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Clayton was too great a sufferer to notice beyond my external safety, or she might have seen clear indications of some strange change at work, stamped upon my features. My unsettled intentions were suddenly brought to a crisis by the contents of a letter handed to me, as usual, in the shadows of the evening, by the long-absent Dr. Englehart, who came in person, in accordance with Mrs.
Unless its pledges should be fulfilled, and the spoils held for the delectation of the victors, precarious indeed, would be the position of the new government. Therefore it was exceeding necessary to "collar the main guy," and recapture the sinews of war and government. Goodwin handed the message to Keogh. "Read that, Billy," he said. "It's from Bob Englehart. Can you manage the cipher?"
"Where am I, then?" I feebly asked at length. "In the establishment of Dr. Englehart," she made answer, "a private madhouse." "God of heaven! has it come to this?" I covered my eyes with my hands and sobbed aloud, while tears of pride and passion rained hotly over my cheeks. This outburst was of short duration. "I will give them no advantage," I considered. "My violence might be perverted.
"I hope you will not refuse to mail my notes, even under these trying circumstances,"! said, extending them to her. "You can ask Dr. Englehart to do so when he comes," she answered, gently; "for myself, I am utterly powerless to serve you beyond the walls of this chamber." "And how long is this close immurement to continue?" I asked again, after another dreary pause.
Englehart was gone for so I still choose to call him for some reasons, although I give my reader credit for still more astuteness than I possessed myself, and believe that he has long ago recognized, through this cloud of mystery and travesty thrown about him, an old acquaintance the child Ernie rose from the bed on which he had lain tremulous and observant, with his small hands clinched, his eyes on fire.
He strolled about the streets that bore such high-sounding names and were but narrow, grass-covered lanes, lending his own aid to the vigil that had been intrusted to him by Bob Englehart. The town had begun the tepid round of its nightly diversions.
"Is it true vat I hear," he asked, pausing at some distance, "dat you vant to have dat leetle hompback chilt for a companion, Miss Monfort?" "It is true, Dr. Englehart." "And vat can your motif be? Heh? I must study dat for a leetle before I can decide de question, or even trost him as a human being in your hands." "Lunatics are rarely governed by motives at all," I replied, "only impulses.
Yet I betrayed nothing of my amazement I am convinced, for, after standing silently for a time and almost in a suppliant attitude before me, Dr. Englehart departed, and for many days I saw him not again. An object that looked not unlike a small, solemn owl, stood in the middle of the floor, regarding me silently when I awoke very early on the following morning.
"Not now, at least, Dr. Englehart." "Permit me, then, to feel your pulse vonce more. I shall determine den more perfectly dis vexing subject of your sanity." "Thank you; I decline your opinion on a matter so little open to difference. Be good enough to retire. Dr. Englehart. Let me at least breathe freely in the solitude to which I am consigned."
Englehart, silent, expectant perhaps, stood with his hand tightly grasping the back of a chair, on the seat of which he reposed one knee, in a position such as defiant school-boys often assume before a pedagogue.
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