The Bronze Hand
I. THE FASCINATING UNKNOWN.
HER room was on the ground floor of the house we mutually inhabited,
and mine directly above it, so that my opportunities for seeing her were
limited to short glimpses of her auburn head as she leaned out of the
window to close her shutters at night or open them in the morning. Yet
our chance encounter in the hall or on the walk in front, had made so
deep an impression upon my sensibilities that I was never without the
vision of her pale face set off by the aureole of reddish brown hair,
which, since my first meeting with her, had become for me the symbol of
everything beautiful, incomprehensible and strange.
For my fellow-lodger was a mystery.
I am a busy man now, but just at the time of which I speak, I had
leisure in abundance.
I was sharing with many others the unrest of the perilous days
subsequent to the raid of John Brown at Harper's Ferry. Abraham Lincoln
had been elected President. Baltimore, where the incidents I am relating
transpired, had become the headquarters of men who secretly leagued
themselves in antagonism to the North. Men and women who felt that their
Northern brethren had grievously wronged them planned to undermine the
stability of the government. The schemes at this time were gigantic
in their conception and far-reaching in their scope and endless
Naturally under these conditions, a consciousness of ever-present danger
haunted every thinking mind. The candor of the outspoken was regarded
with doubt, and the reticence of the more cautious, with distrust. It
was a trying time for sensitive, impressionable natures with nothing to
do. Perhaps all this may account for the persistency with which I sat
in my open window. I was thus sitting one night--a memorable one to
me--when I heard a sharp exclamation from below, in a voice I had long
Any utterance from those lips would have attracted my attention; but,
filled as this was with marked, if not extraordinary, emotion, I
could not fail to be roused to a corresponding degree of curiosity and
Thrusting out my head, I cast a rapid glance downward. A shutter
swinging in the wind, and the escaping figure of a man hurrying round
the corner of the street, were all that rewarded my scrutiny; though,
from the stream of light issuing from the casement beneath, I perceived
that her window, like my own, was wide open.
As I continued to watch this light, I saw her thrust out her head with
an eagerness indicative of great excitement. Peering to right and left,
she murmured some suppressed words mixed with gasps of such strong
feeling that I involuntarily called out:
"Excuse me, madam, have you been frightened in any way by the man I saw
running away from here a moment ago?"
She gave a great start and glanced up. I see her face yet--beautiful,
wonderful; so beautiful and so wonderful I have never been able to
forget it. Meeting my eye, she faltered out:
"Did you see a man running away from here? Oh, sir, if I might have a
word with you!"
I came near leaping directly to the pavement in my ardor and anxiety to
oblige her, but, remembering before it was too late that she was neither
a Juliet nor I a Romeo, I merely answered that I would be with her in a
moment and betook myself below by the less direct but safer means of the
It was a short one and I was but a moment in descending, but that moment
was long enough for my heart to acquire a most uncomfortable throb,
and it was with anything but an air of quiet self-possession that I
approached the threshold I had never before dared to cross even in
The door was open and I caught one glimpse of her figure before she was
aware of my presence. She was contemplating her right hand with a look
of terror, which, added to her striking personality, made her seem at
the instant a creature of alarming characteristics fully as capable of
awakening awe as devotion.
I may have given some token of the agitation her appearance awakened,
for she turned towards me with sudden vehemence.
"Oh!" she cried, with a welcoming gesture; "you are the gentleman from
up-stairs who saw a man running away from here a moment ago. Would you
know that man if you saw him again?"
"I am afraid not," I replied. "He was only a flying figure in my eyes."
"Oh!" she moaned, bringing her hands together in dismay. But,
immediately straightening herself, she met my regard with one as
direct as my own. "I need a friend," she said, "and I am surrounded by
I made a move towards her; I did not feel myself a stranger. But how was
I to make her realize the fact?
"If there is anything I can do," I suggested.
Her steady regard became searching.
"I have noticed you before to-night," she declared, with a directness
devoid of every vestige of coquetry. "You seem to have qualities that
may be trusted. But the man capable of helping me needs the strongest
motives that influence humanity: courage, devotion, discretion, and a
total forgetfulness of self. Such qualifications cannot be looked for in
As if with these words she dismissed me from her thoughts, she turned
her back upon me. Then, as if recollecting the courtesy due even to
strangers, she cast me an apologetic glance over her shoulder and
"I am bewildered by my loss. Leave me to the torment of my thoughts. You
can do nothing for me."
Had there been the least evidence of falsity in her tone or the
slightest striving after effect in her look or bearing, I would have
taken her at her word and left her then and there. But the candor of
the woman and the reality of her emotion were not to be questioned, and
moved by an impulse as irresistible as it was foolhardy, I cried with
the impetuosity of my twenty-one years:
"I am ready to risk my life for you. Why, I do not know and do not care
to ask. I only know you could have found no other man so willing to do
A smile, in which surprise was tempered by a feeling almost tender,
crossed her lips and immediately vanished. She shook her head as if in
deprecation of the passion my words evinced, and was about to dismiss
me, when she suddenly changed her mind and seized upon the aid I had
offered, with a fervor that roused my sense of chivalry and
deepened what might have been but a passing fancy into an active and
"I can read faces," said she, "and I have read yours. You will do for me
what I cannot do for myself, but----Have you a mother living?"
I answered no; that I was very nearly without relatives or ties.
"I am glad," she said, half to herself. Then with a last searching look,
"Have you not even a sweetheart?"
I must have reddened painfully, for she drew back with a hesitating
and troubled air; but the vigorous protest I hastened to make seemed to
reassure her, for the next word she uttered was one of confidence.
"I have lost a ring." She spoke in a low-but hurried tone. "It was
snatched from my finger as I reached out my hand to close my shutters.
Some one must have been lying in wait; some one who knows my habits
and the hour at which I close my window for the night. The loss I have
sustained is greater than you can conceive. It means more, much more,
than appears. To the man who will bring me back that ring direct from
the hand that stole it, I would devote the gratitude of a lifetime.
Are you willing to make the endeavor? It is a task I cannot give to the
This request, so different from any I had expected, checked my
enthusiasm in proportion as it awoke a senseless jealousy.
"Yet it seems directly in their line," I suggested, seeing nothing
but humiliation before me if I attempted the recovery of a simple
"I know that it must seem so to you," she admitted, reading my thoughts
and answering them with skilful indirectness. "But what policeman would
undertake a difficult and minute search for an article whose intrinsic
value would not reach five dollars?"
"Then it is only a memento," I stammered, with very evident feeling.
