HEPPNER GAZETTE TIMES, HEPPNER, OREGON, THURSDAY, JUNE 7, 1928.
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whipping them.
WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE
Dr. Long is visiting Southley Downs,
to which he is conducted by Ahmad
Dan, an Oriental. There he meets Mr.
Southley. whom a detective friend, Al
exander Pierce, had told him to watch,
and his son Ernest Southley, Mr. Hay
ward and his son Vilas, and then Jose
phine Southley, whom he had seen faint
on the1 train. Josephine tells him the
story of Southley Downs and its ghost
which is not the ghost of a human being
but of a tiger.
Dr. Long has a quarrrel with Vilas
Hayward over Josephine, and finds that
the Haywards have a strange authority
over the Southleys. He is ordered to
leave Southley Downs. The rain pre
vents him leaving at once. Dr. Long
and Ernest go out on the road in the
rain looking for the tracks of a tiger
that Ernest says are there. Now read
on
"It's no use," I said. "The water
would have washed them all out"
We separated and looked up and
down. And finally I turned to call
Ernest back to the house. He was
bent low, holding his lantern close
to the mud.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Come here," he ordered me.
He stood up as I came close and
held the, lantern before him. It
shone on his white, set face.
"I've found it," he told me simply.
At once it seemed to me that Er
nest had left his boyhood far behind
him, and was a man. The voice
was mature, steady, perfectly calm.
He spoke so low I had to strain to
listen.
It wasn't the sort of tone that I
had expected. I had supposed that
if we were able to find the tracks
they would have cleared up the
mystery in a perfectly satisfactory
manner; and we would have a good
joke to tell when we came to South
ley Downs. Only, of course. Ernest
would tell it, not I. My hours for
joking in the old manor house were
done. Instead of triumph, his tone
hinted that cold futility with which
men tell of ther worst personal
tragedies.
"The track, Ernest?" I asked.
"The rains have washed out all
but one. This one is on a high
place in the road, and it is almost
gone, too. But you can't mistake
it"
I lowered my light to see, but he
caught my arm.
"I guess not. Long," he said
quietly.
"Why not?"
"You really don't want to see it
It wouldn't do you any good. It
would just give you unpleasant
memories to carry away with you
and besides, it can't be true. It's
not there, Long."
"Let me see."
"No use, doctor."
"Get out of the way, and let me
see it," I ordered.
But instead he suddenly leaped at
a shadow in the muddy sand. He
dug for an instant with his feet,
and splashed the water. And when
I looked again the track had been
hopelessly obliterated.
"Little foori" I told him.
"It wasn't there, Long," he an
swered in a far-away voice. "It
was some trick of the rain or a
mirage. It wasn't possible that It
could be there."
"It doesn't help to lie."
It must have been almost one
o'clock when I got to my room.
There were plenty of things to
think about One was that on the
morrow I would say good-by to
Southley Downs. The meeting of
the girl in the sleeping car had
come to nothing after all.
I thought about Alexander Pierce,
and all that be had told me . I had
been at Southley Downs almost a
week, and its problems had grown
more complex, rather than simpli
fied. Still I didn't know why the
man whom Alexander called Roder
ick had offered the reward for trace
of the elder Southley. I couldn't
explain why my host had gone for
years under an assumed name, or
had adopted an alias now. The re
lation of the Haywards with the
Southleys, the creeping figure on
the golf green, the track in the
muddy road, still remained as mys
terious as ever.
I thought about some stealing fig'
ure that was in the corridor just
outside my door.
How I knew he was there is
mystery still. I certainly could not
have heard him above the thunder
of the rain. Perhaps it was the jar
of his footsteps on the floor, or
maybe a sixth sense that sometimes
warns a man he is being shadowed
It seemed to me that he was com
ing stealthily down the hall and
he had halted just outside my door.
Then I heard a voice. It is a
strange thing that I didn't recog
nize it at first My ears are usually
sharp for such things.f The only
possible explanation Js that the
voice was somewhat cnangea.
"Dr. Long?" someone called soft
ly.
"Yes?"
I unlocked my door. Ernest stood
in the shadow of the corridor. He
carried a candle. He came in very
auietly and closed the door behind
him. He put his candle on the
table. It is strange how the mind
works. My first observation was
the peculiar resemblance to his sis
ter that I saw in his eyes. They
were dark. Just like hers. He sat
down on the edge of the bed.
saw that ho was also partly un
dressed.
