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Then amid this wild excitement my own passion, all my instincts of duty, arose within me! Yes, this was madness! Yet must I not arrest this criminal whom my country had outlawed, who threatened the entire world with his terrible invention? Must I not put my hand on his shoulder and summon him to surrender to justice! Was I or was I not Strock, chief inspector of the federal police?
"Unless, Strock " "Unless what?" I demanded. "Unless the machine of this Master of the World has also wings, which permit it to take refuge in the Great Eyrie." At the suggestion that the "Terror," which had searched the deeps of the sea, might be capable also of rivaling the vultures and the eagles, I could not restrain an expressive shrug of incredulity. Neither did Mr.
Smith, they have appeared to you as inexplicable and as threatening as to your people." "Inexplicable, certainly, Mr. Strock. For on my part, I do not believe it possible that the Great Eyrie can be a volcano; the Alleghanies are nowhere of volcanic origins. I, myself, in our immediate district, have never found any geological traces of scoria, or lava, or any eruptive rock whatever.
The last song of the birds had ceased. With the coming of night the breeze fell little by little, and the leaves scarcely quivered even at the tops of the highest branches. The sky darkened rapidly after sundown and twilight deepened into obscurity. I looked at my watch, it was half-past eight. "It is time, Wells." "When you will, Mr. Strock." "Then let us start."
You understand, Strock, I do not want to give our criminals lessons; I much prefer to have them remain as they are. Nevertheless there are many whom the police will never be able to track down." On this matter I shared absolutely the opinion of my chief. It is among rascals that one finds the most fools.
"No; and though there is every reason to believe that he has been, and still continues, beneath the waters of Lake Kirdall, it has been impossible to find any trace of him anywhere around there. One would almost fancy he had the power of making himself invisible, this Proteus of a mechanic!" "It seems likely," said I, "that he will never be seen until he wishes to be." "True, Strock.
"I do not doubt it," responded the chief. "And I will ask you instead this more exact question: Are you as fond of riddles as ever? As eager to penetrate into mysteries, as I have known you before?" "I am, Mr. Ward." "Good, Strock; then listen." Mr. Ward, a man of about fifty years, of great power and intellect, was fully master of the important position he filled.
Strock?" asked he. "Yes." "I am at your command," said Mr. Wells. "Are we to stop any time in Toledo?" I asked. "No; with your permission, Mr. Strock. A carriage with two good horses is waiting outside the station; and we must leave at once to reach our destination as soon as possible." "We will go at once," I answered, signing to my two men to follow us. "Is it far?" "Twenty miles."
Ward," I responded, "but you will agree with me that never was inquisitive man put to greater straits to satisfy his curiosity." "I agree, Strock; and the mysteries of the Great Eyrie, the transformations of the "Terror," you have discovered them! But unfortunately, the still greater secrets of this Master of the World have perished with him."
It was dated, to my extreme stupefaction, from that mysterious Great Eyrie: Great Eyrie, Blueridge Mtns, To Mr. Strock: North Carolina, June 13th. Chief Inspector of Police, 34 Long St., Washington, D. C. Sir, You were charged with the mission of penetrating the Great Eyrie. You came on April the twenty-eighth, accompanied by the Mayor of Morganton and two guides.
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