"Only a memento," she repeated; "but not of love. Worthless as it is in
itself, it would buy everything I possess, and almost my soul to-night.
I can explain no further. Will you attempt its recovery?"
Restored to myself by her frank admission that it was no lover's
keepsake I was urged to recapture and return, I allowed the powerful
individuality of this woman to have its full effect upon me. Taking in
with one glance her beauty, the impassioned fervor of her nature, and
the subtle charm of a spirit she now allowed to work its full spell upon
me, I threw every practical consideration to the winds, and impetuously
"I will endeavor to regain this ring for you. Tell me where to go, and
whom to attack, and if human wit and strength can compass it, you shall
have the jewel back before morn-ing.
"Oh!" she protested, "I see that you anticipate a task of small
difficulty. You cannot recover this particular ring so easily as that.
In the first place, I do not in the least know who took it; I only know
its destination. Alas! if it is allowed to reach that destination, I am
bereft of hope."
"No love token," I murmured, "and yet your whole peace depends on its
"More than my peace," she answered; and with a quick movement she closed
the door which I had left open behind me. As its sharp bang rang
through the room, I realized into what a pitfall I had stumbled. Only a
political intrigue of the most desperate character could account for the
words I had heard and the actions to which I had been a witness. But I
was in no mood to recoil even from such dangers as these, and so my look
showed her as she leaned toward me with the words:
"Listen! I am burdened with a secret. I am in this house, in this city,
for a purpose. The secret is not my own and I cannot part with it;
neither is my purpose communicable. You therefore will be obliged to
deal with the greatest dangers blindfold. One encouragement only I can
give you. You will work for good ends. You are pitted against wrong, not
right, and if you succumb, it will be in a cause you yourself would call
noble. Do I make myself understood, Mr.--Mr. ------"
"Abbott," I put in, with a bow.
She took the bow for an affirmative, as indeed I meant she should. "You
do not recoil," she murmured, "not even when I say that you must take
no third party into your confidence, no matter to what extremity you are
"I would not be the man I think I am, if I recoiled," I said, smiling.
She waved her hand with almost a stern air.
"Swear!" she commanded; "swear that, from the moment you leave this
door till you return to it, you will breathe no word concerning me, your
errand, or even the oath I am now exacting from you."
"Ah!" thought I to myself, "this is serious." But I took the oath under
the spell of the most forceful personality I had ever met, and did not
"Now let us waste no more time," said she.
"In the large building on ------ Street there is an office with the name
of Dr. Merriam on the door. See! I have written it on this card, so that
there may be no mistake about it. That office is open to patients from
ten in the morning until twelve at noon. During these hours any one can
enter there; but to awaken no distrust, he should have some ailment.
Have you not some slight disorder concerning which you might consult a
"I doubt it," said I; "but I might manufacture one."
"That would not do with Dr. Merriam. He is a skilful man; he would see
through any imposture."
"I have a sick friend," I ruminated. "And by the way, his case is
obscure and curious. I could interest any doctor in it in five minutes."
"That is good; consult him in regard to your friend; meantime--while you
are waiting for the interview, I mean--take notice of a large box you
will find placed on a side-table. Do not seem to fix your attention on
it, but never let it be really out of your sight from the moment the
door is unlocked at ten till you are forced by the doctor's importunity
to leave the room at twelve. If you are alone there for one minute
(and you will be allowed to remain there alone if you show no haste to
consult the doctor) unlock that box--here is the key--and look carefully
inside. No one will interfere and no one will criticize you; there is
more than one person who has access to that box."
"But--" I put in.
"You will discover there," she whispered, "a hand of bronze lying on
an enamelled cushion. On the fingers of this hand there should be, and
doubtless are, rings of forged steel of peculiar workmanship. If there
is one on the middle finger, my cause is lost, and I can only await the
end." Her cheek paled. "But if there is not, you may be sure that an
attempt will be made by some one to-morrow--I do not know whom--to put
one there before the office closes at noon. The ring will be mine--the
one stolen from my hand just now--and it will be your business to
prevent the box being opened for this purpose, by any means short of
public interference involving arrest and investigation; for this, too,
would be fatal. The delay of a day may be of incalculable service to me.
It would give me time to think, if not to act. Does the undertaking seem
a hopeless one? Am I asking too much of your inexperience?"
"It does not seem a hopeful one," I admitted; "but I am willing to
undertake the adventure. What are its dangers? And why, if I see the
ring on the finger you speak of, cannot I take it off and bring it back
"Because," said she, answering the last question first, "the ring
becomes a part of the mechanism the moment it is thrust over the last
joint. You could not draw it off. As for the dangers I allude to, they
are of a hidden character, and part of the secret I mentioned. If,
however, you exercise your wit, your courage, and a proper amount of
strategy, you may escape. Interference must be proved against you.
That rule, at least, has been held inviolate."
Aghast at the mysterious perils she thus indicated in the path toward
which she was urging me, I for one instant felt an impulse to retreat.
But adventure of any kind has its allurements for an unoccupied youth
of twenty-one, and when seasoned, as this was, by a romantic, if
unreasonable, passion, proved altogether too irresistible for me to give
it up. Laughing outright in my endeavor to throw off the surplus of my
excitement, I drew myself up and uttered some fiery phrase of courage,
which I doubt if she even heard. Then I said some word about the doctor,
which she at once caught up.
"The doctor," said she, "may know, and may not know, the mysteries of
that box. I would advise you to treat him solely as a doctor. He who
uses the key you now hold in your hand cannot be too wary; by which I
mean too careful or too silent. Oh, that I dared to go there myself! But
my agitation would betray me. Besides, my person is known, or this ring
would never have been taken from me.
"I will be your deputy," I assured her. "Have you any further
"No," said she; "instructions are useless in an affair of this kind.
Your actions must be determined by the exigencies of the moment.
Meantime, my every thought will be yours. Good-night, sir; pray God, it
may not be good-by."
"One moment," I said, as I arose to go. "Have you any objection to
telling me your name?"
"I am Miss Calhoun," she said, with a graceful bow.
This was the beginning of my formidable adventure with the bronze hand.
II. THE QUAKER-LIKE GIRL, THE PALE GIRL, AND THE MAN WITH A BRISTLING
THE building mentioned by my new-found friend was well known to me. It
was one of the kind in which every other office is unoccupied the year
round. Such tenants as gave it the little air of usefulness it possessed
were of the bad-pay kind. They gave little concern to their own affairs
and less to those of their neighbors. The public avoided the building,
and the tenants did nothing to encourage a change. In a populous city,
on the corner made by frequented streets, it stood as much alone and
neglected as if it were a ruin. Old or young eyes may have looked
through its begrimed windows into the busy thoroughfare beneath, but
none in the street ever honored the old place with a glance or thought.
