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Updated: June 14, 2025
"I shall dare do lots of things unless you tell me what I want to know." "What do you want to know?" she demanded defiantly. "I want to know the most likely address at which your friend the doctor can be found the fact is, Miss Glaum, the game is up we know all about the Green Rust." She stepped back, her hand raised to her mouth. "The the Green Rust!" she gasped. "What do you mean?"
"I am not going to discuss my business or his," she said, "and I don't care what you threaten me with or what you do." "I will do something more than threaten you," he said ominously, "you will not fool me, Miss Glaum, and the sooner you realize the fact the better. I am going all the way with you if you give me any trouble, and if you don't answer my questions.
Their exit, however, would not take them near Beale's prison. A few paces along the corridor was another passage leading to the yard above, and it was by this way that Hilda Glaum had sped to the doctor's room. Presently all were gone save one industrious worker, who sat peering through the eye-piece of his microscope, immovable.
"Is Miss Glaum in?" he demanded. "Yes, sir. Will you step into the drawing-room. All the other boarders are out. What name shall I say?" "Tell her a gentleman from Krooman Mansions," he answered diplomatically. He walked into the tawdry parlour and put down his hat and stick, and waited. Presently the door opened and the girl came in.
"Glaum has got something; I must go out and see what it is," he said, and went out, taking his wood-cutting axe with him. "Let your cutting up of it be no worse than my carrying of it home!" said Glaum. Grettir was irritated with the thrall; he used his axe with both hands and did not notice what tree it was.
"Wait, wait," stammered the professor, "if Mr. Peale will permit " He shuffled forward, but Beale had turned the latch and opened the door wide. Standing in the entrance was a girl whom he had no difficulty in recognizing as Hilda Glaum, sometime desk companion of Oliva Cresswell. His back was to the light and she did not recognize him.
Do you think my freedom such a great thing while I am lying here in the cold?" Angle said: "Have you lost your wits? Don't you see that your enemies are upon you and about to kill you all?" Glaum said nothing, but on recognising the men cried out as loud as he could. "Do one thing or the other," said Angle; "either be silent this moment and tell me all about your household, or be killed."
Hilda Glaum was of Swiss extraction, and something of a mystery. She was good looking in a sulky, saturnine way, but her known virtues stopped short at her appearance.
"If the fact that the cleverest policeman in America or England is at present on the premises can be so described, then everything is wrong," said van Heerden, and helped himself to a drink. "Here in the laboratory?" demanded Milsom, fear in his eyes. "What do you mean?" "I'll tell you," said the other, and gave the story as he had heard it from Hilda Glaum.
As the man was so fussy and talkative they gave him a nickname and called him Glaum. "The people in Glaumbaer," he said, "were much exercised about your going without a hat in this weather, and wanted to know whether you were any the braver for being proof against the cold.
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