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Updated: May 28, 2025
Until the men had marched far beyond the chance of rumors reaching Thirlestane, they were not informed of the Earl of Mar's danger. They conceived their present errand was the recapture of De Valence.
There they crouched in the brush ready to press the plunger the moment our car touched the planking. One of the men crept out a little nearer the road. "They're coming!" he called back, dropping down again. "Get ready!" Del Mar's emissaries had not reckoned, however, that any one else might be about to whom the heliograph was an open book.
Just then the doctor and his driver, whom the valet had already summoned to Del Mar's, came speeding down the road. The doctor saw the chauffeur fall in a half faint, stopped his car and ran to him. The chauffeur had kept up as long as he could. He had now sunk down beside his machine in the road. A moment later they picked him up and carried him into the house.
The ride around through the country and back to the shore, road from Del Mar's was pleasant. In fact it was always pleasant to be with Elaine, especially in a car. We were spinning along at a fast clip when we came to a rocky part of the coast. As we made a turn a sharp breeze took off my hat and whirled it far off the road and among the rocks of the shore.
There they dismounted and spread out in a semi-circular order, advancing on the grove. As they did so, shots rang out from behind the trees. Del Mar's men, from the shelter were firing at them. But it seemed hopeless for the fugitives. "Ready!" ordered Del Mar as the cavalrymen advanced, relentless. Each of his men picked up one of the big black gas bombs and held it high up over his head.
Soon after, Mar's ill-concerted rebellion took place, in which I have no doubt your father was an active agent; but I have, since this last letter, lost all trace of him. Your being born in the year '16 would lead me to suppose that he must have married your mother about the time of the Rebellion, either in Scotland or France."
He held the door open and she entered the cab, unsuspecting. "Mr. Del Mar's," she directed, simply. As the new taxicab driver cranked his engine and climbed into the seat, he was careful to let no action of his, however small, betray the intense satisfaction he felt at the working of his scheme. He pulled away from the station.
A soulless sound, or a direful knell, to recall the remembrance of all he had lost. Such were his thoughts when the words of Thusa ha measg rung from Lady Mar's voice. Those were the strains which Halbert used to breathe from his heart to call Marion to her nightly slumbers-those were the strains with which that faithful servant had announced that she slept to wake no more!
From the concealed entrance to a cave on a hillside, Del Mar's man who had gone through the panel in the bungalow appeared a few minutes later and hurried down to the shore. It was a rocky coast with stretches of cliffs and now and then a ravine and bit of sandy beach. Gingerly he climbed down the rocks to the water.
They drew guns together, but the little old man fired first. His bullet struck the wall back of Del Mar and a cloud of vapor was instantly formed, enveloping Del Mar and even Elaine. Del Mar fell, overcome, while Elaine sank more slowly. The little old man ran forward. In the conservatory, Aunt Josephine and I heard the shooting, just as one of Del Mar's men ran in again.
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