No one even wasted contempt upon its smoky walls, and few disturbed the
accumulated dust upon the stairs or in the dimly-lighted hallways.
Had a place been sought for wherein the utmost secrecy might be
observed, surely this was that place. As I neared the door upon which I
read the doctor's name, I found myself treading on tip-toe, so impressed
had I become by a sense of caution, if not of dread.
I had made every effort to be on hand at precisely ten o'clock, and felt
so sure that I had been the first to arrive that I reached out to the
door-knob with every expectation of entering, unseen by any one, and
possibly unheard. To my dismay, the first twist I gave it resulted in a
rusty shriek that set my teeth on edge, and echoed down the gloomy hall.
With my flesh creeping, I opened the door and passed into the doctor's
It was far from being empty. Seated in chairs ranged along two sides of
the room, I saw a dozen or more persons, male and female. All wore the
preoccupied air that patients are apt to assume while awaiting their
turn to be called by the doctor. One amongst the number made an effort
at indifference by drawing out and pushing back a nail in the flooring
with the sole of her pretty shoe. It may have been intended for
coquetry, and at another time might have bewitched me; now it seemed
strangely out of place. The man who was to all appearance counting the
flies in the web of an industrious spider was more in keeping with the
place, my feelings, and the atmosphere of despondency that the room gave
As I had no doubt that the ring I was seeking was in the possession of
some one of these persons, I gave each as minute an examination as was
possible under the circumstances. Only two amongst them appeared open to
suspicion. Of these, one was a young man whose naturally fine features
would have prepossessed him in my favor had it not been for the peculiar
alertness of his bright blue eye, which flashed incessantly in every
direction till each and all of us seemed to partake of his restlessness
and anxiety. Why was he not depressed? The other was the girl, or,
rather, the young lady to whose pretty foot I have referred. If she was
at all conspicuous, it was owing to the contrast between her beautiful
face and the Quaker-like simplicity of her dress. She was restless also;
her foot had ceased its action, but her hand moved constantly. Now
it clutched its fellow in her lap, and now it ran in an oft-repeated
action, seemingly beyond her control, up and down and round and round a
plain but expensive leather bag she wore at her side. "She carries the
ring," thought I, sitting down in the chair next her.
Meantime, I had not been oblivious of the box. It stood upon a plain
oak table directly opposite the door by which I had come in. It
was about a foot square, and was the only object in the room at all
ornamental. Indeed, there was but little else for the eye to rest on,
consequently most of us looked that way, though I noticed that but few
seemed to take any real interest in that or anything else within sight.
This was encouraging, and I was on the point of transferring my entire
attention to the two persons I have named, when one of them, the
nearest, rose hurriedly and went out.
This was an unexpected move on her part, and I did not know what to make
of it. Had I annoyed her by my scrutiny, or had she divined my errand?
In my doubt, I consulted the face of the man I secretly thought to be
her accomplice. It was non-committal, and, in my doubt as to the meaning
of all this, I allowed myself to become interested in a pale young woman
who had been sitting on the other side of the lady who had just left.
She was evidently a patient who stood in great need of assistance. Her
head hung feebly forward, and her whole figure looked ready to drop. Yet
when a minute later the door of the inner office opened, and the doctor
appeared on the sill in an expectant attitude, she made no attempt to
rise, but pushed forward another woman who seemed less indisposed than
herself. I had to compel myself to think of all I saw as being real and
within my experience.
Surprised by this action on the part of one so ill, I watched the pale
girl for an instant, and almost forgot my mission in the compassion
aroused by her sickly appearance. But soon that mission and my motive
for being in this place were somewhat vividly recalled to me by an
unexpected action on this very young woman's part. With the sudden
movement of an acutely suffering person, she bounded from her seat and
crossed the floor to where the box stood, gasping for breath, and almost
falling against the table when she reached it.
A grunt from the good-looking young man followed; but neither he nor
the middle-aged female with a pitiful skin disease, who had been sitting
near her, offered to go to her assistance, though the latter looked as
if she would like to. I was the only one to rise. The truth is, I
could see no one touch the box without having something more than my
curiosity awakened. Approaching her respectfully, and with as complete a
dissimulation of my real feelings as possible, I ventured to say:
"You are very ill, miss. Shall I summon the doctor?"
She was clutching the side of the table for support, and her head,
drooping helplessly over the box, was swaying from side to side as she
rocked to and fro in her pain.
"Thank you!" she gasped, without turning, "I will wait. I would rather
At that moment the doctor's door opened again.
"There he is now," said I.
"I will wait," she insisted. "Let the others take their turn."
Satisfied now that something besides pain caused her interest in the
box, I drew back, asking myself whether she had been in possession of
the ring from the beginning, or whether it had been passed to her by her
restless neighbor. Meanwhile, another patient had disappeared into the
A few minutes passed. The man with the restless eye began to fidget.
Could it be that she was simply guarding the box, and that he was the
one who wished to open it? As the doubt struck me, I surveyed her
more attentively. She was certainly doing something besides supporting
herself with that sly right hand of hers. Yes, that was a click I heard.
She was fitting a key into the lock. Startled, but determined not
to betray myself, I assumed an air of great patience, and, taking a
memorandum book from my pocket, began to write in it. Meantime, the
doctor had disposed of his second patient and had beckoned to a third.
To my astonishment, my friend with the nervous manner responded, thus
acquitting himself in my eyes from any interest in the box.
The interview he had with the doctor lasted some time; meantime, the
young woman in the window remained more or less motionless. When the
fourth person left the room, she turned and cast a quick glance at
myself and the other person present.
I knew what it meant. She was anxious tobe left alone in order to lift
that mysterious lid. She was no more ill than I was.
There was even a dash of color in her cheeks, and the trembling she
indulged in was caused by great excitement and suspense, and not by
Compassion at once gave way to anger, and I inwardly resolved not to
spare her if we came into conflict over the box.
My companion was an old and non-observant man, who had come in after the
rest of us. When the doctor again appeared, I motioned to this old man
to follow him, which he very gladly did, leaving me alone with the pale
girl. At once I got up, showing my fatigue and slightly yawning.
"This is very tedious," I muttered aloud, and stepped idly towards the
door leading into the hall.
