The Davenport New Era (Davenport, Okla.), Vol. 7, No. 24, Ed. 1 Thursday, July 22, 1915 Page: 2 of 8
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AVENPORT. OKLA., NEW ERA
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The
Black Box
By E. PHILLIPS
OPPENHEIM
Novelized from tho motion pic-
tare drama of the same name
the Universal Film
3ring Company
OopjTftfht, 10U. bj Otla F Wood
FIFTEENTH INSTALLMENT
CHAPTER XXXV.
The first shock was over. Craig's
body had been removed, and the girls
had taken Mary, half itunned with
grM. to their room. French and
Quest wore left alone.
"That t« some disappointment,"
the former remarked, gloomily.
Tt li a disappointment," Quest
■aid. slowly, "which may clear the
way to Mcser things."
"What's In yonr mind now?" French
Inquired.
Qnest shook his head.
"A turmoil. First of all, where Is
the professor 7"
"Most have scooted right away
home," Frwnch suggested. "He was
looking pretty sick all the time Guess
tt must have been a powerful shock
tor him. and he Isnt so young as ha
used to be."
"CHve me that paper of Craig's
agmtn." Qnest asked
The Inspector produced the docu-
ment from his Inner pocket, and
Onest, stretching tt out upon his knee,
read it word for wortt
"Never to oommunlcate or to have
anything to do with anyone of the
name of Ashlelgh, eh7" he remarked,
as he handed It back again. "Rather
a queer provision, that, French."
"Tve been thinking that myself," the
Inspector admitted.
Quest glanced at the clock.
"Well." he said. "If you're ready.
Inspector, well be getting along."
The two man drove to the outskirts
of tho otty almost in silence. The
proflaaaar'a house seemed more than
over deaerted as they drew up at the
front does-. They entered without
rtagtng and crossed the hall towards
the library. On the threshold Quest
paused and held up his finger.
"Someone Is In there," he whispered,
stepping quickly forward. "Come!"
He threw open the door. The room
was empty, yet both Quest and French
were oonsclous of a curious convic-
tion that It had been occupied with-
in the last few seconds.
"Queer, but it seemed to me I heard
someone." French muttered.
"I was sure of It," Quest replied.
They stood still for a moment and
listened. The silence in the empty
house was almost unnatural. Quest
turned away with a shrug of the
shoulder*.
"At any rate," he said. "Craig's dy-
ing thoughts must have been truth-
ful. Come."
He led the way to the fireplace,
went down on his knees and passed
kia hands over the bricks. The third
one he touched, shook. He tapped
tt—without a doubt it was hollow.
With his penknife he loosened the
mortar a little and drew It out easily.
The back was open. Inside was tho
Mack boa.
"Craig's secret at last!" French
muttered, hoarsely. "Bring It to the
Hcht, quick!"
They wers unemotional roer but the
moment was supreme. The key to
the mystery of tbeae tragical weeks
was there la their hands! Their eyes
almost devoured those few hastily
scrawled words buried with so much
care:
Sea Page 52. January Number,
American Medical Journal, 190S.
"There moat be some meaning in
tkts." he muttered 'It can't be alto
wether a fool's game we're on. Walt"
He moved towards a table which
usually stood against the wall, but
whleh had obvloeaty been dragged
oat recently into the middle of the
toon. U was covered with bound
votamea. Quest glanced at one and
estlatmed softly:
"American Medical Journal. l#o#«
French, there's something In this mes-
sage. after all."
He toraed over the pages rapidly
Thee he came to a stop. Page <1
waa there; page 61 had been neatly
restored with a pair of scissors.
"The professor'" be cried. "The
jsntoaa it's been at work hers!"
The two men stood looking at ooe
another acroes the tabls. Strange
thoughts vers framing themselves In
the brains of both of them. Then
there cams a startling and In Its way
a dramatic Interlude Through the
ampty house came the ringing of the
electric bell from the front door, shrill
and Insistent Without a moment's
hesitation. Quest hurried out and
French followed him. On the doorstep
was another surprise. Lenora and
I^aura were there, the former carry-
ing a small, black-bound volume.
"Don't be cross," she begged,
quickly. "We Just had to come. Look!
We picked this up underneath the
chair where Craig waa sitting. It
must have slipped from his pocket.
