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All rushed in to the office, on the commissary's heels. Raoul was the last to enter. As he was about to follow the rest into the room, a hand was laid on his shoulder and he heard these words spoken in his ear: "ERIK'S SECRETS CONCERN NO ONE BUT HIMSELF!" He turned around, with a stifled exclamation.
If he was going to put up with this from the whole row, his position on the farm would be untenable. "Yes, and mine go behind Erik's," began Anders now, "not after after Gustav's," he corrected himself quickly, for the bailiff had fixed his eyes upon him, and taken a step forward to knock him down. The bailiff stood silent for a moment as if listening, the muscles of his arms quivering.
Kajsa had hardly left him alone with his two friends when he confessed to them, as he had confessed in his letter to Mr. Hersebom, that his investigations had been without result. Nothing had occurred to throw any light on the mystery which surrounded Erik's origin, and the doctor in all sincerity declared that the problem was thought by him to be insolvable.
"I wish to know whether you are acquainted with a sailor named Patrick O'Donoghan, and whether he is now with you, or if you can tell me where I can find him?" "Patrick O'Donoghan: yes, I know him, but it is five or six years since he has been here, and I am unable to say where he is now." Erik's countenance displayed such great disappointment that the old woman was touched.
Fifty-six blows of square-headed iron maces were traced on Erik's skull when his tomb was opened in the seventeenth century. But I am not writing a guide-book. There are good hotels in Viborg Preisler's and the Phoenix are all that can be desired. But my cousin, whose experiences I have to tell you now, went to the Golden Lion the first time that he visited Viborg.
A soldier named Magnus, of peasant birth, who rose to the rank of corporal in Erik's life-guard, had a daughter named Katrina or Catherine, shortened to Karin, who as a child sat selling nuts in the market-place at Stockholm. Here Erik one day saw her, then about thirteen, and was so struck by her great beauty that he had her placed among the maids-of-honor of his sister Elizabeth.
"Reflect, my dear child, before you make such a decision." Mr. Malarius did not tell him that he had already written to Stockholm to inform the doctor of the sad state of their affairs, and the change which the cyclone of the 3d of March had made in the circumstances of Erik's family.
Next came a tremendous sigh, followed by a cry of horror from Christine, and we heard Erik's voice: "I beg your pardon for letting you see a face like this! What a state I am in, am I not? Do I ask people who pass to tell me the time? He will never ask anybody the time again! It is the siren's fault." Another sigh, deeper, more tremendous still, came from the abysmal depths of a soul.
Erik's black mask made me think of the natural mask of the Moor of Venice. He was Othello himself. Suddenly, I felt a need to see beneath the mask. I wanted to know the FACE of the voice, and, with a movement which I was utterly unable to control, swiftly my fingers tore away the mask. Oh, horror, horror, horror!"
The principal thing in Erik's eyes was to reach the "Vega" as quickly as possible, in order to meet Patrick O'Donoghan without delay. The doctor and Mr. Bredejord warmly approved of his motives when he explained them to them. The work of preparing the "Alaska" was pushed on as rapidly as possible.
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