The girl at the box could not restrain her impatience. She cast me
another short glance. I affected not to see it; took out my watch,
consulted it, put it back quickly and slipped out into the hall. As I
closed the door behind me, I heard a slight creak. Instantly I was back
again, and with so sudden a movement that I surprised her, with her face
bent over the open box.
"Oh, my poor young lady," I exclaimed, springing towards her with every
appearance of great concern. "You do not look able to stand. Lean on me
if you feel faint, and I will help you to a seat."
She turned upon me in a fury, but, meeting my eye, assumed an air of
composure, which did not impose upon me in the least, or prevent me from
pressing close to her side and taking one look into the box, which she
had evidently not had sufficient self-possession to close.
The sight which met my eye was not unexpected, yet was no less
interesting on that account. A hand--the hand--curiously made of
bronze, and of exquisite proportions, lay on its enamelled cushion, with
rings on all of its fingers save one. That one I was delighted to see
was the middle one, proof positive that the mischief contemplated by
Miss Calhoun had not yet been accomplished.
Restored to complete self-possession by this discovery, I examined the
box and its contents with an air of polite curiosity. I surprised myself
by my self-possession and bonhomie.
"What an odd thing to find in a physician's office!" I exclaimed.
"Beautiful, is it not? An unusual work of art; but there is nothing in
it to alarm you. You shouldn't allow yourself to be frightened at such
a thing as that." And with a quick action, she was wholly powerless to
prevent, I shut down the lid, which closed with a snap.
Startled and greatly discomposed, she drew back, hastily thrusting her
hand behind her.
"You are very officious," she began, but, seeing nothing but good nature
in the smile with which I regarded her, she faltered irresolutely, and
finally took refuge again in her former trick of invalidism. Breaking
out into low moanings, she fell back upon the nearest chair, from which
she immediately started again with the quick cry, "Oh, how I suffer! I
am not well enough to be out alone." And turning with a celerity that
belied her words, she fled into the hall, shutting the door violently
Astonished at the completeness of my victory, I spent the first moments
of triumph in trying to lift the lid of the box. But it was securely
locked. I was just debating whether I could now venture to return to my
seat, when the hall door reopened and a gentleman entered.
He was short, sturdy and had a bristling black mustache. I needed to
look at him but once to be certain he was interested both in the box and
me, and, while I gave no evidence of my discovery, I prepared myself
for an adventure of a much more serious nature than that which had just
Modeling my behavior upon that of the young girl whose place I had
usurped, I placed my elbow on the box and looked out of the window. As
I did so I heard a shuffling in the adjoining room, and knew that in
another moment the doctor would again appear at the door to announce
that he was ready for another patient. How could I evade the summons?
The man behind me was a determined one. He was there for the purpose
of opening the box, and would not be likely to leave the room while I
remained in it. How, then, could I comply with the requirements of the
situation and yet prevent this new-comer from lifting the lid in my
absence? I knew of but one way--a way which had suggested itself to
me during the long watches of the previous night, and which I had come
prepared to carry out.
Taking advantage of my proximity to the box, I inserted in the keyhole a
small morsel of wax which for some minutes past I had been warming in
my hand. This done, I laid my hat down on the lid, noting with great
exactness as I did so just where its rim lay in reference to the various
squares and scrolls with which the top was ornamented. By this means I
felt that I might know if the hat were moved in my absence. The doctor
having showed himself by this time, I followed him into his office with
a calmness born of the most complete confidence in the strategy I had
Dr. Merriam, whom I have purposely refrained from describing until now,
was a tall, well-made man, with a bald head and a pleasant eye, but
careless in his attire and bearing. As I met that eye and responded to
his good-natured greeting, I inwardly decided that his interest in the
box was much less than his guardianship of it would seem to betoken.
And when I addressed him and entered upon the subject of my friend's
complaint, I soon saw by the depth of his professional interest that
whatever connection he might have with the box, neither that nor any
other topic whatever could for a moment vie with his delight in a new
and strange case like that of my poor friend. I consequently entered
into the medical details demanded of me with a free mind and succeeded
in getting some very valuable advice, for which I was of course truly
As soon as this was accomplished I took my leave, but not by the usual
door of egress. Saying that I had left my hat in the ante-room, I bowed
my acknowledgments to the doctor and returned the way I came. But not
without meeting with a surprise. There was still but one person in the
room with the box, but that person was not the man with the bristling
mustache and determined eye whom I had expected to find there. It was
the pretty, Quaker-like girl who had formerly aroused my suspicions; and
though she sat far from the box, a moment's glance at her flushed face
and trembling hands assured me she had but that moment left it.
Going at once to the box, I saw that my hat had been moved. But more
significant still was the hairpin lying on the floor at my feet, with
a morsel of wax sticking to one of its points. This was conclusive. The
man had discovered why his key would not work, and had called to his aid
the young lady, who had evidently been waiting in the hall outside.
She had tried to pick out the wax--a task in which I had happily
Proud of the success of my device, and satisfied that the danger was
over for that day (it being well on to twelve o'clock), I said a few
words more to the doctor, who had followed me into the room, and then
prepared to take my departure. But the young lady was more agile than I.
Saying something about a very pressing engagement which would not allow
her to consult the doctor that day, she hurried ahead of me and ran
quickly down the long hall. The doctor looked astonished, but dismissed
the matter with a shrug; while, with the greatest desire to follow her,
I stood hesitating on the threshold, when my eye fell on a small object
lying under the chair on which she had been sitting. It was the little
leathern bag I had seen hanging at her side.
Catching it up, I explained that I would run after the young lady and
restore it; and glad of an excuse which would enable me to follow her
through the streets without risking the suspicion of impropriety, I
hastened down the stairs and happily succeeded in reaching the pavement
before her skirts whisked round the corner. I was therefore but a few
paces behind her, which distance I took good care to preserve.
My motive in following this young girl was not so much to restore
her property, as to see where her engagement was taking her. I felt
confident that none of the three persons who had shown interest in the
box was the prime mover in an affair so important; and it was necessary
above all things to find out who the prime mover was. So I followed the
She led me into a doubtful quarter of the town. As the crowd between us
diminished and we reached a point where we were the only pedestrians on
the block we were then traversing, I grew anxious lest she should turn
and see me before arriving at her destination. But she evidently was
without suspicion, for she passed without any hesitation up a certain
stoop in the middle of this long block and entered an open door on which
a brass plate was to be seen, inscribed with this one word in large
This was odd; and as I had no inclination to encounter any "madame"
without some hint as to her character and business, I looked about me
for some one able and willing to give me the necessary information.