You see what Is written on It?—
Diary of John Craig."
Quest took It In his hand.
"Say, this ought to be Interesting,"
he remarked. "Come along."
They passed Into the library.
French lingered behind for a moment
and caught them up Just as thay were
opening the book underneath the eleo-
trlc lamp.
"See here what I've found!" he ev
claimed. "It was just by the side of
the wall there. Where's that maga-
zine?"
Ha spread out *he piece of paper—it
fitted exactly Into the empty space.
They all read together:
Professor Ashlelgh, after being bit-
ten by the anthropoid, rapidly devel-
oped hydrophobia of a serious nature.
After treatment with a new serum the
patient was relieved of the hydropho-
bic symptoms, but to my horror this
mild-mannered, humane msn seems
possessed at times of all the charac-
teristics of the brutal anthropoid—
cunning, thievery, brutality. I do not
know whst may come of this. I hesi-
tate to put even these words on to
paper. I am doubtful as to whst
course, In the Interests of humanity,
I ought to taka.
(Signed) JAMES MERRILL, M. a
Editor's Note—Just as we go to
press, a cable announces the terrible
desth of Doctor Merrill, the writer of
the above notea. He was attacked by
wild animals whilst alone In a South
American jungle, and torn to pieces.
There waa a queer little silence
among the company. No one seemed
Inclined for speech. They looked at
one another in dumb, wondering hor-
ror. Then Quest drew a penknife
from his pocket and with a turn of his
wrist forced the lock of the diary.
They all watched him with fascinated
eyes. It was something to escape
from their thoughts. They leaned
over as he spread the book out be-
fore him. Those first two sentences
were almost In the nature of a dedica-
tion:
For ten year* I have protected my
master, Prof. Edgar Ashlelgh, at the
cost of my peace of mind, my happi-
ness, my reputation. This book, even
though It be too late to help me, shall
clear my reputation.
QueBt closed the volume.
"French," he decided, "we must find
the professor. Will you have your
men search the house and grounds im-
mediately?"
The Inspector left the room like a
dazed man. They could hear him giv-
ing orders outside.
"The next page," Lenora begged.
"Just one page more!"
Quest hesitated for a moment Then
he turned It over. All three read
again:
Ten years of horror, struggling all
the while to keep him from that other
self, that thing of bestiality, to keep
his horrible secret from the world, to
cover up his crimes, even though
their shadow should rest upon me.
Now Sanford Quest haa come. Will
this mean discovery?
"Another page," Quest said. "Dont
you see where it is leading ua? We
have the truth here. Wait!"
He strode hastily to the door. French
and one of the plain-clothes men vere
descending the stairs.
"Well?" Quest asked, breathlessly.
"The professor is not in the house,"
French reported. "We are going to
search the grounds."
Quest returned to the library.
Lenora clung to his arm. The diary
lay stin upon the table.
Quest opened tho volume slowly.
Again they all read together:
The evil nature Is growing stronger
every day. Hs Is developing a sort
of ferocious cunning to help him In
hla crimes. He wanders about In the
dark, wearing a black velvet suit
with holes for his eyes, snd leaving
only his hands expossd. I have
watched him come Into a half-dark-
ened room and one can see nothing
but the handa and the eyee; some-
times if he closes his eyes, only the
hands-
"Mrs. Rhelnholdt!" Quest muttered.
The door was suddenly opened and
French entered.
"Beaten!" he exclaimed, tersely.
"You haven't found him?" Quest
asked.
French shook bis head.
"We've searched every room, every
cupboard, every scrap of the cellar
In the place." he announced. "We've
been into every oorner of the grounds,
searched It all backwards and for-
wards. There's no sign of the profee-
aor."
Quest pocketed the diary.
"You're perfectly certain that ha
Is not In this house or anywhere upon
the premleea?"
"Certain sure!" French replied.
Queet shrugged his shoulders.
"Well, we'd better get back."
said.
