ascending, went straight to Mr.
Compton's office, turned the knob, and opened the door, to find that the
interior was dark.
"Strange," he thought, "that after sending for me the fellow didn't
wait." As these thoughts passed through his mind he fumbled on the wall
for the switch, and, finding it, flooded the office with light.
As he turned again toward the room he voiced a sudden exclamation of
horror, for on the floor beside his desk lay the body of Mason Compton!
As Jimmy stepped quickly toward Compton's body and kneeled beside it a
man tiptoed quietly up the front stairway, while another, having
ascended from the rear, was crossing the outer office with equal
Jimmy felt of Compton's face and hands. They were warm. And then he
placed his ear close against the man's breast, in order to see if he
could detect the beating of the heart. He was in this position when he
was startled by a gruff voice behind him.
"Put 'em up!" it admonished curtly, and Jimmy turned to see two men
standing in the doorway with pistols leveled at him.
At first Jimmy thought they were the perpetrators of the deed, but
almost immediately he recognized one of them as O'Donnell, the erstwhile
traffic officer who had been promoted to a detective sergeancy since
Jimmy had first met him.
"Compton has been murdered," said Jimmy dully. "He is dead."
"Put up your hands," snapped O'Donnell for the second time, "and be
quick about it!"
It was then for the first time that Jimmy realized the meaning that
might be put upon his presence alone in the office with his dead
employer. O'Donnell's partner searched him, but found no weapon upon
"Where's the gat?" he asked.
"Whoever did this probably took it with him," said Jimmy. "Find the
They made Jimmy sit down in a corner, and while one of them guarded him
the other called up central, made his report, and asked for an ambulance
and the wagon. Then O'Donnell commenced to examine the room. A moment
later he found an automatic behind the door across the room from where
Compton's body lay.
"Ever see this before?" asked O'Donnell, holding the pistol up to Jimmy.
"If you're asking me if it's mine, no," said Jimmy. "I have a gun, but
it's home. I never carry it. I didn't do this, O'Donnell," he continued.
"There was no reason why I should do it, so instead of wasting your time
on me while the murderer escapes you'd better get busy on some other
theory, too. It
Johnson turned and eyed me narrowly.Page 13
Our fishing, which proved excellent, carried us so far to the west that we no longer could see the Coldwater.Page 16
" The use of the word camp to describe a collection of habitations naturally suggested war to me, and my next question was as to whether the war was over, and who had been victorious.Page 27
They had become what they are today during the two centuries of the profound peace which we of the navy have been prone to deplore.Page 28
The startled and terrified buck uttered cries of agony.Page 35
My mother told me once that Wettin was my father.Page 41
For some unaccountable reason my rage against the girl for her ingratitude rose to colossal proportions.Page 42
"She is dead.Page 44
It seemed impossible to believe that in this peaceful woodland setting the frightful thing was to occur which must come with the passing of the next lion who chanced within sight or smell of the crumbling arch.Page 45
It was Victory, and in her arms she clutched my rifle and revolver.Page 54
But, after a long, tense moment he looked away, and turned to glare in another direction.Page 57
But then, of course, they have not been trained by stern necessity to cope with the emergencies and dangers of savage primeval life.Page 61
I was not surprised at Thirty-six, but I thought that Snider laughed louder than the occasion warranted.Page 64
The sight of the wild man raised my hopes once more that elsewhere we might find men in a higher state of civilization--it was the society of civilized man that I craved--and so, with a lighter heart, I continued on toward the river and the launch.Page 68
"I see no one in it.Page 72
My master was always kind to me, and under him I rapidly learned the language of my captors, and much concerning them that had been a mystery to me before.Page 74
little white colonies, and a black who marries a white is socially ostracized.Page 78
his headquarters in the stone building that was called the palace.Page 85
It was evident that the city would fall at any moment--a fact which was amply proclaimed by the terror-stricken haste of the fear-mad mob.