An upholsterer's shop in an opposite basement seemed to offer me the
opportunity I wanted. Crossing the street, I saluted the honest-looking
man I met in the doorway, and pointing out madame's house, asked what
was done over there.
He answered with a smile.
"Go and see," he said; "the door's open. Oh, they don't charge
anything," he made haste to protest, misunderstanding, no doubt, my air
of hesitation. "I was in there once myself. They all sit round and she
talks; that is, if she feels like it. It is all nonsense, you know, sir;
no good in it."
"But is there any harm?" I asked. "Is the place reputable and safe?"
"Oh, safe enough; I never heard of anything going wrong there. Why,
ladies go there; real ladies; veiled, of course. I have seen two
carriages at a time standing in front of that door. Fools, to be sure,
sir; but honest enough, I suppose."
I needed no further encouragement. Recross-ing the street, I entered
the house which stood so invitingly open, and found myself almost
immediately in a large hall, from which I was ushered by a silent
negress into a long room with so dim and mysterious an interior that
I felt like a man suddenly transported from the bustle of the out-door
world into the mystic recesses of some Eastern temple.
The causes of this effect were simple, A dim light suggesting worship;
the faint scent of slowly burning incense; women and men sitting on low
benches about the walls. In the center, on a kind of raised dais, backed
by a drapery of black velvet, a woman was seated, in the semblance of
a Hindoo god, so nearly did her heavy, compactly crouched figure, wound
about with Eastern stuffs and glistening with gold, recall the images we
are accustomed to associate with the worship of Vishnu. Her face, too,
so far as it was visible in the subdued light, had the unresponsiveness
of carven wood, and if not exactly hideous of feature, had in it a
strange and haunting quality calculated to impress a sensitive mind
with a sense of implacable fate. Cruel, hard, passionless, and yet
threatening to a degree, must this countenance have seemed to those who
willingly subjected themselves to its baneful influence.
I was determined not to be one of these, and yet I had not regarded her
for two minutes before I found myself forgetting the real purpose of my
visit, and taking a seat with the rest, in anticipation of something for
which as yet I had no name, even in my own mind.
How long I sat there motionless I do not know. A spell was on me--a
spell from which I suddenly roused with a start. Why or through what
means I do not know. Nobody else had moved. Fearing a relapse into
this trance-like state, I made a persistent effort to be freed from its
dangers. Happily the full signification of my errand there burst upon
me. Finding myself really awake, I ventured to peer about, expecting to
see the more willing devotees affected as I had been. I encountered a
flash from the eyes of the young lady whose bag I held in my hand. She
was under no spell. She had not only seen but recognized me.
I held the bag towards her. She gave a furtive glance in the direction
of Madame--a glance not free from fear--then clutched the bag. Before
releasing my hold upon it I ventured upon a word of explanation. I got
no further, for at this moment a voice was heard.
By the effect it had upon the expectant ones, I knew it could have
emanated only from the idol-like being who had filled the place with her
At first the voice sounded like a distant call, musically sweet and low;
the kind of note that we can imagine the Indian snake-charmers to
use when the cobra raises its winged head in obedience to the pipe's
resistless charm. Every ear was strained to hear; mine with the rest. So
much preparation, so much faith must result in something. What was it to
be? The incoherent sounds became more and more distinct, and, finally,
took on the articulate form of words. The quiet was deathly. Every one
was prepared to interpret her utterances into personal significance.
The dread and trouble of the times filling all minds, men wished to be
forehanded with the decrees of Providence. Into this brooding silence
the low, vibrating tones of this mysterious voice entered, and this is
what we heard:
"Doom! doom! For him--the one--the betrayer--the passing bell is
tolling. Hear it, ye weak ones and grow strong. Hear it, ye mighty and
tremble. Not alone for him will it ring. For ye! for ye! if the decree
of the linked rings goes forth---"
Here there was a perceptible quiver of the drapery back of the dais.
Others may not have noted it; I did. When, therefore, a very white hand
came slowly from between its folds and placed its fingers upon the right
temple of Madame, I was not much startled. What did startle me was
the fact let out before that admonishing hand touched her, that this
being--I can hardly call her woman--seemingly so far removed from the
political agitations of the day, was, in very deed, either consciously
or unconsciously--I could not decide which--intimately connected
with the conspiracy I was at that very moment striving to defeat.
How intimately? Was she the prime mover I was seeking, or simply an
instrument under the control of another, and yet stronger, personality
imaged in the owner of that white hand?
There was no means of determining at that moment. Meanwhile, the fingers
had left the temple of Madame. The hand was slowly withdrawn. Sleep
apparently fell again upon the dreamer, but only long enough for her to
bring forth the words:
"I have said."
The silence that followed, gave me time to think. It was necessary.
She had bidden the mighty tremble and had pronounced death to one--the
betrayer. Was this senseless drivel, prophetic sight, or threatened
murder? I inclined to consider it the last, and this was why: For some
weeks now, murder, or, at least, sudden death, had been rampant in
the country. My flesh crept as I remembered the many mysterious deaths
reported within the month from St. Louis, Boston, New Orleans, New York
and even here in Baltimore. Like a flash it came across me that every
name was identified, more or less closely, with the political affairs of
the time. Coupling my knowledge with what I conjectured, was it strange
I saw a confirmation of the worst fears expressed by Miss Calhoun in the
half-completed sentences of this seeming clairvoyant?
So occupied had I been with my own thoughts that I feared I might have
done something to call an undesirable attention to myself. Glancing
furtively to one side, I heard, in the opposite direction, these words:
"She has never failed. What she has said will come to pass. Some one of
note will die."
These gloomy words were the first to break the ominous silence.
Turning to face the speaker, I encountered the cold eye of a man with a
retreating chin, a receding forehead, and a mouth large and cruel enough
to stamp him as one of those perverted natures who, to the unscrupulous,
are usefully insane.
Here, then, was a being who not only knew the meaning of the fateful
words we had heard, but, to my mind, could be relied upon to make them a
It was a relief to me to turn my gaze from his repellant features to the
fixed countenance of Madame. She had not stirred; but either the room
had grown lighter or my eyes had become more accustomed to the darkness,
for I certainly saw a change in her look. Her eyelids were now raised,
and her eyes were bent directly upon me. This was uncomfortable,
especially as there was malevolence in her glance, or so I thought,
and, far from being pleased with my position, I began to wish that I
had never allowed myself to enter the place. Under the influence of this
feeling I let my eyes drop from the woman's countenance to her hands,
which were folded, as I have said, in a fixed position across her
breast. The result was an increase of my mental disturbance. They were
brown, shining hands, laden with rings, and, in the added light, under
which I saw them, bore a strange resemblance to the bronze hand I had
just left in Dr. Merriam's office.