They were on the point of starting,
the chauffeur with his hand upon tha
starting handle. French vlth the
steering wheel of the police ^ar al-
ready In his hanti. And then the little
party seemed suddenly turned to
stone. For a few breathless seconds
not one of them moved. Out Into the
clammy night air came the echoes of
a hideous, inhuman, blood-curdling
scream. Quest waa the first to re-
cover himself. He leaped from his
seat and rushed back across the emp-
ty hall Into the study, followed a lit-
tle way behind by French and the
others. An unsuspected panel door
which led Into the garden stood slight-
ly ajar. The professor, with hiB hand
on the back of a chair, was staring
at the fireplace, shaking as though
with some horrible ague, his face dis-
torted, his body curiously hunched
up. He Beemed suddenly to have
dropped his humanity, to have fallen
back into the world of some strange
creatures. He heard their footsteps,
but he did not turn his head. His
hands were stretched out In front
of him as though to keep away from
his sight some hateful object.
"Stop him!" he cried. "Take him
away! It's Craig—his spirit! He
came to me In the garage, he followed
me through the grounds, he mocked
at me when 1 hid In the tree. He s
there now, kneeling before the tire-
place. Why can't 1 kill him! He
Is coming! Stop him, someone!"
No one spoke or moved; no one, in-
deed, had the power. Then at last
Quest found words.
"There Is no one In the room, pro-
fessor," he said, "except us."
The sound of a human voloe seemed
to produce a str nge effect The pro-
fessor straightened himself, shook hl
head, his hands dropped to his side,
ghastly pale, but his smile was once
more the smile of the amiable natu-
ralist
"My friends," he said, "forgive me.
I am very old, and the events of these
last few hours have unnerved me.
Forgive me."
He groped for a moment and sank
into a chair.
"My dear friend," he exclaimed,
"you have saved me. I have some-
thing to tell you, something I must tell
you at once, but not here. I loathe
this place. Let me come with you
to your rooms."
"As you please," Quest answered,
calmly.
He gripped Quest's arm. In silence
they passed from the room, in silence
they took their places once more
in the automobiles, l& sflence they
drove without a pause to Quest's
rooms. The professor made his way
at once to his favorite easy chair,
threw off his overcoat and leaned
back.
"Quest," he pronounced, "you are
the best friend 1 have in my life! It
is you who have rid me of my great
burden. Tell me—help me a little
with my story—have you read that
page from the Medical Journal which
Craig has kept locked up all these
years ?"
"We have all read It," Quest re-
plied.
"It was forged," the professor de-
clared, firmly, "forged by Craig. All
the years since he has blackmailed
me. I have been his servant and his
tool. I have been afraid to speak. At
last I am free of him. Thank God
"Craig, after all," French muttered.
Lenora stood a little apart with
faint frown upon her forehead
She touched Quest on the shoulder.
"Mr. Quest," she murmured, "he is
lying!"
"What do you mean?" he whispered
"He is lying!" Lenora insisted. "I
tell you there's another creature
there, something we don't understand
Let me bring the electro-thought
transference apparatus; let us read
his mind. If I am wrong, I will go
down on my knees and beg for for-
giveness."
Quest nodded. Lenora hastened to
the farther end of the room, snatched
the cloth from the instrument and
wheeled down the little mirror with
lta colls and levers. The professor
watched her. Slowly his face changed
The benevolence faded away, his teeth
for a moment showed In something
which was almost a snarl.
"You believe me?" he cried, turn
lng to Quest. "You are not going
to try that horriDte thing on me—Pro-
fessor Lord Ashlelgh? I am all broken
up. I am not flt for it. Look at my
hands, how they shake."
"Professor," Quest said, sternly, "we
are surrounded by the shadow of u>me
terrible deeds for which as yet there
Is no explanation. I do not say that
we mistrust you, but I ask yoi to
submit to this teat."
"I refuse!" the professor replied,
harshly.
"And I Insist," Queet muttered.
The professor drew a little breath
He sat back In his chair. His face
became still, his lips ware drawn
closely together. Lenora wheeled up
the machine and with deft fingers m1
Justed the fittings on one side. Quest
himself connected It up on the other.
