Geraint's Bridal Journey." These were performed with great success at one of the recent Berlin Philharmonic Concerts.
Out of all the welter of his thoughts one course became clearer and clearer. He must tell Elaine. He must put her in possession of the main facts of the situation which had developed in Larssen's office. That he could tell her without violating the spirit of his bargain with Olive was certain. He knew he could trust absolutely in Elaine's silence.
"Quick no word," he said, leading the way to the hall door, "and you must not leave that it will be a clue," he added, picking up the bloody handkerchief and pressing it into Elaine's hand. They quickly ran out into the hall. "Go quick!" he urged again, "and hide the handkerchief in the bag. Let no one see it!" He shut the door. As they hurried away, Elaine breathed a sigh of relief.
May all these notes of my misery fall into Elaine's hands some day, may she read them to the end, pity and absolve me, and for a long time mourn for me!
It was in the form of a minute, hollow cylinder, with two grooves on it, a cylinder so tiny that it would scarcely have slipped over the point of a pencil. "A cannulla," he explained, as he prepared to make an incision in Elaine's arm and in the arm of the wounded rogue.
"I say, Elaine," he began, awkwardly. "That beast of a poem I read the other day " Her face paled, ever so slightly. "Yes?" "Well, Perkins didn't write it, you know," Dick went on, hastily. "I did it myself. Or, rather I found it, blowing around, outside, just as I said, and I fixed it." At length he became restless under the calm scrutiny of Elaine's clear eyes. "I beg your pardon," he continued.
"You'll be up and around in a few weeks," his cousin added. "I've seen to it that everything at Traskon New House will be ready for you by then." "I'll never enter that house as long as I live, and I wish that wouldn't be more than the next minute. That was to be Elaine's house. I won't go to it alone." The dreams troubled his sleep less and less as he grew stronger.
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