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Even the servants did not know him by his own name. "If I thought for a moment that he suspected my presence here, I would lose no time in getting away from Wau-Winet Island, and taking her with me." "You need have no fear, sir," returned the man. For an hour or more Captain Frazier paced slowly up and down under the trees, smoking cigar after cigar in rapid succession.
"If you had told our captain that, he would never have sent out a life-boat," declared the man. "He thought it was some one drowning near at hand, for the story of Wau-Winet Island is no news to the people hereabouts." "What do you mean?" cried Varrick. "I can tell you the story in a very few words, sir," returned the man; "and surely there's no one more competent to relate it than myself.
I headed straight for Clayton the nearest village and there I told my startling story to the people. In less time than it takes to tell it, a half dozen of us started back for Wau-Winet Island. Arriving, we crept silently up the steep path that led to the house. My loud ringing brought the gentleman himself to the door.
A terrible scheme against the life and happiness of poor Jessie Bain had entered her brain a scheme so dark and horrible that even she grew frightened as she contemplated it. Then she set her lips together, muttering hoarsely: "I would do anything to part my son and Jessie Bain!" The fire at Wau-Winet Island, as the papers had explained, had taken place during the owner's absence.
I can relate it while we are rowing over to Wau-Winet Island: "Some six months ago a stranger suddenly appeared in our midst. He purchased Wau-Winet Island, and a few days later a score or more of workmen appeared one night at Alexandria Bay, and boarded a tug that was to take them out to the island.
"The people were warned to keep away from the place, for the workmen had left behind them a large, ferocious dog who menaced the life of any one who attempted to land on Wau-Winet Island. "Only last night an event happened which I shall never forget if I live to be the age of Methuselah. I was standing near the dock, when suddenly some one laid a heavy hand on my shoulder.
I invested every dollar I had in that stone house on Wau-Winet Island, and that fire wiped me out completely. I have had the devil's own luck with everything I touched. Everything has gone back on me, every scheme has fallen through, and the best of plans panned out wrong. I should say that I am pursued by a relentless Nemesis. I am growing desperate.
At this moment the skiff grated sharply upon the sand, and the two men sprung out. They had scarcely proceeded half the distance to the house when they were suddenly confronted by a man. "Who are you, and what do you want here?" he asked. "I must see the master of Wau-Winet Island," returned Varrick, sternly. "Are you he?" "No," returned the man, rather uneasily.
"Glancing up with a little start, I saw the man who had so lately bought Wau-Winet Island standing before me. By his side, leaning heavily upon his arm, yet swaying strangely to and fro, as though she were scarcely able to keep her feet, was a woman in a long black cloak, and her face covered by a thick veil.
Please read it yourself, Mr. Varrick." "Suppose you tell me the substance of it, and that will save me reading it," he said. "Oh, I can do that. There isn't so much to tell. It's about a fire last night on one of the little islands in the St. Lawrence. No doubt you have heard of the place Wau-Winet Island. The mysterious stone house that was on it has been burned to the ground.
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