I had never considered myself a weak man, but, from that instant, I
began to have a crawling fear of this woman--a fear that was in nowise
lessened by the very evident agitation visible in the girl, who had been
for me the connecting link between that object of mystery and this.
Unendurable quiet was upon us all again. It was aggravated by awe--an
awe to which I was determined not to succumb, notwithstanding the secret
uneasiness under which I was laboring. So I let my eyes continue to
roam, till they fell upon the one thing moving in the room. This was a
man's foot, which I now saw projecting from behind the drapery through
which I had seen the white hand glide. It was swinging up and down in an
impatient way, so out of keeping with the emotions perceptible on this
side of the drapery that I felt forced to ask myself what sort of person
this could be who thus kept watch and ward with such very commonplace
impatience over a creature who was able to hold every other person in
her presence under a spell. The drapery did not give up its secrets, and
again I yielded to the fascinations of Madame's face.
There was a change in it; the eyes no longer looked my way, but into
space, which seemed to hold for them some terrible and heart-rend-ing
vision. The lips, which had been closed, were now parted, and from them
issued a breath which soon formed itself into words.
"'Vengeance is mine! I will repay,' saith the Lord." What passionate
utterance was this? The voice that had been musical now rang with
jangling discord. The swinging of the foot behind the drapery ceased.
Madame spoke on:
"Through pain, sorrow, blood and death shall victory come. Life for
life, pang for pang, scorn for scorn!"
The swinging foot disappeared, and the small white hand passed quickly
through the curtain and rested again upon the forehead of Madame. But
without a calming effect this time. On the contrary, it seemed to urge
and incite her, for she broke into a new strain, speaking rapidly,
wildly, as if she lived in what she saw, or, what was doubtless truer,
had lived in it and was but recalling her own past in one of those
terrible hours of memory that recur on the border-land of dreams.
"I see a child, a girl. She is young; she is beautiful. Men love her,
many men, but she loves only one. He is of the North; she is of the
South. He is icy like his clime; she is fiery like her skies. The fire
cannot warm the ice. It is the ice puts out the fire! Woe! woe!"
The left hand came from the drapery; found its way to the left temple
of the woman. But it, too, was ineffectual. Hurriedly, madly, the words
went on, tripping each other up in their haste and passion. The voice
now became hoarse with rage.
"The girl is now a woman. A child is given her. The man demands the
child. She will not give it up. He curses it; he curses her, but she is
firm and holds it to her breast till her arms are blackened by the blows
he deals her. Then he curses her country, the land that gave her a
heart; and, hearing this, she rises up and curses him and his with an
oath the Lord will hear and answer from His judgment throne. For the
child was slain between them and its pitiful, small body blocks the
passage of Mercy between his and hers forever. Woe! woe!"
As suddenly as the vehement change had come upon her, she had become
calm again. The eyes retained their stony stare, but a cold and cruel
smile formed about her lips, as if, with the utterance of that last
word, she saw a futurity of blood and carnage satisfying her ferocious
It was revolting, horrible; but no one else seemed to feel it as I did.
To most it was a short glimpse into a suffering soul. To me it was the
revelation of causes which had led, and would lead yet, to miseries for
which she had no pity, and which I felt myself too weak to avert.
That it was not intended that the devotees of Madame should have heard
these ravings was evident; for at this juncture the owner of the two
white hands that had failed to control the spirit of Madame came out
from behind the drapery of the dais. He proved to be none other than
the man with the bristling mustache whose plans I had disarranged at the
doctor's office by plugging the keyhole of the box with wax.
This was enough. "Chicanery!" was my inmost thought as I noted his cool
and calculating eye. "But very dangerous chicanery," I added. Was the
ring upon whose immediate capture I now saw that a life, if not lives,
depended, in his possession, or in that of Madame, or in that of the
Quaker-like girl sitting a few seats from me? How impossible to tell,
and yet how imperative to know! As I was debating how this could be
brought about, I watched the man.
Self-control was a habit with him, but I saw the nervous clutch of his
delicate hand. This did not indicate complete mastery of himself at
that moment. He spoke with care, but as if he were in haste to deliver
himself of the few necessary words of dismissal, without betraying his
lack of composure.
"Madame will awake presently; she will be heard no more to-day. Those
who wish to kiss her robes may pass in front of her; but she is still
too far away from earth to hear your voices or to answer any questions.
You will therefore preserve silence."
So! so! more chicanery. Or was it strategy, pure and simple? Was there
at the bottom of his words the wish to see me nearer or was he just
playing with the credulity of such believers as the man next me, for
instance? I did not stop to determine. My anxiety to see Madame, without
the illusion of even the short distance between us, induced me to join
the file of the faithful who were slowly approaching the seated woman.
I would not kiss her robes, but I would look into her eyes and make sure
that she was as far away from us all as she was said to be.
But as I drew nearer to her I forgot all about her eyes in the interest
awakened by her hands. And when it came my turn to pause before her,
it was upon the middle finger of her right hand my eyes were fixed. For
there I saw THE RING; the veritable ring of my fair neighbor, if the
description given by her was correct.
To see it there was to have it; or so I vowed in my surprise and
self-confidence. Putting on an air of great dignity, I bowed to the
woman and passed on, resolving upon the course I would pursue, which
must necessarily be daring in order to succeed. At the door I paused
till all who followed me had passed out; then I turned back, and once
again faced Madame.
She was alone. Her watchful guardian had left her side, and to all
appearances the room. The opportunity surpassed my expectations, and
with a step full of nerve I pushed forward and took my stand again
directly in front of her. She gave no token of seeing me; but I did not
hesitate on that account. Exerting all my will power, I first subjected
her to a long and masterful look, and then I spoke, directly and to the
point, like one who felt himself her superior,
"Madame," said I, "the man you wish for is here. Give me the ring, and
trust no more to weak or false emissaries."
The start with which she came to life, or to the evidence of life,
was surprising. Lifting her great lids, she returned my gaze with one
equally searching and powerful, and seeing with what disdain I sustained
it, allowed an almost imperceptible tremor to pass across her face,
which up to now had not displayed the shadow even of an emotion.
"You!" she murmured, in a dove-like tone of voice; "who are you that I
should trust you more than the others?"
"I am he you expect," said I, venturing more as I felt her impassibility
giving way before me. "Have you had no premonition of my coming? Did you
not know that he who controls would be in your presence to-day?"
