Argosy All-Story Weekly — page 105: what you’re looking at

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THE THREE HOSTAGES, 739 who is standing on the line with an express train approaching, and does not know exactly how to climb back on to the plat- form. Next morning Medina never left me. He took me in his car to the city, and I waited while he did his business, and then to call in Carlton House Terrace a few doors from the Victors’ house. I believe it was the residence of the man who led his party in the Lords. After luncheon, he solemnly inducted me in the library. “You’re not much of a reader, and in any case you would probably find my books dull. But there are excellent armchairs to doze in.” Then he went out and I heard the wheels of his car move away. I felt a kind of awe creeping over me when I found myself left alone in that uncanny place, which | knew to be the devil’s kitchen for all his schemes, There was a telephone on his writing table, and it was the only one I had seen in the house, though there was no doubt one in the butler’s pantry. I turned up the telephone book and found a number given, but it was not the one on the receiver. It must be a private telephone, by means of which he could ring up anybody he wanted, but of which only his special friends knew the number. There was nothing else in the room to interest me, except the lines and lines of books, for his table was just as bare as a bank manager’s. I tried the books, but most of them were a long sight too learned for me. Most were old, and many were in Latin, and some were evidently treasures, for I would take one down and find it a leather box with inside a slim battered volume wrapped in wash leather. But I found in one corner a great array of works of travel, so I selected one of Aurel Stein’s books and settled down in an armchair with it. I tried to fix my attention, but found it impossible. The sentences would not make sense to my restless mind, and I could not follow the maps. So I got up again, re- placed the work on its shelf, and began to wander about. It was a dull, close day, and out in the street a water-cart was sprinkling the dust and children were going parkward: with their nurses. I simply could not ac- count for my disquiet, but I was like a fine - lady in the vapors. I felt certain that somewhere in that room there was some- thing; and that it concerned me deeply: to know. : I drifted toward the bare writing table. There was nothing on it but a massive silver inkstand in the shape of an owl, a silver tray of pens and oddments, a leather case oi note-paper and a big blotting-book. I would never have made a good thief, for I felt both nervous and ashamed as, after listening for steps, I decided to try the drawers. 7 They were all locked—all that is, except a shallow one at the top which looked as if it were meant to contain one of those big engagement tablets which busy men affect. There was no tablet there, but there were two sheets of paper. Both had been torn from a loose-leaf diary, and both covered the same dates—the fortnight between Monday, the 29th of May, and Sunday, the 11th of June. In the first the space for the days was filled with entries in Medina’s neat writing, entries in some sort of shorthand. These entries were close and thick up to and including Friday the 2nd of June; but after that there was nothing. The second sheet of paper was just the opposite. The spaces were virgin up to and including the 2nd of June; after that, on till the x1th, they were filled with notes, As I stared at these two sheets, some happy instinct made me divine their mean- ing. The first sheet contained the steps that Medina would take up to the day of liquidation, which was clearly the 2nd of June. After that, if all went well, came peace and leisure. But if it didn’t go well, the second sheet contained his plans—plans I have no doubt for using the hostages, for wringing safety out of certain great men’s fears. My interpretation was confirmed by a small jotting in long hand on the first sheet in the space for 2nd June. It was the two words “ Dies irae,” which my Latin was just good enough to construe. QO CoOMmmMicoookSse@