The professor sat there like a figure
of stone. The silence In the room
was so Intense that the ticking of
the small clock upon the mantel piece
was clearly audible. The very atmos-
phere seemed charged with the thrill
and wonder of It. Never before had
Quest mat with resistance so com
plete and Immovable. Sternly he con-
centrated the whole of his will power
upon his task. Almost at once there
was a change. The professor fell
back In the chair. The tense self-con-
trol had passed from his features,
his lips twitched. Simultaneously,
the mirror for a moment was clouded
—then slowly a picture upon It gath-
ered outline and substanoe. There
was a jungle, strange, tall trees, and
brushwood so thick that it reached
to the waists of the two men who
were slowly making their way through
it. One was the professor, clearly
reoognlzable under his white sun hel-
met; the other a stranger to all of
them. Suddenly they stopped. The
latter had crept a yard or so ahead,
his gun raised to his shoulder, his
eyes fixed upon some possible object
of pursuit. There was a sudden
change In the professor. They saw
him seize his gun by the barrel and
whirl It above his head.
"Doctor Merrill!" Lenora faltered.
Then It was not wild beasts which
killed him."
Almost Immediately figures again
appeared In the mirror. There was a
small passage which seemed to lead
from the back entrance of a house;
the professor, with a black mantle.
Craig followed him, pleading, expostu-
lating. They saw the conservatory
for a minute, and then blackness. The
professor was leaning against a mar-
ble basin. There waB nothing to be
seen of him but his eyes and hands.
They saw him listen for a moment
or two in cold, unresponsive silence,
then stretch out his hand and push
Craig away. The picture glowed and
faded and glowed again. Then they
saw through the gloom the figure of
woman approach, a diamond neck-
lace around her neck. They saw the
hands steal out and encircle her
throat—and then more darkness, si-
lence, obscurity. The mirror was
empty once more.
'Mrs. Rheinholdt's jewels!" Lenora
cried. "What next? Oh! my God
what next?"
Their eyes ached with the strain,
but there was not one of them who
could even glance away from the mir-
ror. It was Quest's study which slow-
ly appeared then. The Salvation
Army girl was there, talking to the
professor. They saw him leave her,
they saw him look back from the
door, a strange, evil glance. Then the
secretary entered and spoke to her.
Once more the door opened. The
hands were there, stretching and
reaching, a paper-weight gripped in
the right-hand fingers. They saw it
raised above the secretary's head, they
saw the other hand take the girl by
the throat and push her towards the
table. A wild scream broke from
Lenora's lips. Quest wavered for a
moment. The picture faded out.
Oh, atop It!" Lenora begged.
"Havcjj't we seen enough? We know
the truth now. Stop It or I shall die!"
"One more," he muttered. "There's
something growing in his mind. I can
feel It. Wait!"
Again they all turned towards the
mirror. They saw the hallway of Ash-
leigh house, the pictures upon the
walls, they could almost feel the quiet
silence of night. They saw the pro-
fessor come stealing down the stairs.
He was wearing the black velvet suit
with the cowl in his hand. They
watched him pause before a certain
door, draw on the cowl and disappear.
Through the opening they could see
Lord Ashleigh asleep In bed, the moon-
light streaming through the open win-
dow acroes the counterpane. They
saw the professor turn with a strange,
horrible look in his face and close the
door. Lenora burst Into sobs.
"No more!" she shrieked. "No
more, or I shall go mad!"
Quest leaned forward and released
their victim. The whole atmosphere
of the place seemed Immediately to
change. Lenora drew a long, convul-
sive breath and sank Into a chair. The
professor sat up auu gazed at them
all with the air of a man who has
Juat awakened from a dream.
"Have I, by any chance, sleptT" he
asked. "Or—"
He never finished his sentence. His
eyes fell upon the mirror, the metal
band lying by his side He read the
truth In the faces still turned towards
him.
"The end of our struggle, 1 pre-
sume?" he said to Quest, pointing to
the metal band. "You will at least ad-
mit that I have shown you fine sport."
No one answered him. Even Quest
had barely yet reoovered himself. The
professor shrugged his shoulders.
"I recognize, of course," ha Bald,
gravely, "that this Is the end. A per-
son In extremis has privileges. Will
you allow me to write Just a matter of
twenty lines at your desk?"
Silently Quest assented. The profes-
sor seated himself In the swing chair,
drew a sheet of paper towards him,
dipped the pen In the Ink and began
to write. Then he turned around and
reached for his own small blaok bag
which lay upon the table. Quest
caught him by the wrist.
"What do you want out of that pro-
fessor?" he Inquired.