"Have you got a pistol?" he ask
ed.
"Yes. It is in my bag."
"I wiah vou'd Bet it. doctor. I'm
not sure but that we'll need it'
I opened my bag without ques
tion and drew out my automatic.
"Can you shoot with the thing
he asked.
"Fairly well."
"Then you'd better keep it I
don't think I could hit the side of a
barn! We might need cool shoot
ing. Long, we've got a hunton our
hands tonight"
I looked at him as coolly as I
could.
"What have we got to hunt?"
"That I don't know, except that
it's the thing that left the track.
It's in the house."
"How do you know?"
"How do I know? My dear old
boy, I'd love to say I didn't know,
but unfortunately I do. It has got
beyond the legend stage. If our
lighting system was only in order!
You can't see anything with these
candles and yet I saw plenty. Are
you ready?"
"Yes."
He -crept along the soft rugs, and
our candle guided us. It gave such
an ineffective light Still the rain
thundered, and he had to put his
lips close to my ear to make me
hear him. Then I felt,, rather than
heard.
We stopped on a little landing in
the stairway.
"We won't have long to wait," he
said.
But why wait at all? Why not
chase it down?"
"Because chasing don't work. It
knows how to hide. Behind the
curtains, and every place else.
WeVe got to watch his trail."
He blew out the candle. The only
light that remained was a single
candle on a little table at the base
of the stairs. We stood in dark
ness.
"You're the only one I could
trust" he told me. "My father
laughs at the stories, and the Hay
wards are frightened almost to
death."
We waited a long time. There
was a row of windows at the end of
the long room, dimly lighted from
the distant lightning. The flashes
were almost continuous, and the
flickering light was gray and
strange through the rain. It was
just a dim, weird radiance, and in
no way alleviated the shadows of
the room. The clock struck in the
hall below us, so softly we could
hardly hear.
"Let's go to bed," I whispered.
"Evidently the walk is done."
"Be patient, old man." Then he
uttered the strangest little sigh.
"Look, Long. It isn't done, after
all."
His voice dropped a note; that
was its only change. I knew he
was pointing toward the row of
windows at the opposite end of the
hall. Three of them glowed dimly
from the flickering lightning in the
far reaches of the sky, rectangular
in shape as they should be. The
upper part of the fourth was lighted
too, but the lower part was wholly
obscured by something that stood
front It was something low and
long that stood perhaps three feet
high. Something was crossing at
the end of the hall, between us and
the windows. t
The shadow slowly changed in
shape. It made an arc over the
lower part of the same window we
had seen before a shape as of a
monstrous flank of an animal. And
the adjoining window was partly
obscured now. Whatever moved at
the end of the hall was creeping
slowly past the windows, and its
body was long enough that it left
dark umbrages against two of the
lighted panes.
There was no chance for a mis
take. My senses were perfectly
alert It was not a delusion or an
effect of shadow. Both of us kept
our self-control and were rather
surprisingly calm.
"Can you hit at that range?
Ernest whispered in my ear.
I can, but I don't dare. I can't
shoot at a shadow, Ernest. Too
great a chance for accidents."
Then we 11 stalk it. It doesn't
pay to wait any more, Long. Any
thing is better than this suspense.
We stepped out of our hiding
place and crept down the hall. And
bur of the windows were clear in
outline now. Our quarry had head
ed on, evidently into the corridor
that ran at right angles to the main
hall.
But Ernest spoiled our chances of
stalking the creature in the hall.
We got to the windows and made
the turn. Both of us knew, as well
as we knew that the rain was clat
tering on the roof, that the crea
ture we hunted was close in the
darkness somewhere In front of us.
We were trying to walk with utter
silence, Ernest a pace or two in
front. He forgot about a little step
at the turn in the corridor.
He tripped, and even above the
roar of the rain the sound was dis
tinct The floor shook and it
seemed to me that I heard the im
pact of cushioned feet as our quarry
leaped. But I can't be sure or that
The imagination is known to play
tricks. Perhaps there was a faint
rustle and stir.
"Quick!" my companion breathed.
It will escape us!"
We started running down the
hall. It was a tremendously long
corridor, stretching almost the
breadth of the great house; and it
seemed folly to try to overtake
those swift feet And completely
at the end Hayward's door suddenly
flung open.