She trembled, and her fingers almost unclasped from her arms.
"I have had dreams," she murmured, "but I have been bidden to beware of
dreams. If you are the person you claim to be, you will have some token
which will absolve me from the charge of credulity. What is your token?"
Though doubtful, I dared not hesitate. "This," I said, taking from my
pocket the key which had been given me by my fair neighbor.
She moved, she touched it with a finger; then she eyed me again.
"Others have keys," said she, "but they fail in the opening. How are you
better than they?"
"You know," I declared--"you know that I can do what others have failed
in. Give me the ring."
The force, the assurance with which I uttered this command moved her in
spite of herself. She trembled, gave me one final, searching look, and
slowly began to pull the ring from off her finger. It was in her hand,
and half way to mine, when a third voice came to break the spell.
"Madame, Madame," it said; "be careful. This is the man who clogged the
lock, and hindered my endeavors in your behalf in the doctor's office."
Her hand which was so near mine drew back; but I was too quick and too
determined for her. I snatched the ring before she could replace it on
her own hand, and, holding it firmly, faced the intruder with an air of
very well-assumed disdain.
"Attempt no argument with me. It was because I saw your weakness
and vulgar self-confidence that I interfered in a matter only to be
undertaken by one upon whom all can rely. Now that I have the ring,
the end is near. Madame, be wiser in the choice of your confidants,
To-morrow this ring will be in its proper place."
Bowing as I had done before, I advanced to the door. They had made no
effort to regain the ring, and I felt that my rashness had stood me in
good stead. But as, with a secret elation I was just capable of keeping
within bounds, I put my foot across the threshold, I heard behind me a
laugh so triumphant and mocking that I felt struck with consternation;
and, glancing down into my hand, I saw that I held, not the peculiar
steel circlet destined for the piece of mechanism in the doctor's
office, but an ordinary ring of gold.
She had offered me the wrong ring, and I had taken it, thus proving
the falsity of my pretensions.
There was nothing left for me but to acknowledge defeat by an
I HASTENED at once home, and knocked at Miss Calhoun's door. While
waiting for a response, the mockery of my return without the token I had
undertaken to restore to her, impressed itself upon me in full force. It
seemed to me that in that instant my face must have taken on a haggard
look. I could not summon up the necessary will to make it otherwise.
Any effort in that direction would have made my failure at cheerfulness
The door opened. There she stood. Whatever expectancy of success she may
have had fled at once. Our eyes met and her countenance changed. My face
must have told the whole story, for she exclaimed:
"You have failed!"
I was obliged to acknowledge it in a whisper, but hastened to assure her
that the ring had not yet been placed upon the bronze hand, and was not
likely to be till the lock had been cleaned, out. This interested her,
and called out a hurried but complete recital of my adventure. She hung
upon it breathlessly, and when I reached the point where Madame and her
prophetic voice entered the tale, she showed so much excitement that any
doubts I may have cherished as to the importance of the communication
Madame had made us vanished in a cold horror I with difficulty hid from
my companion. But the end agitated her more than the beginning, and when
she heard that I had taken upon myself a direct connection with this
mysterious matter, she grew so pale that I felt forced to inquire if the
folly I had committed was likely to result badly, at which she shuddered
"You have brought death upon yourself. I see nothing but destruction
before us both. This woman--this horrible woman--has seen your face,
and, if she is what you describe, she will never forget it. The man, who
is her guardian or agent, no doubt, must have tracked you, and finding
you here with me, from whose hand he himself may have torn the ring
last night, will record it as treason against a cause which punishes all
treason with death.
"Pshaw!" I ejaculated, with a jocular effort at indifference, which I
acknowledge I did not feel. "You seem to forget the law. We live in the
city of Baltimore. Charlatans such as I have just left behind me do not
make away with good citizens with impunity. We have only to seek the
protection of the police."
She met my looks with a slowly increasing intentness, which stilled this
protest on my lips.
"I am under no oath," she ruminated. "I can tell this man what I will.
Mr. Abbott, there has been formed in this city an organization against
which the police are powerless. I am an involuntary member of it, and I
know its power. It has constrained me and it has constrained others, and
no one who has opposed it once has lived to do so twice. Yet it has
no recognized head (though there is a chief to whom we may address
ourselves), and it has no oaths of secrecy. All is left to the
discretion of its members, and to their fears. The object of this
society is the breaking of the power of the North, and the means by
which it works is death. I joined it under a stress of feeling I
called patriotism, and I believed myself right till the sword was
directed against my own breast. Then I quailed; then I began to ask
by what right we poor mortals constitute ourselves into instruments of
destruction to our kind, and having once stopped to question, I saw
the whole matter in such a different light that I knowingly put a
stumbling-block in the path of so-called avenging justice, and thus
courted the doom that at any moment may fall upon my head." And she
actually looked up, as if expecting to see it fall then and there.
"This Madame," she went on in breathless haste, "is doubtless one of the
members. How so grotesque and yet redoubtable an individuality should
have become identified with a cause demanding the coolest judgment as
well as the most acute political acumen, I cannot stop to conjecture.
But that she is a member of our organization, and an important one, too,
her prophecies, which have so strangely become facts, are sufficient
proof, even had you not seen my ring on her finger. Perhaps, incredible
as it may appear, she is the chief. If so--But I do not make myself
intelligible," she continued, meeting my eyes. "I will be more explicit.