"Merely my own pen and Ink," the
professor expostulated. "If there Is
anything I detest In the world. It Is
violet ink. And your pan, too, Is ex-
ecrable. As they ais to be the last
words I shall leave to a sorrowing
world, I should like to write them in
my own fashion. Open the bag for
yourself, If you will. You can pas?
me the things out"
Quest opened the bag, took out a
pen and a small glass bottle of ink.
He handed them to the professor, who
started at once more to write. Quest
watched him for a moment and then
turned away to French. The profes-
sor looked over his shoulder and sud-
denly bared his wrist. Lenora Beized
her employer by the arm.
"Look!" she cried. "What Is he go-
ing to do?"
Quest swung around, but he was too
late. The professor had dug the pen
Into his arm. He sat In his chair and
laughed as they all hurried towards
him. Then suddenly he sprang to his
feet. Again the change came Into
his face which they had seen In the
mirror. French dashed forward to-
wards him. The professor snarled,
seemed about to spring, then suddenly
once more stretched out his hands to
show that he was helpless and handed
to Quest the paper upon which he had
been writing.
"You have nothing to fear from me,"
he exclaimed. "Here is my last mes-
sage to you, Sanford Qnpst Read It—
read It aloud. Always remember that
this was not your triumph, but mine."
Quest held up the paper. They all
read. The professor's letters were
carefully formed, his handwriting per-
fectly legible:
You have been a clever opponent
Sanford Quest, but even now you are
to be cheated. The wisdom of the ages
outreaches yours, outreaches It and
triumphs.
Quest looked up quickly.
"What the devil does he mean?" he
muttered.
The professor's arms shot sudden-
ly above his head. Again that strange
animal look convulsed his features.
He burst into a loud, unnatural laugh.
"Mean, you fool?" he cried, holding
out his wrist, which was slowly turn-
ing black. "Poisoned! That 1b what
it means!"
They all stared at him. Quest
seized the Ink bottle, revealed the
false top and laid it down again with
a little exclamation. Then, before
they could realize It the end came
The professor lay, a crumpled-up
heap, upon the floor.
Quest swung round In his chair as
French entered the room and held out
his left hand.
"Glad to see you, French. Help
yourself to a cigar."
"I don't know as I want to smoke
this morning just at present, thank
you," French replied.
"Nothing wrong, eh?"
"The fact of It is," French explained,
"I should like a few words with MIsb
Laura."
Quest touched the bell and his new
secretary entered almoBt at once.
"Take Inspector French up Into the
laboratory," Quest directed. See you
later, French."
"Yes—perhaps—I hope so." the In-
spector replied nervously.
Quest watched him disappear with
a puzzled Bmlle. Then he sat down
at his desk, drew a sheet of paper to-
wards him and began to write:
My Dear Inspector:
I am taking this opportunity of let-
ting you know that out of deference to
the wishes of the woman I hope soon
to marry, I am abandoning the haz-
ardous and nerve-racking profession
of criminology for a safer and happier
career. You will have, therefore, to
find help elsewhere In the future.
With best wishes. Yours,
SANFORD QUEST.
He left the sheet of paper upon the
desk and, ringing the bell, sent for
Lenora. She appeared in a few mo-
ments and came over to hie Bide
"What !b It, Mr. Quest?" she ashed.
He gave her the letter without re-
mark. She read it through and, turn-
ing slowly around, looked at him ex-
pectantly.
"How's that seem to you?" he
asked, reaching out his hand for a
cigar.
"Very sensible, Indeed," she replied.
"It's no sort of life, this, for a mar
rled man," Quest declared.
The secretary entered the room,
helped Quest on with his coat
"If you are quite ready, Lenora."
"Ready!" she exclaimed. "Where
are we going?"
"Fancy having to explain all these
things!" he said, taking her arm. "I
Juat want you to understand, Lenora,
that I've waited—quite long enough.
Parkins," he added, turning to his
secretary, "If anyone calls, Just say
that my wife and I will be back early
in the afternoon. And you'd better
step upstairs to the laboratory and
give my compliments to Inspector
French, and say that I hope he and
Miss Laura will join us at Dalmon-
Ico's for luncheon at one o'clock."
I^enora's face was suddenly trans-
formed. She passed her arm through
Quest's. He stooped and kissed her
as he led her towards the door.
"You understand now, don't you?"
he whispered, smiling down at her
"1 think so." she admitted, with a
little sigh of contont.
TUB KND
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