Both of us knew In a single in
stant that we would get a sight of
the thing as it -crossed the open
doorway. Hayward had many can-
dlegjn his room, and some of their
light flung out into the hall. But
there was hardly time to receive
the thought, much less to act. There
was no time, whatever to raise
pistol. Our quarry was a long way
in front of us; and the door was
scarcely wide open before it passed
in front
Of course, it was too far to see
plainly. But I had no more delu
sions about its reality. The disease
that afflicted the old manor house
was surely drawing to its crisis.
The creature we saw fitted with
disturbing consistency into the old
legend of the mansion. The form
was low and long, and although the
light was dim its general color was
perfectly visible to both of us. It
was a rich, beautiful yellow, striped
with black. There were no exten
uating circumstances. Both of us
saw it as plain as we saw the open
doorway. The posture was exactly
that of a great cat creeping, with
belly low hung, upon its prey.
Neither of us stopped. I don't
think either of us cried out WeJ
simply raced on up the hall. Even
then there might have been a
chance of overtaking the creature
if it had ndt been for Hayward's
interference. " He flung out of the
door as we went past and seized
me by the shoulders.
"Good God! Did you see it?" he
cried. "Didn't you see, man? It
went past my door."
The candle light was on his face;
and the look was one not quickly
forgotten. His ruddy color was
quite gone, and his eyes were chang
ed, too. He clutched at us with
great, cold, frenzied hands.
But we shook loose and hurried
on down the corridor. There were
unoccupied rooms along it many
opening from rear doors into other
corridors, and passages to the rear
stairs and to the third floor. A win
dow opened to a little balcony at
the end. We looked about and
whispered to each other, and then
went back for candles. We held
them in high and peered in the cor
ners and among the curtains. The
elder Hayward kept close behind us,
uttering low, inarticulate sentences
not particularly worth listening to.
He had forgotten our scene in the
den a few hours before. His pres
ent emotion left no room for re
membered anger. It looked as if
he were trying to keep close to me.
"Did you see it when it passed
my door?" he was crying. "You
know what it was just as I know,
too. There's-no use pretending any
more. It was there, and I saw it,
and so did you. And I'll leave this
house tomorrow!" He seemed to
be talking to himself rather than
to us. "We can keep the arrange
ments we've got, and Vilas can tend
to 'em. I'll go tomorrow for good
and all! And Vilas can stay with
his wench if he likes."
Ernest stopped beside him. "We
will remember that word at a bet
ter time," he promised. Then he
whirled to me. "The thing's got
away but this is one thing more I
want to do before I go to bed. I
want to look in Ahmad Das's room
just to see if he's in bed and
asleep, as he ought to be."
So we took the candle and went
on back into the main hall. Then
we mounted a flight of stairs. At
a little room, clear at .the end of the
corridor, we stopped to knock.
No answer came, so we knocked
again. Then we pushed open the
door. Ahmad Das was not in his
room. " t
His bed had hot been slept in.
Does it mean anything to you
Ernest asked me.
"Nothing whatever any more
than the rest of this devilish mys
tery means. Do you Suspect that
Ahmad Das is perpetrating something?"
"I suspect nothing. I only want
you to recall a. few little points that
will undoubtedly be a great source
of pleasure to you." He spoke with
a grim humor. "You must have
heard stories every man has of
men shooting at hyenas in Africa,
wounding them, tracing them to the
huts of natives, and then finding
not a hyena but a black man, dy
ing, with a bullet in him."
"I've heard the stories, and they
don't make good sense."
"And maybe you haven't heard of
the theory of the transmigration of
souls?"
has
"Every man of education
heard it" I replied.
"If you have, just remember these
little points. One of them is that
the transmigration of souls that
the soul of an animal can live again
In the body of a man is a rather
current belief in India. Ahmad Das
is of Hindu blood. And he was
born at the same hour that my
father's tiger was killed."
He laughed grimly, and gave me
a cigarette. Then we walked out
into the hall.
Ernest and I found the elder
Hayward in the library. He stood
shivering before the faint coals that
had been the fire. All of us leaped
when the front door opened.
It was Southley, and he carried a
lantern. His clothes were simply
drenched. He wore no hat and his
white hair was stringing about his
worn face, and the water poured
from him. His wet face glistened
in the candle-light
"What's this?" he asked.
"Just a little midnight session,"
his son answered. "Tell us first
why you went out in the rain, with
no coat?"
(Continued next week.)
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