One peculiar feature of this organization is the complete ignorance
which we all have concerning our fellow-members. We can reveal nothing,
for we know nothing. I know that I am allied to a cause which has for
its end the destruction of all who oppose the supremacy of the South,
but I cannot give you the name of another person attached to this
organization, though I feel the pressure of their combined power upon
every act of my life. You may be a member without my knowing it--a
secret and fearful thought, which forms one of the greatest safeguards
to the institution, though it has failed in this instance, owing"--here
her voice fell--"to my devotion to the man I love. What?"--(I had not
spoken; my heart was dying within me, but I had given no evidence of
a wish to interrupt her; she, however, feared a check, and rushed
vehemently on.) "I shall have to tell you more. When, through pamphlets
and unsigned letters--dangerous communications, which have long since
become ashes--I was drawn into this society (and only those of the most
radical and impressionable natures are approached) a ring and a key were
sent me with this injunction: 'When the man or woman whose name will
be forwarded to you in an otherwise empty envelope, shall have, in your
honest judgment, proved himself or herself sufficiently dangerous to
the cause we love, to merit removal, you are to place this ring on the
middle finger of the bronze hand locked up in the box openly displayed
in the office of a Dr. Merriam on ------ Street. With the pressure of
the whole five rings on the fingers of this piece of mechanism, the
guardian of our rights will be notified by a bell, that a victim awaits
justice, and the end to be accomplished will be begun. As there are five
fingers, and each one of these must feel the pressure of its own ring
before connection can be made between this hand and the bell mentioned,
no injustice can be done and no really innocent person destroyed. For,
when five totally disconnected persons devoted to the cause agree that
a certain individual is worthy of death, mistake is impossible. You
are now one of the five. Use the key and the ring according to
your conscience.' This was well, if I had been allowed to follow my
conscience; but when, six weeks ago, they sent me the name of a man of
lofty character and unquestioned loyalty, I recoiled, scarcely believing
my eyes. Yet, fearing that my own judgment was warped, or that some
hidden hypocrisy was latent in a man thus given over to our attention,
I made it my business to learn this man's inner life. I found it so
beautiful----" She choked, turned away for a moment, controlled herself,
and went on rapidly and with increased earnestness: "I learned to love
this man, and as I learned to love him I grew more and more satisfied of
the dangerous character of the organization I was pledged to. But I had
one comfort. He could not be doomed without my ring, and that was safe
on my finger. Safe! You know how safe it was. The monster whom you have
just seen, and who may have been the person to subject this noble man to
suspicion, must have discovered my love and the safeguard it offered to
this man. The ring, as you know, was stolen, and as you have failed to
recover it, and I to get any reply from the chief to whom I forwarded my
protest, to-morrow will without doubt see it placed upon the finger of
the bronze hand. The result you know. Fantastic as this may strike you,
it is the dreadful truth."
Love, had I ever felt this holy passion for her, had no longer a place
in my breast; but awe, terror and commiseration for her, for him, and
also perhaps for myself, were still active passions within me, and at
this decided statement of the case, I laughed in the excitement of the
moment, and the relief I felt at knowing just what there was to dread in
"Absurd!" I cried. "With Madame's address in my mind and the Baltimore
police at my command, this man is as safe from assault as you or I are.
Give me five minutes' talk with Chief----"
Her hand on my arm stopped me; the look in her eye made me dumb.
"What could you do without me?" she said; "and my evidence you cannot
have. For what would give it weight can never pass my lips. The lives
that have fallen with my connivance stand between me and confession. I
do not wish to subject myself to the law."
This placed her in another light before me, and I started back.
"You have----" I stammered.
"Placed that ring three times on the hand in Dr. Merriam's office."
"And each time?"
"A man somewhere in this nation has died suddenly. I do not know by what
means or by whose hand, but he died."
This beautiful creature guilty of---- I tried not to show my horror.
"It is, then, a question of choice between you and him?" said I. "Either
you or he must perish. Both cannot be saved."
She recoiled, turning very pale, and for several minutes stood surveying
me with a fixed gaze as if overcome by an idea which threw so immense
a responsibility upon her. As she stood thus, I seemed not only to look
into her nature, but her life. I saw the fanaticism that that had
once held every good impulse in check, the mistaken devotion, the
unreason-ing hatred, and, underneath all, a spirit of truth and
rectitude which brightened and brightened as I watched her, till it
dominated every evil passion and made her next words come easily, and
with a natural burst of conviction which showed the innate generosity of
"You have shown me my duty, sir. There can be no question as to where
the choice should fall, I am not worth one hair of his noble head. Save
him, sir; I will help you by every means in my power."
Seizing the opportunity she thus gave me, I asked her the name of the
man who was threatened.
In a low voice she told me.
I was astonished; dumfounded.
"Shameful!" I cried. "What motive, what reason can they have for
"He is under suspicion--that is enough."
"Great heaven!" I exclaimed. "Have we reached such a pass as that?"
"Don't," she uttered, hoarsely; "don't reason; don't talk; act."
"I will," I cried, and rushed from the room.
She fell back in a chair, almost fainting. I saw her lying quiet, inert
and helpless as I rushed by her door on my way to the street, but I did
not stop to aid her. I knew she would not suffer it.
The police are practical, and my tale was an odd one. I found it hard,
therefore, to impress them with its importance, especially as in trying
to save Miss Calhoun I was necessarily more or less incoherent. I
did succeed, however, in awakening interest at last, and, a man being
assigned me, I led the way to Madame's door. But here a surprise awaited
me. The doorplate, which had so attracted my attention, was gone, and
in a few minutes we found that she had departed also, leaving no trace
This looked ominous, and with little delay we hastened to the office of
Dr. Merriam. Knocking at the usual door brought no response, but when
we tried the further one, by which his patients usually passed out, we
found ourselves confronted by the gentleman we sought.
His face was calm and smiling, and though he made haste to tell us that
we had come out of hours, he politely asked us in and inquired what he
could do for us.
Not understanding how he could have forgotten me so soon, I looked at
him inquiringly, at which his face lighted up, and he apologetically
"I remember you now. You were here this morning consulting me about a
friend who is afflicted with a peculiar complaint. Have you anything
further to state or ask in regard to it. I have just five minutes to
"Hear this gentleman first," said I, pointing to the officer who
The doctor calmly bowed, and waited with the greatest self-possession
for him to state his case.
The officer did so abruptly.
"There is a box in your ante-room which I feel it my duty to examine. I
am Detective Hopkins, of the city police."
The doctor, with a gentleness which seemed native rather than assumed,
"I am very sorry, but you are an hour too late." And, throwing open the
door of communication between the two rooms, he pointed to the table.
The box was gone!
V. DOCTOR MERRIAM.
This second disappointment was more than I could endure. Turning upon
the doctor with undisguised passion, I hotly asked:
"Who has taken it? Describe the person at once. Tell what you know about
the box, I did not finish the threat; but my looks must have been very
fierce, for he edged off a bit, and cast a curious glance at the officer
before he answered:
"You have, then, no ailing friend? Well, well; I expended some very good
advice upon you. But you paid me, and so we are even."
"The box!" I urged; "the box! Don't waste words, for a man's life is at
His surprise was marvelously assumed or very real.
"You are talking somewhat wildly, are you not?" he ventured, with a
bland air. "A man's life? I cannot believe that."
"But you don't answer me," I urged.
He smiled; he evidently thought me out of my mind.
"That's true; but there is so little I can tell you. I do not know what
was in the box about which you express so much concern, and I do not
know the names of its owners. It was brought here some six months ago
and placed in the spot where you saw it this morning, upon conditions
that were satisfactory to
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